He's an asshole. You would guess that he's your typical bad boy. You'd be wrong though. He's not. He's not like the other bad boys you know. He's different. So different that there's.... There's an art to loving him. No can figure it out. Until her. She loves art. She has an eye for it. Will she be able to master the art of loving him? Maybe the more important questions is.... Will he let her?

****MATURE CONTENT IN BOOK**** ****YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED**** Akuma. That's what some call me. They also call me Myūto. The list goes on. Demon or Mute. Call me whatever you want. It doesn't matter me. I didn't get involved in this life on purpose. I didn't dream of this when I was in school. But here I am. A force to be reckoned with. Everyone knew my name. Everyone was afraid of me. Even The Devil himself respected me, all those related to Bianchi to respected me. I was content with life. Living in the shadows and answering to only myself and one other person...well sometimes answering to him. But that was all before. Before it happened. Before she came back. I thought she'd see the new me and be terrified She didn't. She stayed. Why? Because she found comfort in being with a demon that was bigger than the ones chasing her.

Nori Michaels has heard horror stories about the south from every family member possible. They were even more appalled when they were informed that Nori managed to get a very well paying job in Texas for a very influential white family. They saw it as a death sentence. Nori saw it as an opportunity. She was too ambitious for her own good. Nori thought she could handle anything thrown at her until the house owners brute of a son comes to stay for while. Oh Nori was not prepared for him...

[COMPLETED] "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "It's a shame you won't be so much when I'm finished with you. I'm gonna play you like a piano, my precious girl." "We shouldn't be doing this Cyrus." I whisper staring up at him. His face hardens and he slips his thumb in between my lips. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." In which a dominant, thirty year old man, who has never been in a serious relationship, becomes infatuated with a twenty-three year old black girl.

"Whether you like it or not, and I'm ready to collect what's mine and You? Are MINE." MATURE CONTENT. Astoria Evans. She was anything but normal. Orphaned at a young age and continuously bullied at school that she even had to run from her birth place with her grandmother. Then she realises that she could see the supernatural and no one would believe her? Ghosts;The Dead, Anything. She saw them plain as day. She knew was different from the rest but after a stranger comes and turns her world upside down, she doesn't know what to believe. She knew she was special, but only thing she didn't know yet was she was the one Fate destined for the Big Angry God Downstairs. Pluto Being the antisocial god he is, he never expected to be suddenly summoned from the very brother he hated and despised. Then it was announced, his mate was to be born in 1000 years time? Of course, no less than one of the newer generation gods would do. So imagine his surprise when the goddess of love says his fated is a weak, flesh mortal. He storms out on this news not believing his ears. What sick fucking joke was this? 1017 years have passed since then and though she may be mortal but she's still his. And he was ready to collect what's his. ♡♡♡♡ Pluto pulled his black mask up, and looked coldly in Astoria's eyes. "I'll be back," He spoke. "Don't do anything stupid or I'll spank you." "But-" Pluto looked back at her harshly, "But what?" "You're not the boss of me." Astoria rose from her chair and stood in front of him poking him in the chest. Pluto caught her hands and leaned closer to her ear, "Don't hit me unless you want me to fuck you so hard in that bed until you can't move ever again." Astoria stared at his slashed eye and saw he was dead serious, Pluto released her with chuckle. He dragged down his body suit to his collarbone where it shone a bright purple with an evil glint in his dark eyes, "You may not think you're mine but your cunt sure does."

❝YOU AS REAL AS THEY COME, BUT YOU WOULD RATHER BE ON THEM DRUGS.❞ 2/1/20 - 1/28/21.

It stands to its full menacing height of about 6"3" maybe even 6"4", yeah, definitely 6"4". It commences to formulate a 3D figure, it pours off the wall and pools onto the floor. I can't scream, not because I'm scared, I don't want to alarm Lilah, maybe I'm just hallucinating again. When it takes it's full form I see my mind's only reasonable explanation what's going, Don. Just like I imagined him. "Your not real" the whisper slips past my dry cold lips as if it'll rid me of this nightmare. "I'm about as real as it's gonna get baby girl" This book belongs to me all ideas belong to me, don't copy my stuff or we are gonna have some real problems. I do not support bully/negativity in the comment section, that shits not cool. Hope you enjoy! Sunshine

MATURE DO NOT READ IF YOUR UNDER 18 Dalia comes from a broken home, soft spoken and an academic, she's never been in the spot light. As a mystery student finally shows up to her high school 2 months into the school year, her whole world is shaken and she is dealt with her first love. Ashton is hiding a secret, his absence of two months has caused him to have mood swings, and hurt pretty much everyone around him. Letting Dalia in his life would be his biggest mistake, but temptation is proven to be hard to resist. Suspense and mystery combined with delinquent teen heartbreak, Dalia and Ashton's love story is only the beginning to an unexpected turn of events. Enjoy the first book in the series.

*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*

Lex is an assassin who lives to find people strong enough to kill him. Cora is a no-nonsense former government agent. The two end up living together after a mission which ended in Cora abandoning her post. Cora expresses interest in Lex right away, but Lex struggles to accept or even recognize affection. As Lex begins to feel new feelings he struggles to express them properly.