COMPLETE (FINALLY!) STANDALONE STORY Magic. Forbidden by law, possessed by witches, and the reason a carpenter's daughter is imprisoned in her own home. When escaping the house for a few hours of freedom goes horribly wrong, Misa Carpenter unwittingly captures the attention of a man she comes to despise. He wants her for the magic she never knew she had. Instead of an arrest that could lead to her execution, he proposes a bargain that would set her free from the prison she called home, a bargain she can't refuse. Having no other choice, Misa is plunged into the dangerous world of witches in search of the most powerful and dangerous of them all. The task is deceptively easy. Find the witch and eliminate her. All Misa wants to do is fulfill her end of the bargain so she could finally be free. But things aren't always so simple. Learning magic to blend in forces Misa to confront her greatest fears, and as she grows to understand the man who flipped her world upside down, she realises she might have quite literally gotten much more than what she bargained for. _______ Rated 16+ for swearing, depictions of psychological and physical abuse (by the villain), and mild sexual content

He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*

When Aria finds herself waiting up at night for her boyfriend to show up, pieces of the puzzles begin to fit. She questions everything; his loyalty, trust and love. A girl's best-friend is the one you trust the most, the one you confide in, get advice from and definitely not the one who sleeps with your boyfriend... In order to get revenge, she makes a call to a special someone who she knows would crush him; Miles Alexander. And in the midst of it all, he becomes the one she never expected to fall for. *Cover designed by: @grace.poff / @daddypuffen*

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

Emery Ashford had a smart mouth. She was known for it. As an outgoing teenager Emery was always hanging out with friends and with a lack of filter she always said what was on her mind. Especially if it had to do with that irritative jock. She hated him with every fiber in her body. She hated his charming nature, his arrogance, his lack of care, and the way he got on her nerves. But the thing she hated most, although she'd never admit it, is that she would stick up for him. Not like he ever needed it. She wanted nothing more than to get away from him. But it's completely impossible. He lived right across the street. Everything about senior year had been going smoothly until, Bang. Jackson Riley had a pretty mouth. Pretty face too. As the school's football captain he's always been the talk. For years he's been entertained by the smartass that is Emery Ashford. She was a pain in his ass, but he knew he'd be bored without her. When he ends up giving Emery another concussion, he's determined to make the last two months of her senior year hell. That's if he hasn't been doing that already. There's only one thing in his way. Concussion or not Emery isn't going down without a fight. It seems the more she doesn't want him around, the more he happens to be. She thinks her life is spiraling into the ground...but maybe she has it all wrong. With an offer she can't refuse and a heat of the moment bet, it's time for the both of them to realize that there's a thin line between love and hate. And with an injury like this, that line is surely to blur. #1 in annoying [12/30/22] #1 in brothersbestfriend [1/6/23] #1 in hate [1/15/23] #1 in teens [1/28/23] #1 in tension [3/18/23] #1 in summer [5/8/23] #1 in player [5/13/23] Started [Oct 2022] Finished [May 2023]

Practice makes perfect, and when you're fighting to be the best in your sport that is especially true. Ryder and Francesca are no exception. They are dedicated to their sport and refuse to let anything distracted. But when a scheduling conflict forces the two to share the ice, staying focused becomes just a little harder. TW// mentions to abuse & scenes of verbal abuse

𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥; 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘣𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘞𝘙𝘌𝘕 𝘑𝘈𝘔𝘌𝘚 works for a prestigious real estate firm. she hates everyone. her favorite color is black. she has a cat named puff. and her life is a never ending void. 𝘙𝘏𝘠𝘚 𝘔𝘖𝘖𝘙𝘌 works for the same prestigious real estate firm. he tolerates everyone. he doesn't have a favorite color. he hates cats. and his life is even more boring then the next. but every simple thing they know becomes foreign when they are forced to pair up and work on the most important project the real estate firm has ever seen.

Robin leans against the counter. "So what are we? Enemies with benefits? Is that even a thing?" "Basically, we fuck raw and argue about who fucked the best when we're done." "Oh, I see. I hate you, but your dick game is fantastic, right?" "Exactly. I despise your annoying ass but at the same time, I can't get enough of that pretty pussy of yours." ~~~ Meet Robin Davis and August Foreman. Robin is a sophisticated, organized and confident wedding planner. With too many heart breaks to count, a man is exactly what she doesn't need in her life. But August on the other hand is flirty, cocky, nonchalant, and basketball isn't exactly the only thing he's playing. With a girlfriend every two weeks and an ego bigger than his own IQ it's hard not to hate him. When their best friends begin dating, they are forced to be around each other more than they like. One drunken night things get crazy and they wake up in the same bed. After a while they cannot deny the physical attraction for each other, so they agree to a no strings attached deal. No relationship. No feelings. Just amazing sex. Will this no strings attached arrangement turn into something more with Robin and August? Read on to find out!

Moe Rivas has spent her whole life waiting for the perfect storybook romance, but as she approaches her senior year of college -- single, and incredibly disappointed with the male species -- she decides she's sick of daydreaming. Turning her back on love, Moe hooks up with Theo Landing, the grumpy barista from her favorite coffee shop. And it goes a little too well. Eager to explore something casual, Moe proposes a friends-with-benefits relationship, and Theo, burned by an ex's betrayal, agrees to the arrangement. But as Moe spends more time with Theo -- in and out of the bedroom -- she realizes falling in love is easy; it's denying love entry that's challenging. And day by day, her resolve is splintering.

Kian crosses the room, taking large steps towards me. He rips my hand from the guy's neck with a snarl, forcibly pulling me up. My eyes widen. "Kian-what the hell!" "We're leaving," he barks at me. "What is wrong with-" "You want a fuck buddy? I'll fucking be it. Come on," he growls my protest. *this excerpt is from ch. 10* ----- Meet, Aidin West. Prescott University's undefeated swimmer. Beautiful. Smart. Meet, Kian Grey. Prescott University's most agile center. Sexy. Too hot for his own good. Kian pulled Aidin's pigtails when she took his swing. Aidin kicked him in the balls. Now? They're best friends. Platonically. No, really, platonically. Well. . . ----- *story is inspired and all credits are given to lauren layne and elle kennedy, see author's note for more details (:*