Mak spent most of her childhood with her caretaker until she was 8 when her village was destroyed and Hunters discovered her and killed everyone. Mak managed to get away before she was taken. Safe for the time being, the young Makena lived in the swamp lands of Louisiana, rebel by nature and wild child. Makena manage...
When her dad hits a wolf on the snow-covered road of the Smokey Mountains, Evelyn and her family are literally sent careening into a world they'd never dreamed could be real. Never mind the part about the wounded wolf shapeshifting into a man before their very eyes--Jackson Stone holds a much more meaningful secret t...
Keeta was born at the beginning of the Middle Kingdom of Egypt. She was the only daughter of a nobleman that barely made it through. When she turned sixteen years old, her parents gave her to the temples so that maybe one day she could become a powerful priestess and bring good fortune to their family. Keeta didn't m...
She was out of options. She needed help, a concept that was once alien to her. But with her pride stripped away and guilt weighing her down, she no other choice. If not for her, then she would do it for the sake of her child. Silent and begrudging the hunter offered her his help, curiosity scoring through the back of...
"What's a kiss?" He asked in my right ear, sending a shiver up my spine. "What's a kiss?" He was suddenly on my left. "What's a kiss." I heard from above. "Tell me, Lucilia." I placed my hand on the back of my neck, defeatedly shook my head and sighed. "Alright." Everything immediately became deathly silent and still...
Twelve human women are captured to participate in the predators' game. Camila has no choice but to trust her hunter with her life. Original character/Predator(yautja) {highly explicit content/predator and human sex} (do not own pic) This fic has dark and non-consensual themes, if you do not like that please do not rea...
"Don't bite your lip in front of me like that, Buttercup, or I might have to bend you over and f*ck you right here in this musty old library." Although he practically whispered, his deep voice was rough, almost a growl. He brushed his thumb across my lips, while moving his other hand from the wall to grab my waist and...