She is single and never had a single boyfriend in all of her twenty-four years of living. However, fate has decided to change that fact of hers by sending her a man, literally. When six foot five man appeares in her backyard all of a sudden, hunting for cockroaches for his dinner by her bushes, she meddles right in, faintly shouting at the clueless man who just stares at her like she's a crazy cat lady. With not much of a choice on her hands and the tiny winsy sympathy and humanity she has in her, Adelaide "Addy" Jacobs has no other choices but to take the man in her care for days which then turns to months. Having no clue on how to take care of a clueless grown man in her care, Addy tries her best to fend for the man she calls Tarzan.

"Guns and sex... that's what you are." • • • Rya Wilkins is a top trained agent, working under the orders of the president of USA. Her job involves brutal interrogations, dangerous undercover CIA work, and killing people who pose a threat to their nation. - And a threat like that just so happens to come in the form of a lethal and dangerously handsome Italian agent, who managed to break into the CIA and steal confidential information. It is now Rya's job to retrieve that information and stop the goddamn mischievous, sexy, son of a-I'm-going-to-make-your-body-explode-in-more-ways-than-one agent and bring him into custody. But there's a thin line between hatred and love - and that line turns out to be Rya's thong.

"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?

"Explosions are my specialty, I can and will be your doom, Now get down on your knees, baby, I'll make your world go boom." • • • Unconventional poems of a conformed man. I voice all my inner chaotic turmoils in rhyming words so they sound less pathetic. And also, I spice it up with dirty poetry, in good ol' me style, so I don't ruin the esthetics.

"We could be more than just friends, Soph." • • • He was a player with the brain of a genius. She was his best friend, the only one who could resist his charm. And yet... - Hold on to your panties, because a genius is loose.

Desolation is suicidal, very suicidal. Having taken her life countless times, she never remains dead. Death after death she seeks answers as to why she is as cursed as the lands she resides in. A land called Everlasting. A land cursed to never see Rhyun, the sun. Ruled by the Immortal Lord, Everlasting has remained in the shadows for centuries, and its occupants tremble in the rule of Lord Jerrath, the Immortal Lord who spirits away a bride every moons' turn. The brides never survive the pull of death; until Lord Jerrath meets Desolation. Desolation has a power that goes beyond eternal resurrection, her very gaze brings death. What happens when an Immortal Lord encounters a self-resurrecting being, whose gaze brings destruction to all who meet her eye? Perhaps return Rhuyn's light.

Hello lovelies! After a million (!!!) reads, I've taken DarkWeb down. Thank you for all the comments, votes, and reads! UPDATE: DARKWEB IS NOW FREE IN KINDLE UNLIMITED. A revised, improved, totally portable version of DarkWeb is on sale at Amazon for a couple of bucks if you want your own shiny new copy: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07CYHXC4Y In the meantime, I'll be around, working on other stories. See you soon, --T **** If you want to check out the beginning of DarkWeb to see if it's the kind of story you might like, I'm leaving the first three chapters up. ****THIS IS ONLY AN EXCERPT/TEASER, NOT THE COMPLETE STORY.**** {WATTPAD FEATURED STORY} {Highest Rank #1 Mystery/Thriller} When the FBI approaches 22 year old Wren Bower to work as an informant, she knows she'll take the job no matter what. The pay: Time off her jailbird brother's sentence. Wren's assignment: Put herself in the path of enigmatic computer programmer Mark Donahue. The FBI suspects Mark's the mastermind of DarkWeb, an untraceable website that deals in drugs, weapons, hit men, and human trafficking. But Mark is more than Wren bargained for. To make matters worse, Mark's arrogant, dangerous, totally hot younger brother, Davis, starts sniffing out inconsistencies in Wren's cover story. Can Wren get the FBI what they want before Mark or Davis discover she's an informant? The only way out is to solve the mystery of DarkWeb. {Featured} Highest Rank -- #1 in Mystery/Thriller

"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.

He speaks as if he knows everything, he trips over his own tongue like the intelligent person he is. The lingering taste of vodka and whiskey taint his sinful chapped lips. When he walks he stumbles, he smells like nicotine and he's cold. Ice resides in his veins and heart but not even the hell like flames of hatred and anger burning within his mind can freeze over. She's sweet like honeysuckle. She's warm and physically beautiful with her long brown hair and different colored gaze. When she smiles, the entire world stops to look and stare at her. Yet underlying her forced smile and physical perfection, dwells the monster that is her mental illness that she cannot control. Being beautiful doesn't hide it either, only mass doses of prescription pills do. In which an 18-year-old who believes he hasn't much to live for leaves his small sleepy town in hopes of finding his mother who abandoned him years ago. All the while a 17-year-old girl with severe Manic Depression tags along in hopes of being distracted from her illness and to also find peace of mind and happiness elsewhere. ** Inspired by music, specifically The 1975, Lana Del Rey, and others. ** Rough draft in desperate need of editing, plot holes, grammatical issues, etc. * not cliche but cliche it has it moments, but also so many plot twists so idk yeah. Mature Content. Read at your own will. Copyrighted ©