"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

• Completed • "You're merely a replacement of her. Nothing more nothing less." *** Human's desire for perfection has led them to a downfall. A mass creation of androids traps them in a dilemma where now hunters are needed to eliminate them from overpopulating. And in this world is a young girl, an android, that is running for her life and bumps into a mysterious man. Where their past, present, and future is forever inevitable. ♤ 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐒𝐌 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 (manhwa) ♤

• Completed • "You don't know how hard it's been for me. There wasn't a day I didn't think about you." I shivered from his warm breath breezing against my neck. Jay was speaking to me with such sweet words. It was just as painful for me to endure but I couldn't respond to his words. *** An 18 year old girl risks her life to escape from her country but what happens when she approaches a killer for help.. This is my first story and I will upload weekly (Fri. & Sat.) or sometimes earlier. I hope you guys enjoy!♡ Thank you for your support *^^*

A mature novel in which a very powerful man falls dangerously for a meek girl. - "Come here." A harsh, clear warning rang in his voice. I stood, my cheeks flushed red from the sight before me. Dante's chest was all bare and his fingers were slowly unzipping his pants. Everything about him was chiseled to perfection. His skin was free from any scars or blemishes. The towering man tapped his foot impatiently. My heart raced, my eyes darting everywhere for an escape route. "Tsk Tsk Tsk, You're not going anywhere this time." -

"Who was your first kiss?" Ares asked very seriously and my face started reddening. "I. . . haven't been kissed. Yet." I looked away as I didn't have the courage to meet his eyes and admit this. "Why not?" Why was he asking me this? "You obviously know why. I'm average, I'm just a normal girl." I was interrupted by an impatient scoff. "That's not why." "Fine, you tell me why." I retorted but instantly regretted it. He was going to tell me that I wasn't pretty enough or that I wasn't interesting enough or- "You were waiting." *** ~Highest Ranking: #2 in Werewolf, #1 in Fiction~ ~Translated into 5 languages!~ "My jaw is on the floor!!! I'm so sad it's over" -AlexysZor-El "Honestly one of the best wattpad books I've read" -baebae_blue_hair "This was the first story I've ever read on Wattpad. That's how I fell in love with this app. Thank you author!" -inaffetss

They call him Demise. No, that wasn't his birth name. His mother nor father gave him this designation. Many people weren't sure he even had parents. Some say he sprung from the fiery depths of Hell. No, he earns his title. Every lycanthrope shakes in fear from the tales of him in battle- his ruthlessness, his ferocity. One said he could kill a man with a mere touch. They call him Demise because everything he touches perishes. His skill, his intelligence, his stamina, his endurance, his agility, his everything...holds murderous brutality. He is death and he fucks with despair. ───── Grace was a chosen for the Kingdom of Wolves. She and fifty other women were traded among the four Alphas of the world, paid to satiate their every desire. Grace had not been requested, yet, for she was the newest arrival. Stationed in Kingdom Demise, she worked as a palace servant. She knew one day she would be beckoned by an Alpha, but she never thought it would be by Demise.

"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

They Are The Monsters. They Are The Princes. . . . Leyla Campbell, daughter of a corrupted politician, never expected her father to give her to them - two of the deadliest men in the world, for the sake of his reputation. They don't seem safe. They look like they'd rip her apart. She never expected that she might want them to. . . . Mature content. BDSM. Reverse Harem.

Book 1 "What's your name?" He asked firmly, staring at the young woman intently. "Myra." She answered softly, trying to stay calm. "Myra. Are you really as good as your husband claims?" He asked, stepping closer to her. Myra's knees shook with fear and shook her head desperately. "H-he lied. He's never touched me." She whimpered softly, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. "Has anyone touched you?" He asked curiously. She shook her head again before answering weakly "No." He hummed, keeping his eyes stormy eyes on her face, watching her lips tremble with nervousness and fear. "Lie down." He demanded coldly. She quickly laid down on the bed, hoping whatever he does with her would be gentle. ♡°•●○___________________________○●•°♡ Highest Ranking #1 Sexual Themes 30.06.2022 #2 Dark Romance 22.07.2022 #1 Innocent 09.08.2022 #3 Killer 12.08.2022 #8 Money #5 Rich #5 Abuse 06.08.2022 #8 Mafia 06.08.2022 #1 Mature 15.08 2022 #12 Romance 21.08.2022

"But... How can I be your mate?" She whispered, lowering her head. "I'm a human. Humans and werewolves can't be mates." Slowly, he reached for her face and tipped her chin up, forcing their eyes to meet. Though his expression was inscrutable, there was a perceptible fondness in his eyes whenever he looked at her. "Who said I was a werewolf?" ➳ Highest rankings: - #3 in Wolf - #5 in Mate - #5 in Innocent - #4 in Protective - #11 in RomanceStories