Oakley is an underground fighter who is also a quiet, rude, sarcastic, and ruthless girl and she has grown up being told and taught she is never worthy of love. She is attending a new school where she will start her Junior year. She has a dark past and has herself convinced she is off her rocker until one day she passes a boy almost as insane as she is... Will they be able to handle each other's psychotic minds? -- This story does contain- R@pe Murder Violence Language Sexual content And amazing characters I mean c'mom!

Cover art not by me The sequel to Murder Drones: Perfect Organism, picking up where that story left off. The remaining crew of the UAS O'Bannon dock at Gateway, with the trio now being under the guidance of Palms as they try to adjust to their new lives after their harrowing experience. However, neither the Solver Of The Absolute Fabric, nor the perfect organisms are wiped out easily. They're not gone for good yet, and abominations like those tend to attract attention. Part 1: https://www.wattpad.com/story/365918613?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Baked_Cinnamon_Rollz

She knew she shouldn't follow him. She should have ran when he nearly killed her. She should have left the hunter alone. But it was too late, she was on his radar now and there was no stopping the angry creature...and she didn't want to. (i do not own photo) This fic has dark and non-consensual themes, if you do not like that please do not read and share your "opinion" with me.

"If they aren't pretty when they are dead, then why bother keeping the bodies in my cemetery? Just burn them. Burn all of them, and give me the charming ones." I laughed at how psychotic he sounded; or even how psychotic he was."You're young, why do you even own your own cemetery? That can't even be legal." "Why bother concerning yourself over my affairs? This cemetery-" he quickly corrected himself, "My cemetery is the most luxurious and ravishing of them all." He bent down, and began to whisper in my ear, "And I know, that you, my lamb, understand my funeral style, don't you?"

Completed. Simon and John are coworkers. Both ex military, they relate in ways others can't. Soap is facing hard times at home and finds a safe place with Simon. Simon accidentally teaches him that he's worth something the way he is. That love isn't taking someone down a notch. That he deserves better. Simon and John are based on Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II's Simon "Ghost" Riley and John "Soap" Mactavish but this takes place in an au where they are both ex military but did not previously know each other. TW: Depiction of domestic violence (not between Ghost and Soap), and suicidal ideation

The Sequel to the First Interspecies book! Helena has returned, being summoned from an unknown geneticist. He proposes an idea for her; Work for him and find Zerksis, and continue her research of the Xenomorph species. After the events of Interspecies, will she be able to bring herself to find Zerksis and be reunited with him again? If she does, what will life be like? Will she continue to grow her bond with him as his mate?

Taiga, a vibrant young waitress at The Den, is renowned for her quick wit and intelligence. With an easygoing and bubbly personality, she navigates the diverse clientele with finesse, effortlessly handling even the most formidable creatures that venture into the bar. On the other hand, Kaail, an Elite Yautja hunter, has carved his path with a meteoric rise through the ranks. Known for lethal agility that defies his imposing size, he is a force to be reckoned with. His rapid ascension is complemented by a formidable temper. Have you ever wondered what happens when a Yautja walks into a Bar? Mature content 🔞 Okay, yautjas don't belong to me. But everything else in this book does?

Rae had never believed in fate or destiny. Her father had once said stories were shaped by choice, that she had the power to carve out her own path. So when a yautja enters the picture, she's faced with a very difficult decision. She must choose between two paths, two worlds, and two lives. But which would she choose? - Male Yautja x Female OC - POV Third Person Omniscient - Rated M because they are predators (Sorry no spoilers!) ------- #1 in Scifi-Romance - 9/14/24 #1 in Predator - 6/1/23 #1 in yautjaxoc - 10/12/23 #1 in Alien - 5/30/24 #1 in Development - 12/6/25 #2 in Yautja - 10/5/23 #2 in avp - 8/27/24 #2 in multiplepov 12/8/25 #4 in Culture - 12/6/25 #5 in Discovery - 12/6/25 ------- Cover art owned and inspired by me. ------- I do not own the Predator franchise or the Yautja species, but I do own my original characters and species and respectfully ask that no one take my ideas or characters. Express your own creative and artistic ideas and stories, don't steal or take ideas from others. Please and thank you.

Life is good for young Luna. She had it all, a good friend, loving parents, a promising future. Nothing could ruin her life. Nothing. Not even the news off missing people around town. Until one ordinary day, the world as she knew it, ended. Will she be able to survive in this new reality? Will she be able to overcome tragedy and unimaginable loss? Will she be able to sleep ever again?

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN