"She was the girl who longed for the freedom of the dragon, and he was the dragon who longed to be a man." A heroine reclaiming her fate. A dragon with a secret. A prince on a quest. Olivia flees to the forest seeking freedom from her family's demands. She finds refuge in a cave, only to discover it is a dragon's lair. The dragon, Kaden, is not the monster she first thinks him to be. After overcoming her initial fright - of not being eaten - Olivia discovers that the dragon has a gentle heart. Kaden is resigned to loneliness after centuries of wandering the lands. Meeting Olivia brings joy to his solitary life, and never has he dreamed that a young woman would be the one to start the change in him. A storm brews on the horizon. A prince with a handsome face and a cruel heart is on a quest to slay the dragon, and take the throne. He will do whatever it takes to have what he believes is his to own. And now, he has his eyes set on the pretty little maiden from the forest. He will make her his Queen, whether she wants it or not. © by Maya_2011/Maya Starling

❌WARNING: MATURE CONTENT❌ 27 year old Archer Stark is an assassin, he works for no one besides himself, and one night he's sent to kill a girl. 24 year old Violet Moon is a Socialite, she's a trophy wife rich girl, and she had no idea she was on someone's list. So when Archer kidnaps her and brings her back to his remote mansion to finish the job. He realizes he doesn't want to kill her. He wants her to be his submissive. He was paid to kill her, and he didn't. The two are total opposite and he's risking a lot, but something inside of him lusts to touch her, and she can't get enough.

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They are born of myth, legend, and lore. Beautiful women beneath the waves, tempting sailors with playful smiles and beckoning gazed as the break the surface. It is nearly every young sailors dream to encounter a mermaid, to see the beauties of the sea. Maybe, just maybe, to catch one too. That is...until their wish comes true. They find themselves face to face with the strange enchanting girl smiling just above the surface with skin like moonlight and lips like rose petals. Just one touch, is all it takes to seal a sailors fate. Beneath the waves is not ethereal beauty. But claws, and fangs, and blades of stone. Revealed in the sea is a mermaids true face and a sailors deadly fate. And Zariel is the deadliest of them all. Daughter of Poseidon and a deep sea mermaid she is dark, powerful, and beautiful by both mermaid standards and especially that of the humans. There is nothing she enjoys more than a hunt, collecting different skulls of different types of humans. Navy men, merchants, fishermen, pirates, and travelers alike. She has them all. Her collection is as admirable as her ferociousness. Only one type of mortal is missing. One skull she has yet to collect. A royal. Royal bones for a royal mermaid. Zariel, princess of the sea, doesn't want just any royal. No. She wants a prince. One who matches her in both ferocity and blood thirst. Zariel was going to get the skull of Rowan Delacroix if it was the last thing she did. Formerly first inline to the throne. A prince turned pirate. A hunter of mermaids. His ship was one she would take pride in wreaking.

Mature for adult content!! The world we live in is a beautiful, mysterious place. My home, my country, has been my world my entire life, living as the cursed princess of Iris is all I have ever know. Just as the only eyes I have known in the mirror were my own. And my hair was always white as snow. Iris has always been my home, its people my family. The kind smiles of villagers and the curious looks of children seeing me for the first time, the contrast of myself against the rest of my family in portraits. The whisper of the trees and the laughter of the flowers has always been what I lived by. "why are you so sad?" I rested my forehead on the cracked bark of the Soul Tree. My second home from the palace. The tallest tree in all the king's forest. Today it was deeply saddened, rumbling with a sort of bitter energy that leaks coldly into my bones. I wondered what it knew that I did not as I sat perched in its branches, it is not often that it's strong mass wavers. When it does it can only mean change is to come, nothing small. Something altering the kingdom itself. I sighed, my fingers brushing over its leathery leaves, it wouldn't be long until someone else noticed its unease, it will sicken the forest. By then it will be too late. ~~ Flora Duval, the cursed princess of Iris was always a quiet girl, working through her duties as princess and caring for the life in her country. Seeing beauty in the things most could not. Never has she expected an offer for marriage, not with her hair and her eyes the same pink of the Fenni flower. But then, she receives one. Less of a question for her hand and more of a demand, a demand caging her like a white rabbit in a deadly hunters trap. Trapped by the king of Taragon for her unusual features and the rumors of her life, Flora is stranded in a country she has never known, captured in cold castle walls without an ally in sight.

Celine Deon Scriver. She's got a type A personality with a hint of narcissism and the mouth to back it up. Don't let the pretty face fool you.

: 𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎 : - mature content ( 18+ ) ¡contains smut! She prefers stabile relationships. He hooks up with different girls every night. She loves the sun. He loves the moon. She's an introvert. He's friends with almost all of the high school. They have nothing in common besides this small thing; she hates him,he hates her. "Let me kiss you." He says, looking at me, waiting for something. Anything. I nod. "Words, amore." "Kiss me." That's when fire meets ice, that's when every boundary set between them breaks. He takes my hands and pins them to the wall. "I've waited so fucking long to taste those lips of yours." Then he kisses me again. "I hate you so much." I say between our kiss. He pulls back. Smirking, he adds "I love the way you hate me, darling".

The Hunt was an age-old ceremony that occurred every decade, created by the goddess Artemis, in order for all supernatural creatures to be able to find their other half, their soulmates. Finally of age, an unlikely trio of best friends find themselves paired with what could be seen as their polar opposites. For the first time since their birth, the trio is ripped apart and taken to different places as they learn to navigate the world without their best friends. A vegetarian vampire, a tiny lycan, and a protective witch. The Goddesses make no mistakes.

The pounding hail and rain hammered down on the thin roof of the small house, almost concealing the screams of the to-be mother. She was a beautiful woman, with long eyelashes framing her blue eyes and the most beautiful sandy brown hair that grew to her shoulder blades. With her legs widely spread open and her red face drenched in sweat as her expression was scrunched up in pain, her right hand held her husbands tightly, almost cutting off his blood circulation. But he didn't mind, his pain was nothing compared to hers. With one last loud scream, hers stopped, and a different type of cry filled the small house, the high pitch bringing smiles to the new parents' faces. The nurse handed the baby to the couple before standing aside. "Willow." The woman smiled at the baby as it started to calm down. "Honey, not that name again, Pheonix sounds better." The man shook his head as the woman passed him the baby to hold. The baby began to cry loudly again and the man let out a small laugh, "Looks like she's going to be a mummy's girl." Looking at her beloved husband and baby, her heart warmed as tiredness began to consume her being. The lasting image in her head, was of the two people that she loved so much. That would be the last thing she saw as she drifted off into eternal sleep. --- The naive and innocent daughter of the rebel leader, Willow Fern Soleil enters the palace in disguise as a maid. Her goal was simple, assist in helping the people. Successful, she goes back home. Bad things await her. Things that change a person. In a game of chess, the King may be the most valuable piece, but the Queen is the deadliest. And Willow will bring hell to those who wronged her because the King would do anything for his Queen. --- Please note that this book deals with rape.