'There are other ways in which you can repay the favour,' he stretched huskily, his imperious glance cascading over her gaping mouth. Long fingers rose to her hair and coiled around the strands, watching the dark silk shine beneath the pale moon and silent stars. The same sweetness tickled his nose again, now mingled with something new: an undertone of coy arousal. "I can smell you." He hummed. ___________________________________ Summary: A mistake on the way home forced her to cross path with a hideous monster. Fortunately, she was rescued by two witchers, but now there was a debt to be paid and she couldn't afford the payment. Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x OFC x Witcher Arcturus (based on Jason Momoa) Warnings: Contains Smut, slight dubious consent (men manipulating and corrupting a virgin), rough threesome sex, manhandling, deflowering, anal, double penetration, creampies, bodily fluids. Disclaimer: I don't own the Witcher or Geralt of Rivia.

"Ever since I picked up her scent, I've been trying to find her. And when I did, my father told me I had to hunt, destroy her. All the while, I knew could not, felt I should not But stolen moments neither of us forgot Drive me to balance beliefs and worlds--walk the line And when I catch her She may be prey May be prisoner Even mate- But simply...mine... Let the games begin." (Pictures and videos are not mine, highest rank achieved #13. Enjoy!)

In a world where vampires have taken over, humans are treated like dirt underneath vampires' feet. Humans are considered inferior to the vampires. They treat the humans awfully and force them to abide by their laws. Once a year, King Ulric, king of the vampires, chooses a different town in the U.S to pick young girls to be his servants. The jobs the human girls are forced into can range from being a cook to being the King's personal play toy. However, no girl has ever returned after being taken back to the kingdom. This year, King Ulric decided to stop in PotterTown, eighteen-year-old Amaryllis Westbay's town. Amaryllis was an intelligent, young girl who thought she had her whole life ahead of her, that was until the vampires took over. What will happen when the vicious, stone cold vampire meets the innocent human?

"Why can't you just go away, Ian!" I spat. "We don't need you!" "I think you do, Amber." Ian countered calmly, slowly circling the large table to get to me. "At least speak with your pack. I think some may welcome the change--" "We've done fine!" I moved to widen the distance between us. "It must pain you to know a female pack can thrive!" "I'm sure you've done fine on your own," Ian said softly. "but we are talking about growth, mates, expansion. I believe our packs uniting would be good for all." I gave a snort, looking away. "Good for you, you mean." "Good for you, too." His look held sensual promise as he began to move again. "I don't think so," I sneered as he came closer. His scent was beginning to affect me, so I began to back away. The sight of his large and muscular frame was frightening but held me in wonder, his dark eyes a little too discerning for my taste. But I wanted my freedom, and to unite with an alpha as good as took that away. "Go away, Ian. You're not wanted--" "Okay." "What?" "So, send me away." He said it simply. "I'm a male alpha, but you are female, so you can send me away." "I did!" "No, you didn't," he gave a small smile. "Every time you mention me leaving you look away." He began to move toward me. "I want you to stand still, look me in the eyes--" He pointed at his eyes for emphasis. "Right here, and tell me you want me to leave." I watched him slowly make small steps toward me. I brought my eyes to his and couldn't breathe. His scent permeated my senses, making me feel weak, but strengthening a bond that called for consummation. I didn't want this! Damn him! I shook my head, trying to get the words out, but instead felt tears come to my eyes. He cornered me, leaning down, and caressed my cheek. I bit back a sob, rooted to the spot. He rubbed my nose with his as his eyes glowed and his canines appeared. "Liar." he whispered.

Reba is a writer who finds herself in an awkward situation, with a drunk Henry mistaking her for his ex-girlfriend. #1 HenryCavill 8/12/2020 - 12/12/2020 , 17/12/2020 - 20/12/2020, 14/11/21 #4 Longing 8/12/2020 #6 Rescue 04/01/2021

Julia had the perfect life full of light and colour until the day tragedy struck. Geralt was stuck, and could not escape his confines. How will these two unlikely characters help each other find purpose, hope and peace within? This story is now completed and being edited would appreciate any comments if you see something that needs correction :) Edit completed 26/9/2020 If you see any errors grammatical ect after this date please let me know :) Thank you and enjoy. #3 in purpose 11/10/20 #1 in Witcher 23/9/2020 - 5/10/2020 #84 in Monsters 06/10/2020 #234 in Hope 06/10/2020

You have saved for this. You have waited. And now you're here. You walk up to Henry Cavill to get your autograph. You're a Comic Con goer, and the extra security makes you uneasy and feel that something's off, but it's for Cav, right? You slide your poster for him to sign and he looks up at you. "To...?" he asks. You tell him your name and swallow hard. He looks up at you and then writes. "Dit-dit-dit, dah-dah-dah, dit, dit, dit!" He laughs, but his eyes are locked on yours. He just did the SOS signal for the second time! What do you do? You blink twice-a confirmation. "Thanks." You glance at the beefy guys around him. What do you do now?! NOTE: This has a CAV POV. Released on Valentine's Day 2020 in thanks to Henry Cavill Fans and Fans of @TheRealChione for support in reaching milestones on stories. ENJOY!

*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*

Kyana of Cintra is a mistake. An incredibly powerful, dangerous mistake. Plagued by a troubled past, Kyana is the only female Witcher, the giver of death and destruction. Known as cold, sarcastic and sure of what she wanted, Kyana isn't a soul to be messed with. In her stream of work, it's kill or be killed. There's no room for friends or love or feeling of any kind. Everyone has painted her to be one of the same selfish monsters she kills. Everyone knows that, they've seen it. Although that's not what Geralt of Rivia has seen at all. Ranked #1 in The Witcher

In the desert, an instant turns life into death and hate into love. In the desert, everything is different. Boundaries break down, and you find yourself doing things that you would never, ever have imagined. Lilly Linton finds this out the hard way: in the shadow of the pyramids, she and her boss, cold, calculating Mr Ambrose, must face death and danger together. Is the desert's heat enough to melt the cold heart of Britain's richest financier? WINNER of the PEOPLE'S CHOICE AWARD in the Wattys 2016 Sequel to Robert Thier's #1 Hit 'Storm and Silence'