A crush is just a crush. It's fascination, intrigue, it's physical attraction that isn't supposed to be sated. So, when Anna Reeves finds herself thrown into the deep, voodoo trenches of New Orleans because of said crush, she decides whether the itch is worth the scratch. Visiting the birthplace of jazz had always been a dream so when the opportunity to study her medical degree arose, she took it. Only she didn't dare imagine she'd ever encounter Vlad - the object of her desire - and tangle herself in a dark web of mystery, lust and danger. Can they shake this dark attraction enough to save themselves from a new threat? **no need to read its predecessors**

(Completed) (Now available on Inkitt and kindle also.) Raised by indians after her family was murdered, forced to marry a man she didn't know, stolen away by renegades, and stalked by her over protective brother. Harvest Flower must prove her worth in a new village, as Running Wolf's white woman bride. Running Wolf knew she was beautiful. He has loved her since the day he found her bathing in the waterfalls. Now he can take her home as his wife. He fights for her and claims he can protect her. His girl with hair the color of the Harvest Flower. Being edited by @EeEeEe_11 Warning: Adult Content and Language. Read with caution please. Some triggers and violence.

The nature of the gods is cruel. No one knew that more than Natari Snow For no matter which god you worshipped, be that the cold ones in north, the seven in the south or the hundreds of free and exotic ones across the sea, life was a hard and cruel game they played with their followers. Natari's wicked game had began the day she entered the world... Yet even the gods did not know what a strong creature they made that day. //Ranked No.1 hottest story for #throne 26.05.2019 //Ranked No.1 hottest story for #thehound 26.05.2019 //Ranked No.1 hottest story for #sandorclegane 18.05.2021

° Prey raised by Predators. ° "No one wearing a crown comes in the name of peace." - queens that show no mercy. ° Winter's Child Slays ° ° Lyra of House Brackwell born from Srenna and Darreth Brackwell. ° ° From the deaths of their first sons lost from sickness the old gods have blessed them with a final child and heiress to Braewood keep. ° ( this one will take me awhile as well to publish my chapters but I will try my best.)

Perfectly Broken (We're Just Sex Friends) "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased Ryan tremendously, his hips moving more brutally. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. Instead, it was Ryan. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ Emma Thorne has been stricken with heartache over her unrequited love for her best friend, Alec Romano, since childhood. So when her bully of nine years, Ryan Brighton, grants her a deal to settle her heartache, she takes a chance on him oblivious to his haunting past and present. Now "Sex Friends" Emma has a way to deal with her heartache and stand by her friends side with ease but how long will it last? Will her "Sex Friendship" be kept a secret? Or will it be revealed in unimaginable ways? Maybe even to the point of sacrificing everything she's known and love by making a deal with the bully who might be as dangerous as death itself... ***Credit for book cover goes to the brilliant Andyrojas143!***

With dark wings came dark words. Lady Jaslin of House Frost knew this better than most. Jaslin had grown up at Castle Frost, just North East of Winterfell on the coast before Bear Island. The only daughter of Lord Erock and Lady Tarla Frost, and younger sister to Lord Borick Frost. When Jaslin was only 2 years of age, her father and brother joined Lord Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon in their rebellion against the Mad King. The Lords and knights of Frost Castle never returned, leaving Jaslin alone with her mother. At the age of five, Lady Tarla could no longer live with the grief for her lost husband and son, and jumped from the tower of their castle home. From that day on Lady Jaslin of House Frost went to live with the wolves of House Stark. //Rank #1 for GameOfThrones stories 01.05.2019 //Rank #1 for hound stories 13.02.2020

Tallulah Waters was the daughter of Anicia Waters, the most desired and well known whore in all of Kings Landing. Tallulah did not know who her father was though. All she had knew whas that she witnessed growing up in Little fingers pleasure house. Despite her mother never speaking of her father, Tallulah had her sucicipons, not that it mattered, for she was just another bastard in the cruel world they lived in. As she grew up, her mother continued to work until her death. The young girl had not followed in her mother's steps though. Instead, she had trained hard in the art of healing and was even hired by little finger to see after his whores. Life was hard but simple for Tallulah, each day the same as she watched the rest of the world go by. That would all change when King Robert died and a boy king took to the throne. //Ranked No.1 hottest story for #sandorclegane 26.05.2019 & 28.10.2020

***Please note that this book has been taken down because it's been published, and you can see only the sample chapters of the published version. You can find the links to both ebook and paperback in my profile bio. ***This book is a spin-off. It can be read as a standalone, but it is recommended to read Bullied (Bullied #1), Pained (Bullied #2), Damaged (Bullied #3), and Trapped (Bullied #4) before reading this book to get a better understanding of the story and characters. ------- Three years ago, I became a shell of the girl I'd once been, left to pick up the pieces of my soul. I'd decided I wasn't going to let anyone walk all over me or bring me down, and I was surviving just fine. But then I met him. Masen Brown. I call him Barbie, though. Or Pudding Face. Or Walking STD. The list of insults goes on and on, I hate him that much. He's rotten to the core, a bully, a womanizer, and the cockiest guy I've ever met. I'm going to teach him his place. One way or another. He doesn't give in without a fight. He strikes back each time, though I'm not one to give up or be intimidated. He's going to see he's finally met his match in me. So, either he'll learn his lesson, or I'm going to make him learn it.

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.