Archie is an Omega who can neither shift nor communicate with his wolf. He also doesn't remember who his parents are, where he came from, or what happened to him. All he knows is that he was found as a child and brought up by a rogue who took him in. Always under a threat and never staying too long in one place, living a rogue's life, Archie and his father move around, avoiding other werewolves as much as possible. Until they turn out to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, or maybe it is a work of destiny? As a rogue, Archie is now nothing more than an object in the grasp of his captor. Tangled in the conflict that started years ago, Archie must play a dangerous game full of threats, manipulation, and seduction to save not only himself but also his father, as the secrets of their past start to surface, some of them deadly. Alpha Chris Storm of Firestorm Pack is focused on one goal: to find out the truth about the mysterious poison called the Red Venom, which started spreading around three years ago and is claiming more and more lives. Desperate to get answers as soon as possible, Chris is suddenly confronted with the demons of the past he buried years ago, or so he thought. Lust, hurt, and distrust are a dangerous mix, especially when the Goddess chooses to bless him with something Chris neither wants nor is ready for. He was taught harshly that the bond is nothing but a threat, and there is no greater pain than being wronged by a person who was supposed to love you the most. SECOND BOOK IN THE TRILOGY; COMPLETED AND STAND-ALONE STORY HEAVY TOPICS ARE MENTIONED AND DESCRIBED. None of the pictures used in this book are mine.

I was made to serve him. I was made to heed his every beck and call. I was dutiful, obedient, proud of my servitude regardless of what the others thought of me. He was powerful, and he made me powerful, too. It was honorable to be his right hand, to be able to execute his orders to perfection. I thought I had done well in this position. Had anyone asked I would have sworn I exceeded all expectations and fulfilled every request without hesitation or error. I had become an expert in anticipation, of knowing my Master better than I knew myself. So why did he give me away? How could he cast me aside so easily? Was I really so replaceable, so meaningless? He had made me for himself, hadn't he? What other purpose could I possibly have? How was I meant to serve him by serving someone else? -This story has mature themes and depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore, etc. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Servitude"

Book One in the Dog Days series. Aster feels completely trapped under his alpha Knox's control, with no real way to escape-- even when Knox's abuse repeatedly puts his life in danger. He lives in constant fear, afraid that any small mistake will set Knox off again. But meeting someone who sees past his status-- someone who shows him he's more than just a servant or an omega-- gives Aster a faint hope. But can he find the courage to break free from Knox's hold and finally take control of his life? Does he even have a choice?

When the time comes will it be Casey or Kentaro? Coming from a Selling House at twenty, sweet, submissive River has had his fair share of hardships in life and takes to life at the House like a duck to water. Fair skinned, obedient and bright-eyed, he's the sub most men look for. River finds himself in the uncomfortable position between two men he really can't decide between. Bouncing between their homes and neither alone giving him that fully satisfied feeling in his heart puts him in a very awkward position when his contract comes to its end. Highest rank: #1 in Play #77 in Switch #9 in kink Inspired by the story 'Good Boy' by @Feline_fan

When I woke up, I became the Demon King!? It's my responsibility as the Demon King to increase the monster population, and the only way to do that is to mate with as many monsters as I can... This is the beginning of my life as a monster-making Demon King.

**TOY MASTER SERIES: BOOK TWO**SEQUEL TO PUPPET//READ PUPPET FIRST PLEASE** Dakota Bailey has been forced to conform to the belief of other's since he was young; remaining in the closet because of fear, forced to praise a God he hated because his mother's extreme views ruled his life. When his family died in the bombs, he was freed from their beliefs, but at the same time watched the love of his life die, and for years he let the pain of his loss overwhelm him and govern his life. He believed himself to be nothing but a toy soldier, broken and gathering dust, waiting to be melted down for someone else's purposes, paint chipping away and pieces missing. The one constant in his life had always been the stars above, he cared about nothing else, but when those stars collide in front of his very eyes, he's reminded that loving is not a crime, and that he deserves to live as much as those around him, because broken soldier or not, he still had a right to fight. "Either way I'm still broken, my paint chipping, pieces missing, still pushing forward, still struggling, still just a toy fighting for my right to survive. What a cruel world we live in..." ((rated M, will contain explicit content, sexual themes, rape, blood, violence, polygamous relationship, & mature language)) **cover art by Ramzy Kamen on DA: https://ramzykamen.deviantart.com/**

{Book #2 of the Kohai Chronicles} Bennett is in hiding, buried in the cold wilderness outside Yelonder for his safety-but isolation is driving him mad. Separated from his clan, from the only stability he's ever known, he's left with nothing but his own thoughts and the company of Teanu, a young Kohani warrior who's more of an overgrown, well-meaning little brother than a guard. It doesn't help. He misses his nest. He misses them. But when the Dravokar uncover his hiding place, overpowering Teanu and tearing Bennett from the only creatures who have ever claimed him as their own, he realizes too late-Kohani is far more dangerous and unforgiving than he ever imagined from the safety of his little alcove in Yelonder. And worse... he's not the only human here. ••• Ren Solis never expected his deep-space mission to end in disaster. One moment, he was charting unknown territories-then came the wormhole. Now, he's crash-landed on an uncharted, frozen world with no way home and no clue if he's even in the same galaxy. Surviving the cold is one thing. Surviving the creatures that lurk in the snow is another. But when Ren comes face to face with a fierce, enigmatic warrior of the Dravokar, he realizes his fight isn't just for survival-it's for a place in a world that was never meant for him. Stranded, alone, and at the mercy of a species that doesn't trust outsiders, Ren must prove his worth before the wilds of Kóhana swallow him whole. Because these ruthless dragon like creatures are hungry... and if he isn't careful, he won't just be a castaway. He'll be prey.

Miguel can consider himself lucky among the unluckiest. Abandoned by his family, betrayed by his Alpha, rejected by his true mate, and banished from his pack, Miguel should have died years ago. Nobody has survived so much, yet Miguel and his wolf managed to outlast, spending ten years as a rogue until the Firestorm Pack gave them a chance for a new life. Although still bitter and haunted by his past, Miguel moved on, achieved the Beta position, and devoted himself to serving his new home and Alpha. He lives for his job and is used to his loneliness, and as a former rogue marked by years of brutality and bloodshed, expects to stay mateless for the rest of his life. Until, because of the treaty, he is forced to take a mate; after all, arranged matings for higher-ups of the pack are nothing extraordinary, but Miguel is reluctant. He doesn't feel ready to commit and build a life with a stranger. Feeling trapped but in no position to say "no," something changes the moment he sets his eyes on his future mate, and something starts returning to life inside his broken heart. Owen was born into a noble family, raised cared for, and protected, but as every omega, he has been subjected to the constraints of Werewolf Laws. Omegas do as they are told; they don't ask questions; they don't make any choices; they obey and submit. And Owen was taught that lesson hard and now seems resigned to his fate. At best, he hopes he won't be treated harshly and maybe even respected by the man who was decided for him. Forced to accept each other, both mates try to make the best of their circumstances and navigate their daily life, shadowed by the painful past and a new threat lurking beneath the surface, still unnoticed but destined to shake the foundation of the werewolves' world. FIRST BOOK IN THE TRILOGY; COMPLETED AND STAND-ALONE STORY HEAVY TOPICS ARE MENTIONED AND DESCRIBED. None of the pictures used in this book are mine.

His orders were simple: interrogate the Demon prince and then kill him. He can't afford to pity the Demon--much less fall for him. *** Fourteen years ago, the Demons conquered the world, decimating the Guardian order and enslaving humanity. Now, the last Guardians live underground, quietly rebuilding and waiting for a chance to strike back. Remgar, a noble Guardian hardened by loss, is honored with a mission of vengeance: interrogate the High Demon Prince and break him. It seems like a dream come true-until he meets the prisoner. Isalio, the younger brother of the Demon High Prince, is sarcastic, disarmingly sweet, and far too human. As forbidden feelings percolate between interrogator and captive, Remgar is forced to confront a truth more terrifying than any Demon: he doesn't want to break Isalio. He wants to save him. Torn between the oath he swore and the heart he never meant to offer, Remgar must decide what kind of Guardian he truly is. Because in a world where evil reigns and love is a death sentence, choosing wrong could doom them both. WARNING: This story contains content that may not be suitable for some readers.

Atlas is undefeated. He entered the arena at thirteen and drowned in blood, victorious. He is a prince by blood, but who isn't in the Colosseum? The K'reche Tribes took over half of the great continent of Atora, and made use of the twelve royal bloodlines to breed powerful, Ether rich gladiators, batteries, and soldiers. Known to be cold and cruel, Atlas knew no warmth, held nothing dear, and lived a monotonous life within the sandstone walls of the Colosseum, under the unchanging desert sun. He was content, or so he thought until a new batch of gladiators were presented to him, and among them was an impossibly powerful individual. Yet impossibly gentle. Atlas's master tasked him with training this individual, to make him into a useful tool. But how could Atlas ever train a gentle doctor into a ruthless gladiator? His regime certainly didn't include harboring a dangerous, foolish attraction! (Note: Please do not read this story if you are sensitive towards topics around death, sexual abuse and rape. Sexual abuse is not described in detail, and not condoned.)