The Underlord pushes Ava against the wall. She stares up at him with wide eyes, suddenly trapped between the hard wall and him. He is a foot taller to her, if not more. Chevalier exhales roughly, searching her eyes. Suddenly heavy with all of his attention, a tremble forms in her knees. This is so wrong. She should pull away. "Stop me." Chevalier's voice comes out steady and hard. Ava stays quiet. Consent. Chevalier lowers his mouth until his hot breath caresses the tender flesh of her neck. Ava's eyes fall shut. His hand comes up to stroke the channels of her throat, his thumb on one side and the four fingers on the other. Finally, his soft lips come down on her skin. Ava drags a jagged breath into her lungs. His hand holds her in place from one side of her neck while his mouth assaults the other. He begins with kisses, then his teeth graze her before he bites down a little. She has to think her way out of this. But how? Her body has betrayed her already.

There's a place where all sorts of demons and humans go called The Devil's Speakeasy, a bar where the humans have no idea that they are among monsters. When Y/N becomes a waitress there, she feels so strange, like something was off about the place, but all wonders of that seem to push out of her mind upon becoming close with a suave bartender with bright, red eyes and a devilish grin. {Male Demon x Female Reader} | WARNING | This story contains elements of: •Sexual Themes •Harassment and Assault •Drugging If I missed any warnings, please, let me know in the comments. I check them frequently.

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

"I won't be able to control it then, Eos. Once I'm inside you, there is no going back." He had secrets. I had mine. All was well until he returned. The dark billionaire who made himself out of nothing, the mysterious handsome man that held deep, evil secrets within himself, and the man who was well-known across the country. King I wondered who was he and what he was doing here-in a small town, in the outskirts of the country. I learned my answer when he gave me his curse and told me to live with it forever. An eternity of sadness and despair until he became my new addiction. And I became his.

Bridger was on his way to work at the game store he worked at to pay for his college tuition when a sack was thrown over his head and he was knocked over the head by something hard. When he finally comes to, he finds he's locked in a room of some sort with his hands tied behind his back, and the same sack covering his head, leaving him blind to his surroundings. He has no recollection of how he came to be where he is, or who would even want to kidnap him...that is until the person in question walks through the door of the room in which he is being held captive and reveals himself. When he sees who it is, he is left speechless and even more confused than he was at first. Who is his captor? Does he know them? And most importantly: Why was he subject to their kidnapping? Find out in From Incarcerated to In Love! *Any and all pictures found within are not my own, and I give credit to each and every author of the respective images.*

Ruthless Alpha Kane meets Sora, a gentle human who shatters his walls-and turns his world upside down. *** At 31, Alpha Kane Locus Black has given up on looking for his mate. Since the age of 18 it has been all he wanted; now at 31 he is a cold, scary and distant Alpha to his pack. Until he meets Sora. His little human mate. *** Book 1 of the Alpha series

First book: He'll always be mine. (Completed) nov. 10.2020 Second book : He's all yours (ongoing) Jan.24.2021 Arrio Sandoval, future Alpha of the Lotus pack finds his mate the moment he steps into school. Hes happy to meet her until he realizes that she is actually a he. Kai Lloyd a boy who minds his own business is shocked when the quarter back comes up to him one day talking about mates and rejection. He shrugs and accepts without knowing what this airhead is saying.

[Book #1 in the Survivors Series] With a soft hand, he tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes were a piercing brown that I barely recognized, though I had seen them many times before. "Wolves mate for life." he pulled me closer, his hand reaching out to touch my neck and then moved down lower to my chest. "Do you know what that means, love?" I shook my head, trying to stare anywhere besides his brooding eyes that seemed to bore straight into my soul. He moved forward slightly, hushing me when I let out a whimper in fear of what he was going to do. Our foreheads came in contact, the result explosive as I let out a small yelp of surprise. "It means," he licked his lips before letting his eyes slip closed. "It means that I will never leave you. I want you to burn that into your head, Adrian." he leaned closer once more, whispering one more thing to me. "I will never leave you, mate." Our lips collided, and I felt it as my heart became whole once again. 🐺 Adrian Smith has felt alone ever since his mother died and his father became an abusive alcoholic. For years his dad continually beat him senseless and constantly blamed Adrian for the death of his mom. He doesn't feel like he belongs anywhere and his hope of living a better life is wearing thin. He dreams of being valued someday, while surrounded by people that love him. When he is forced to leave his house and life behind, what will become of him when he stumbles on a pack of werewolves? Alpha Finn Hale is the 28 year old leader of a small pack, who are better known to him as his family. They are important to him and always brighten the increasing darkness that threatens to take over his life. While most of his family is mated, he has been mateless for over ten years and doesn't know where to turn anymore. What will he do when his mate turns out to be a fragile human running away from a dark past? Will their completely different worlds collide for the better? Or will it all crumble to pieces?

[18+ only, Mature Content] "Stop looking for a fight, angel, before I handcuff you to this bed and leave you here." "I'd scream," I warned him. "That would add the story of us f*cking." I held myself back from taking his gun and shooting him and gave him a fake smile. "I really dislike you." "It didn't stop you from moaning." * MALIA has one job. Follow the assassin called GHOST, find out who Sinners are, uncovering their plan. It was a simple order. But late nights, fights and the tension only lead to feelings and a desire that should be forbidden. Involves gangs, drugs, murder and sex. ENTERED IN WATTYS2019 04/06/19 STEAM & SMOKE by NŸX©️copyright #1 FBIagent #1 projectbadboys #4 badboy #1 gang #1 boy

"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