The big man was asking her a question, asking her if it was all right to keep removing her clothes so he could make sure the bad man hadn't hurt her, but Christine didn't know what he was talking about. What bad man? She didn't remember it. She wanted him to stay with her. She supposed he would leave if she didn't say yes, so she mumbled her consent, and she felt his big fingers slipping under the band of her bra while he gazed into her eyes and began lifting it over her head. His fingers felt so good against her skin. Once he took her bra off, she saw his gaze dip to her not-quite-B-cup breasts. As if his gaze were a touch, she felt her small brown nipples tightening. _____________________ The tale of how Christine becomes Cricket. The tale of how a lost Little is found by her two adoring daddies. The tale of how an abused girl is first found, and then brought home, and the adventures she encounters. note: this ddlg romance will feature graphic sexual encounters, including non-consensual ones (mostly all consensual but there is at least 1 noncon scene w/ a villain)... if you don't like, you shouldn't read, tra la la. This is a work of fiction. Please do not read if you cannot distinguish between fiction and reality. happy ending & lots of sweet fluff'n'cuddling guaranteed first published july 25, 2021 _____ Don't copy this work. Plagiarizers will be caught. This is a completely original work: all characters are imaginary & are not based on any people, living or dead. ______ Book 1 of Cricket's Story Book 2 will pick up after the end of The Rescue! ______ Although this book was long ago completed, I have unpublished most chapters b/c wattpad removed one of my other stories without warning or explanation, so I am concerned that it may do so for my other stories. While I attempt to find out what went wrong, I am sorry to leave up only a short snippet of this book. Please bear with me and understand me. Thank you.

(Previously known as Little Red Riding Hood) "I wish I could say I was doing good in the world. Ridding it of its waste and evil. But really, I'm no better than those I kill. I liked killing. I liked holding life in my hands. I liked proving I was no longer the weak little girl who wasn't able to save her mother. It's addicting. See the truth is, I spent most of my life terrified. Terrified that he'll come back. Terrified not of tomorrow, but that the past may repeat itself tomorrow. And to know I hold so much power is the most addicting feeling ever. Perhaps Fenris was right in that I had been shutting down. Or perhaps I was finally realizing I was no longer a powerless child. Either way, I shall blame the male for my death. He had distracted me. His bare chest and playful grin had been on my mind when I crept into the house. It had me overlooking the corners and shadows. He got me killed." It is hard to have a heart when you have taken so many others. I was raised to be a killer and I enjoyed it. However, these males stand to destroy everything I thought I was. I can't tell if they're my punishment or gift. After all, I still am a poor little girl waiting for her happy ending. ~~~ Warning: this story will contain mature content. Violence, language, adult situations, abuse, and other disturbing content are in this story. Viewer discretion is advised. This is a Reverse Harem Romance.

How does one little tator tot cause such a massive upheaval? My life was pretty basic. Well, as basic as it could be for a 19-year-old that lives at home with her very rich and successful mother. Then one church luncheon filled with the stench of Icy Hot and disappointment started a series of events I was not prepared for. The basic life I lived was not so basic anymore. From my mother's strange behavior to the sudden arrival of not one, but four men that just wouldn't leave me alone. Not that I really wanted them to, but still. It's the principle of it, damn it! Or that's what I'm trying to tell myself. TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ Contains violence and intended SA

I'm your typical twenty-two year old girl. I work your typical job, making a killing off of literally killing people. I live the average life, my PTSD and mild OCD completely controlling me. I grew up with a loving family, my father running a black market child ring and my mother six feet underground. And I have a great support system, living alone and the only person I talk to being a ghost. So yeah. Nothing weird here. Completely Normal. And then some random guys come in and completely mess up my normal life. How rude of them? Good thing they're all hot. ~~~~~~ Warning: This story contains descriptions of violence, trauma and abuse. May be triggering to some. There's also lots of cursing and dark humor. Oh and maybe a few steamy scenes. Read at your own risk. This is a reverse harem romance.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

#1 in New guy Audrey has finally made it through her first semester at Lachlan University. Now it's Christmas break, and while other students are heading back to the States to be with their families, Audrey is forced to stay behind with the vampires of Lachlan Island. Not that she had a family to go back to on the mainland. No, the vampires were her family now, the family she always wanted. Until a blast from the past comes to reopen old wounds. Now she's questioning everything: the vampires' true intentions, her mother's shady past, her feelings for Gabriel and the other guys. And then there's the Army of the Damned. They're supposed to be the bad guys, the bogeyman--and most among their ranks certainly live up to that reputation. But there's one with a heart too big to hide, no matter how tough he acts...one who begins asking questions of his own when he sets eyes on Audrey again. Can they save each other from the AOD's painful grasp? Or do the organization's blood ties run too deep to escape? COVER DESIGN by: @laylagriffin_

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Alpha Basilius had never lost prey before. At least not until he met a peculiar lone wolf in the desert. She was small and strange, no doubt she was once an omega, yet she managed to escape the monstrous alpha. He couldn't get her off his mind. He had to have the little desert gem and wouldn't stop for anything to catch her. The small wolf proved she was feisty, feral even. It would no doubt take much effort to tame such a creature. If he even could manage such a thing.

Now, I've been hungover before. I've experienced the entire earthly spectrum of emotion that comes with the joys of drinking until you can't stand. I've seen, felt, smelt and heard things that upon reflection a sober human being wouldn't necessarily do. There was very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions whilst recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something vile. And I can honestly say that was a first for me. His eyes turned black like ink, his teeth extending to sharp points as dark veins began forming up his neck, crawling to join in a tangled web of visible webbing beneath his skin. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had now become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" --- Danielle Perkins knows more than most about how truly unfair the world can be. After years of training and serving in the military, she is ultimately discharged from duty and settles down for civilian life in the bustling city of New York. A far cry from her terror filled past, it takes some time but she finally begins to get her life back together. That is until she's faced with a world that at no point was she ever trained for, and faced with a man that she was in no way ready for.