"If you lay another finger on my people, I will hang you up in the rafters by your wrists and slice your body directly down the middle so you can watch your organs spill out of you one by one. The pain will be excruciating." He hissed, his minty breath fanning my face and my breathing turned as erratic as my heart as he dragged a lone finger down the middle of my chest, moving the zipper with it so that his finger grazed my skin in a cutting motion. There was no reason for me to get aroused by his cruel words, but I did. This entire time I was trying to cloak my scent to prevent him from noticing, but I lost my control and there was nothing I could do to stop my scent from rising between us. I cursed in my head when his tilted, a dark brow raising. He knew. Tsking, he stopped his finger right where my heart was located, eyes locked on mine. "Well, well. Seems we have a masochist on our hands. You surprise me, kitten." He drawled, his lips curving into a dark smirk. *** They call her the soul punisher, the demon slayer. Any supernatural creature that crosses her path, feels the wrath of her blade, her murderous eyes the last thing they ever see. Vesper. She's only known one thing her entire life. Kill. Show no mercy to the creatures who carelessly murder her kind. Humans. The slayer blood runs through her veins, fuels the hatred for every immortal creature that walks the earth. Nothing stops her, no one is a match for her. Until Luka Ardelean crosses her path, an equal match she's been yearning for since she chose her blade. Now, the real challenge begins. The prize? Luka Ardelean's heart wrapped in a box with a pretty bow. ⚠️WARNING ⚠️ This story contains mature content such as foul language, graphic sex scenes, graphic violence, murder, and more!

Leslie Carson is haunted with the memories of the perverse Hatchet Killer that plagued her small town and the unexpected role she played in Arch Teller's subsequent imprisonment. Though years have gone by and hundreds of miles have deliberately been placed between Leslie and the town of Elk Point, a daunting retrial ending in Teller's release renders her world upended. With a dreaded but obligated return to Elk Point to bury her father and console her grief-stricken mother, Leslie is forced to confront her past as well as a dark, looming promise; a promise from her former childhood friend and suspected Hatchet Killer to ultimately ruin Leslie in every way he knows how, plunging her and the town of Elk Point into a sinister and suspenseful game of survival.

The anatomy of man is a lot more terrifying the higher up you go.

Mortal thought and philosophy in the form of prose.

virtues are for fools, darling.

Flirting with a patient is fine . . . as long as it doesn't go further. . . . Sabine is a talented nurse starting her dream job when she meets her newest, flirtatious patient, Ziggy. When Ziggy receives a life-changing diagnosis, he turns to Sabine for help to make it through. As their relationship turns to dependence, Sabine tries to maintain her professionalism enough to support him while he fights for his life. . . . Trigger warnings: This story contains uncomfortable depictions of a serious illness and contains mature content including language, sexual situations, and drug references. Intended for mature audiences only. ©2020 E.M. Wilson, All Rights Reserved

A man's fight with the gods always ends in bloodshed. Thus a man's fight with himself always ends in despair. something of a contemplation poetry, perhaps *unedited

The macabre unraveling of a burdened therapist and underhanded butcher in the filthily overrun and morally bankrupt milieu of New York City.

We're all terrible, terrible people.

xvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3