Struggling to sell a single painting and drowning in student debt, Marisol Reyes, a fiercely independent but lonely artist in modern-day Chicago, is just about ready to give up on her dreams. When a mysterious storm crashes through her studio, she's pulled-brushes and all-into a world of primal beauty, where men can transform at will to different animals, cities are carved from stone and bone, and technology is nothing more than a fantasy. In this untamed realm centered around women and powered by instinct, Marisol finds herself at the center of the beastmen tribes. With no phone, no way home, and no clue how to survive in a matriarchal society where women must take multiple male consorts to stay protected, Marisol must quickly adapt-or risk becoming prey. Thrust into the spotlight, she must navigate between aggressive females, obsessive men, and unexpected desire. Armed with nothing but her creativity, courage, and the heart she wears on her sleeve, Marisol begins to uncover her place in this wild world. Maybe she doesn't need to return home after all... maybe she was meant to paint a new life here.

"What's that?" Isla asked, already knowing it was a dirty word. "An orgasm, is something that happens when someone makes you feel really good, little dove." -- "Ahh- wait! M-Maxim...!" She felt a sting to her bottom as soon as she made a mistake, laying her head down on his shoulder as she straddled his thigh and stopped grinding her hips. "No, no, little one. You either call me 'Daddy' or 'Sir' when we are like this." Maxim said huskily in her ear, gripping her hips and forcefully grinding them. -- After witnessing a murder at the hands of Don Maxim Petrov, Isla Winter's world gets spun in a whole new direction. Her previous traumatic life gets unexpectedly brought back up as she experiences love, a new country, and a new way of living. (A BIT FAST PACED, sorry!) MATURE SCENES ⚠️ TRIGGERS IN THE BOOK ⚠️ -violence (it's a mafia book) -swearing -death -self negativity -trauma from past domestic abuse -sexuality DO NOT PUT SPOILERS IN PARTS OF THE BOOK FOR OTHER PEOPLE

Milan Cozart lived on the low-end of Chicago. A part of the city that was unbeknownst to tourists, yet never seemed to leave the front cover of the news... for murders. In this cutthroat slice she called home, there was one rule: Show no mercy. However, when you hold the life of a notorious drug lord in your hands... you may find yourself hesitating. Milan knew the rule, but she also knew who Ramses Young was as well. The man had spared the life of her brother the night her parents had died. Now, he laid bleeding out in her arms. He was meant to die. Because of her, he lived. And, because of her, bodies would drop.

Ethan is a Pastor and fire fighter Journee is a stripper and prostitute what does God have in store for these two This story is copy writen DO NOT STEAL I do not own none of the pictures or videos.

"What do you want?" Silas asked in a low voice. His blue eyes raked over my frame causing me to lose my breath momentarily. "You," I breathed, my eyes darting between the two men in front of me. "I want both of you." Aries smirked, a smug look on his face. "And who are we to stop you?" ⋙ Twenty three year old Natalia Maruo moves into a new apartment unaware that her two roommates are incubi fresh out of hell.

(Currently being re-written & grammar fixed outside of wattpad, I will be republishing very soon.) Josephine Katavana, the sweet librarian you would meet on a normal day at the library, struggling with her anxiety. She thought she knew it all and had her life planned out until she met someone, someone she never knew she would need so badly. Lucifer Luca Valentino, he was a psycopath and nothing more, he was the hot, inked, Italian, owner of a nightclub and publishing office everyone wanted so badly. But suddenly, after meeting her; she was all he cared about. Follow their journey from hate to love, if they have the strength to pull away from each other. ౨ৎ I feel like I can feel eyes on me from the back, but I didn't know where they were from, I turn around slowly to look around but my eyes land on someone else meeting theirs. By the color of the lights, I could make out the dark hair and the muscular form, his legs were spread while he had one leg bouncing up and down while the opposite hand was holding a clear tumbler glass while squinting his eyes leaning his head up to look at me with his neck veins and Adam's apple very noticeable. God that was hot, so fucking hot.

{ Book 1 of the Marino Series } "Don't ever walk alone." My mother once said. Well, about that... I might've walked alone & witnessed a brutal murder. If it isn't the consequences of my own actions... I witnessed a murder & now I've gained a stalker, a man who's dangerous & a psychopath. Well a sexy psychopath. Emilio Marino. READ!!👇🏾 !Warning! This story contains, violence, smut, A LOT OF NAMING CALLING, humor & death. If you cannot handle neither of these, do not read stink🧍🏽‍♀️. Started: 09/05/22 Finished: 03/09/23

"Put a 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 opp b*tch in the morgue, call that b*tch drop dead 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬." - KV