He was gigantic. The 7'0 monster of a man towered over her, even though he was sitting. Bright cyan eyes gazed down at her unreadably. He gestured with his large fingers for her to come closer. She'd anxiously waddle up to him. His bare chest was on full display. Long, complex tattoos covered his right peck and entire arm. A language she didn't understand was written all along it. She was squeezing her thighs together and studying his manly appearance like a whimpering dog in heat. She could only squeal when he settled his hands on her hips and hauled her onto his lap. ------------------------ Suffering from severe amnesia, a woman wakes up cold and alone in a forest. She doesn't know where she is, how she got here, or who she even is. She's fortunate that a nearby community finds her and takes her in, where she meets a silent and... clingy... brute.

❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

The pits taught me to trust no one. House Ravilon taught me I might be wrong about that. Finley's still fighting what's between us. Lysander's chaos is growing on me. Reyker sees through every lie. And somewhere between temple trials and gods who speak in riddles, I stopped pretending I could walk away from any of them. The deal was clear enough: collect the artifacts, earn my freedom. But gods don't hand out weapons without a reason. And House Ravilon didn't buy a pit fighter just to win tournaments. When we get back to the villa, Silas and Axlan are waiting. So is something else. Twenty years of survival might not be enough for whatever comes next. **Updates every Monday and Friday starting March 13th at 12pm EST**

He burned for control. She was born of chaos. Together, they'll shatter the laws that broke them-and forge a love fierce enough to change everything. - In a kingdom where magic is law and the powerless are sold like cattle, survival is a coin few can afford. Every season, the poorest are swept from the streets and auctioned off as Familiars - living mana batteries to feed the ambitions of greedy sorcerers. Forgotten. Disposable. Erissa expected pain when she was claimed by Lord Kaelen Carmentis - the coldest sorcerer in the court, and heir to one of the oldest bloodlines in the realm. She didn't expect the bond to awaken something inside her. And she certainly didn't expect that, in the silence between them, she would feel safe. But Familiars aren't meant to be felt. And whatever is growing between them... is breaking every rule. Because she was never meant to survive the system. She was meant to rewrite it - and burn the old world down in the process.

Warning ⚠️ contains mature content. Not suitable for everyone. Recommended age is 18+. Adria is a halfling but more human than humanity itself. She has always been an underdog, raised by a single father and a weak memory of a mother who abandoned them. Adria learns quickly that she needs to get stronger in order to save not only herself but the world she thought she knew.

Elorai. They burnt my lab to the ground. They killed my scientists... with their claws. The white, pristine walls they coated with blood and brain matter. Now they're glaring down at me, teeth bared. But they won't kill me. No... they'll take me instead, keep me in a cage, and bind me forever to them. Joke's on them. They're insane if they think I won't claw my way out. * Ronan. Knox. Lucas She was our target-the one we were sent to kill. And that's what we originally planned to do. But we had her beneath our teeth, and instead of pleading for her life, she fucking glared at us. Daring us. Worst part? Our alpha wills weren't working. Her scent bothered our wolves. So we changed our minds. We'll keep her... for now. And kill everyone who tries to take her from us. **** Elorai-or "Lo," like her scientist buddies called her-was just fine, living her life as a test subject for her white-coated handlers, getting cut open and sewn back together, until one day they looked at her and tagged her successful. That's when everything shattered. In an instant, her lab was destroyed and everyone she knew was killed. She tried to run, but her attackers caught her. Werewolves... or mad beasts, like her scientists called them. The plan was to kill on sight-but all three beasts looked down at her, their eyes gleaming... And something shifted in their gazes. That's when she knew she was in trouble.

A human woman is given to death. She expects pain and misery. He expects lies and deceit. They're both wrong. When the soft, touch-starved God of Death shows her his other side, she's helpless against it. It might be the salvation they're both searching for...

"I'm whatever you need me to be, I'm at your service..." Avatine had a privileged life but not one he wanted. As prince of Hell your options are pretty limited. Doesn't matter that you have powers to take you to other worlds and the power to fight angels, nope you need to stay home, marry a complacent girl and make an heir. This was his life, his destiny. Lilly did not live a privileged life, she was poor, orphaned, and taken away at a young age, she doesn't know any freedom but it's not bitter in her heart. She holds a unique gift that not even she will understand and one day it could change her life. One could be an angel, one is a devil, how could these two fit together? Join me on this journey and we'll find out together. Do Avatine and Lilly have what it takes to defy everyone and save themselves? We shall see.....

Eve never meant to fall for him. He was supposed to be untouchable. Off-limits. A line she wouldn't cross. But desire has a way of rewriting rules - especially when the man watching her knows exactly how to unravel her, and the life he offers is intoxicating in ways she never imagined. This story unravels between quiet moments of tenderness and dangerously public displays of possession. It is a slow-burn romance about temptation, secrecy, and the cost of choosing yourself when love is complicated, powerful, and anything but safe. Because some loves don't ask permission. They dare you to take the bite.

BOOK 2 The way his breath fanned my cheeks, how big his hand felt around my wrists, how easy it would be to lean up and press my lips to his. A rush of heat ran to my core. I groaned and tried squirming again. My wolf surfaced, showing him our yellow eyes. She wanted him, and she wanted him to know just how much. Just then I felt my underwear dampen. "Arlo." I whimpered. I was embarrassed, he was too old for me. That's what he kept saying, that's what I kept saying. Waiting was the only way he'd have me. And I was willing to wait, but my body wasn't. My wolf was new, she didn't have his self control. He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to mine. My breathing was erratic as his lips were just centimeters from mine. "Clean yourself up." He growled, slowly releasing my wrists and taking his warm weight off of me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After the death of Alpha Deacon Vidar, his Beta Arlo Henson, tried his best to be there for Deacon's mate Ellis and child Althea. After a few years Ellis re-mated and Arlo decided it was no longer appropriate to be so close to little Althea, seeing as the pull he felt towards her was only growing. After 13 years of staying away from the family, he is called in for a possible threat. Althea is 17 now and feeling the stress of taking over as pack leader, as well as finishing high school. On top of everything she's stuck training with her dead fathers best friend, Beta Arlo. She is filled with rage when finding out Arlos long kept secret. Will Arlo's love for Althea outweigh his respect for his dead friend? Will Althea forgive and fall into the pull she has with Arlo? Are there secrets about Alpha Vidar's death that don't add up? Their taboo love will be the least of their worries...