❝𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫❞ - Melanie is in her sophomore year of college. Everything about her is as normal as can be. Friendships, crushes, working, classes, and hopefully relationships in the future. Everything is fine. Until it was not. Who would've thought her car of many years and problems would finally break down on her? And who would've thought her car would introduce her to a tall, mysterious mechanic with a lot of secrets?

A story in which a 'troubled' girl seduces A man struggling with psychosis and the world comes to an end.

AVAILABLE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED 5th June 2024 One thing about tattoo artist, Hendrix Cross, is that he's lonely. He needs something or someone in his life to fill in that void. He needs a muse. Nothing in his life has ever been plain sailing. He grew up in care and has never been able to fit in anywhere. That is until he started working at a tattoo shop owned by a man called Roman Cassidy who took him in and taught him the ropes of art. Soon Hendrix's boring life takes a turn when Roman's daughter flies to America from the UK to live with him after falling out with her mother. Mila Cassidy is a fashion guru and art fanatic, with a love for Chanel and tattoos. She starts working with her father in the shop and that's when Hendrix starts to grow an obsession with the beautiful girl. He soon decides that she's going to be his muse. And when Hendrix wants something, he takes it and makes it his.

She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

Ebonie was just a young woman seeking companionship after failing at most of the important things in life. That had been her first mistake, not the failing part, but thinking she could successfully find a lover (husband hopeful). Now she was just young, maybe still a woman (depending on if one consider only human females to be women) , but she was diffidently something else now. But in pure Ebonie fashion, she was somehow even failing at being turned into a supernatural being. Great.

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

Summer is a young mother trying to grasp her new reality. Witch is keeping a low profile with her beautiful bubbly daughter Autumn who's full of character for a four-year-old. Kazimir isn't your normal French billionaire CEO. He's a man who knows how to manipulate and finesse the world into his advantage. He's cruel and cunning, just one touch from him and you become addicted, his touch alone was sinister. So was looking in his eyes it was a meeting with death. A man with many demons and one of them is struggling with emotions something he lacks and can't understand. What happens when the season's changes and he thought he was suited for them? Summer takes an instant disliking to Kazimir controlling and possessive way's. He's a men with money and men with money comes with power. He has one rule and that's to keep a distance from a sin. Summer was an unholy sin and an unhealthy sinister obsession. He craves to consume Summer, bringing her to his mind and world of evil knowing she might not survive but that's just a risk he's willing to bet on. He always gets what he wants but these seasons have something else in mind. {UN EDITED READ AT YOUR OWN RISK FOR THE MOMENT}

I walk backwards with Silva slowly stalking towards me with a crazed look on his face. He had his shirt unbuttoned and his hair damp from sweating. "Why are you here?" I ask him calmly trying not to show that I am scared, he chuckles darkly rubbing his hands through his hair something he did when he was upset. "What do you mean? I just came to bring my girl home; you still are my girl, right?" "I never said I wasn't. But you're acting insane right now." I tell him. Sweat formed with from the fear of what is to come. "I'm insane? You're the one with the knife in your hand not me! Look what you did to me!" I don't even look at his torso already aware of its damage. "Look what you did to me! What did you expect me to do Silva?! I don't want to hurt you anymore but I fucking will if you keep pushing me!" I was screaming on the top of my lungs waving the knife like a mad women. "Be a good girl and use it on me like you want." I wipe my endless tears shaking my head. "Come on Nastasia do it!" I scream as I watch him lunge at me, on instinct I swing the knife slicing into his arm. I gasp instantly dropping it and we both stand still as his blood drips . We stood in silence until he silently began laughing, I watch him touch his arm to feel the blood in his hands. "That's it Stasi let's play." He takes shirt completely off before coming at me again.

"Fuck you." I mumbled but everyone could definitely hear me. "Already did." Atlas replied loudly with a smirked. "Ew" Apollo said covering his ears. "Gross" Hera scrunched up her face. "I'm going to be sick." Gaia faked gaged. I looked away in embarrassment while Atlas laughed.

A black, business owner of a small New York City bakery, Danielle has achieved success. She owns her own home, has traveled the world and is only 26 years old. Even with all her successes, she remains compassionate and selfless. The only thing she hasn't been quite successful in is her love life. Enter in Derek. Derek is a handsome white male also living in New York City. His beauty however, is buried under dirty brown, shoulder length hair, a full beard and clothes that haven't been washed in years. He's been homeless since he was 16. Now he's 28. After being constantly harassed by shop owners and police officer and moved from place to place, Derek finds a new place in the alleyway behind a bakery. As the New York winter begins to roll in, Danielle's compassionate persona moves her to do things most people wouldn't.