Warning: Mature Audiences Only!! -Strong Sexual Content -R-rated language -Adult situation This book is a ROMANCE, no matter how terrifying it may look at first. *** DESCRIPTION *** "I'll fucking slit your throat, you lying cunt. I don't have to burn you alive, I'll murder you with my own bare hands. I'll enjoy it, too. Laugh my ass off while you drown in your own blood, you're worthless and pathetic." He spat, his body shaking with uncontrollable rage. I felt my windpipes being crushed, tears welded in my eyes as I choked. I gasped for air, "well...someone d-didn't eat breakfast this morning. You're just Cuckoo for Coco P-Puffs." His massive hands tightened around my throat, shaking my body violently as his knuckles turned white with force, his beautiful face turned completely sinister with anger. Black spots darted in my vision, consuming my sight as they grew. My head started to feel light and airy as I began choking to death. His voice shook with rage, "What. Are. You." He seethed. His red eyes wide with fury. "I'm Batman." I choked, as I blacked out. *** 18 years ago, a baby girl was born, but she was born frail and weak. Her bones were delicate, and her heart could not beat on its own. The doctors told the mother that she would surely die within hours of her birth. Her mother prayed for something, anything to save her baby. The Devil answered. He saved her baby, and granted her the favor of life. With the mark of the Devil himself, branded into the smooth flesh of her skin. She had been claimed by the Devil, her fate sealed by the scar. But everyone knows... The Devil always comes to collect. ***

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Juliet Harrington, a wealthy teen, who has a throne in the Hills and the world at her feet leads a pretty hectic life. Sure she's been working with a silver spoon in her mouth since the day she was born, but that silver spoon doesn't make it any easier to juggle running a high school empire, trying not to fail all of her classes, captaining a cheerleading team, and striking the fear of God into every last one of her peers. Toss in a very random, very sudden, very intense new crush and Juliet finds herself in one hell of a head spinning whirlwind. The path she's on is a rocky one, but she will not tolerate failing to come out on top on any one of those fronts. If that means she has to scratch out a few eyes in order to get there, then that's exactly what she'll do. And she'll do it with a smile on her face and her favorite pair of Jimmy Choos on her feet.

Six college buddies. Three guys, three girls. They had made a pact together; unlimited fucking between all of them, no jealousy, no dibs, no emotions. Just fucking to each get their own. The golden rule; No falling in love. ~ ~ ~ ~ "I can't do this anymore," I said, brushing my thumb over her pink lip. "I want you all to myself. I..." "Don't say it, please..." She whispered back. "I love you." I couldn't hide it any longer. Whatever the shit this clusterfuck would bring, I knew one thing. - She would be completely worth it.

"NO!" I pull at his hand, trying to restrain it from hitting the glass. He can't break it! "Please, don't!" I cry out, only to be thrown across the room, my body colliding with the wall. My only way home, my only chance to see the world I love and know. And just like that, his fist collides with the mirror, the glass shattering to the ground as I scream. Tears begin to fall as I scream at him, watching as he approaches me like a predator, his hands bloody, his eyes turning black. I'm trapped here, forever. And he couldn't be more happy.

When a remarkably bewitching baby girl is born to a king, her beauty is compared to that of the goddess Aphrodite, and perhaps even challenges her allure as people travel far and wide to worship the exquisite princess. Seething with fury, Aphrodite demands her son, Eros, to reap revenge on the beautiful girl. But to his own dismay, he too cannot help but fall for her grace. ©

Some would call me a gold digger but I preferred the term financially savvy. I prided myself on my ability to con anyone, that all changed when I met Alexander. Alexander wasn't your normal playboy billionaire; he masked his playboy ways, he deceived everyone around him. When I first met I thought he was the kind, smart and witty person everyone said he was but I was wrong, very wrong. A week after I moved into the Hamptons, he gave a proposal I literally could not deny. Either marry him or my secret be exposed to the world. He was arrogant, selfish and cold-hearted, I was also arrogant, selfish and cold hearted, you would think this would be the perfect union, it was far, far from that. The problems started when I felt myself slowing falling in love with him, why was the cold-hearted billionaire the one who thawed my frozen heart? Would I be able to protect myself from the cold hearted Alexander Markos? *** I do not own any rights to the cover picture, I would like to give credit to the photographer and the website***