I thought being abducted and experimented on by aliens was the worst things could get. But I was wrong. Because when I tried, and failed, to escape, I promised to protect an alien-human baby. And then we were thrown into a new cage. And my cell-mate? He's big, scarred, brooding... and we're expected to give our captors a baby of our own. Sci-Fi Alien Romance [18+]

"How do I know you won't reject me as well?" I reply, staring at the handsome Alpha who has somehow made it past my walls. He reaches a hand towards me, gently caressing my cheek and tracing down my neck. I can't help the sigh that escapes from me as the sparks erupt under his touch. He presses his lips to my ear, his warm breath giving me goosebumps. "I have waited and searched for you for eight years, Angel. Now that I have you in my arms, I'm never letting you go." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warrior wolf Katrina left her pack three years ago after a painful rejection from her mate. With her sister in tow, they travel in search of a new home. With her heart hardened and broken, Katrina discovers that second chance mates are no myth after running into Alpha Seth of The Red Fang pack. The question is, will she let Seth mend her heart?

In the shadowed world of Fyrm, vampires reign and humans survive. Luna DuPont, born blind with snow-white hair, has lived her life hidden, protected from the attention her strange appearance might draw. But fate doesn't care for safety-and neither does the ancient vampire king who senses her presence long before he knows her name. When desperation leads Luna into the heart of a castle ruled by cruelty, she expects to serve. She doesn't expect to be claimed. Not by the most feared creature alive. Not by the one who feels drawn to her in ways he cannot explain. As war brews between tradition and change, Luna must navigate a dangerous new world of blood, power, and forbidden connection. But some destinies are written in more than prophecy-some are written in blood. And love, in the unlikeliest of places, may be the most dangerous legacy of all.

I won't survive. I'm sure of it. Strong wind ruffles through my clothes and hardly allows my eyes to remain open. I'm surprised that I'm still standing on the rock and haven't been tossed into the whirlwind. Huge waves crash down upon the rocks making deafening sounds. I open my eyes wide enough to see the next wave coming. As it comes towards the rock, it reaches the height of a three-storey building and seems to loom over me for some time, like a monster looking at its prey with hungry eyes, before finally crashing down towards me like a waterfall. While it comes down one single thought comes in my mind. This is how I die. Then the waters devour me. ___________________________________________ What's the worst crime you could ever commit? In a faraway kingdom of Marinus, ruled by a blood thirsty, diabolical king, Kai, the rules are simple. To love, is a sin. Cordelia Lynn, an ordinary 16 year old, finds herself in the midst of this. Call it coincidence. Or just fate. Now she must choose which side she's on and unveil a truth about her existence. Wishing all the while, Not to commit the same sin again..... Started: 25th April 2019 Completed: 16th December 2019 Status: Being edited. ___________________________________________ • H I G H E S T R A N K I N G & A W A R D S • #4in waters on 8th June 2020 #1 in newstuff. #21 in merfolk #91 in sea out of 1000+ books #2 in merfolk 27/03/20 #3 in waters on 18/06/20

❝Oh, Cordelia, sing to me. Then proceed to kill me at sea.❞ ★★★ inspired by The Little Mermaid. Highest Rank Short Story: #55

Ethan stared at the markings on the wall. It had been at least a month since he could recall seeing anyone; the creepy scientists don't count. He remembers his kidnapping quite vividly. His body constantly littered with new bruises from the constant prodding and poking, not to mention the wings that suddenly sprouted from his back; painfully. One morning he finds that his cell door is unlocked and curiosity takes over. Will he find where he is at? Will he find a way to escape or the details of why he was kidnapped and experimented on? Is anyone else suffering the same way? Started: Oct 2023 Ended: March 2024

{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

He can hear them coming. He doesn't know where, but he can hear them from the distance. Their whispers. Clueless of what they're about. Their footsteps. Regardless of where they plan to hide next. But he knows that it's somewhere nearby. And he has an idea of who their next victim is. He must help her. Before she turns into one of them. It's too late to take any risks. He must go soon. But what he was unaware of, was that they already made their next move. ________________________________ They are fast. Quiet. They can speak without moving their lips. No words. Something else. They're hidden beneath the shadows of where we used to be. Right behind your house. Only few can hear them. Ones who shouldn't. They should live normal, happy lives like the rest of us. But they can harshly hear the silent, swift footsteps of the others. The ones that are Injected.

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

Enver Williams is leading on a normal life but that is all ripped away from her when she is taken from her home town. When Enver comes to realize that there are others like her in more ways than one, she is determined to free herself and her newfound friends from the physiological torment of her closely supervised enclosure. ••• "Do I make you nervous, Enver?" Another idiotic question. "Wouldn't the man who kidnapped you and threatened to kill you make you nervous?" I snap at him. He only smiles an odd, crooked grin. I can make that disappear. "Wouldn't a murder make you nervous?" Now it's my turn to pull the strings. He looks at me with hurt in his eyes. "How many times do I have to say it?" He pauses, I guess hoping for some sort of mercy in my eyes, "I didn't kill her." "Liar!" I shout. "Why won't you believe me?!" "Would you believe yourself?" "It wasn't me who shot her," he sits on a stool, resting his elbows on his knees. "Then how do you know she was shot?" "I saw it. I saw him kill her," his voice was riddled with such pure vulnerability and pain it begged me to believe him. "Who?" I try to sound sympathetic, but it comes out as scared. Maybe, subconsciously, I am scared.