"Hmm, getting turned on during your class?" His left hand cups the side of my breat, "Bad girl." I slap his hand away, face burning. "Fucking stop it, asshole." But Daelan just chuckles darkly, his hand sliding back, fingers tracing over my thigh. "You say stop, but your body's screaming yes, baby." "Stop calling me that," I hiss, squirming, but he tightens his grip on my thigh. "You're such a brat," he murmurs, voice rough near my ear. "I should put you in your place, right here, make you come apart under the desk, let everyone wonder why you're shaking." "Fuck you," I snap, but my voice comes out breathy, shaky. He grins, cocky as hell, fingers slipping higher, sliding under my skirt. My heart slams against my ribs. "Daelan-" "Shh," he murmurs, palm pressed right over my panties. "So wet, baby." I jolt, eyes wide, looking around frantically. Everyone's paying attention to Coach Karen ranting at the front. No one's looking back here. "Stop," I whisper harshly, but my thighs tremble as he rubs slow circles on my clit. "Tell me to stop again, baby, I dare you," he whispers. "You're soaking." "F-fuck off," I gasp, but it's weak, so fucking weak. He slips a finger past the edge of my panties, dragging it through the wetness, groaning softly in my ear. "God, you're dripping for me." My head drops back slightly, hips jerking against his hand. "D-Daelan..." He pushes a finger in, slow but firm, right there under the desk. I bite my lip hard, trying not to moan, my hands gripping the seat. "Fuck, you're tight," he breathes, finger curling just right, sending sparks shooting up my spine. My pussy clenches, body arching helplessly. "You're such a dirty little girl," he murmurs, pressing closer, his breath hot against my neck. "So needy, so desperate."

COMPLETED 4/4/2021 "The people who often times do terrible things, are the same ones who have had terrible things done to them." After Lord Voldemort murdered Harry Potter in the Battle of Hogwarts, the world became plagued with a darkness unlike anything it had seen before. Muggles were slaughtered in the streets, the Dark wizard's opponents were executed for show, and all those who had fought with the Order were forced into hiding. Avalon had lost it all-- her friends, her peers, her loved ones. Everything. So, when she was thrown back in time to 1943, she knew that it was up to her to change the course of time and rewrite a new history-- one in which she had to find the Horcruxes and murder Tom Riddle before he could ever become Voldemort. Tom Riddle. Avalon Hendrix. Either she was going to kill him, or he was going to kill everyone she loved. They were nothing more than two products of extreme circumstance that chose two very different paths, yet had time for their roads to converge. --Due to the amount of spoilers in the comments, I will be muting all accounts who comment with the #RR hashtag. Please do not do this.-- •WARNING• This book contains themes and scenes that are intended for a mature audience.

Yautja x Human OC Her will is unbroken. Her defiance is absolute. When a human captive stands against a powerful Yautja warlord, a primal conflict begins, forcing her to find a new path to survival in a world where she is nothing but a prize. Artwork of Dral'Zhakur was done by the amazing WicesheZZ! ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING!!! ⚠️ PLEASE READ! This story contains scenes and references to SA, r*pe, violence, and character deaths! I will not be marking individual chapters, so please assume the entire work may include these themes. If these subject matters are distressing or uncomfortable for you, I STRONGLY advise against reading. This book is not for you! ‼️Thorned Affection Universe‼️ You do not have to read them in order. However, if you would like to, here is the exact order of events: Hunted Heart ➡️ Thorned Affection ➡️ Ashala ➡️ The Hybrid Prince (Short Story) Thank you for your support and taking the time to read. 🤗❤️

"Human beings are vile, nasty creatures. Blood thirsty. Evil by their very nature. That is was we were told. By them. Humans relished for millennia in systematically destroying one another. Our innate yearning for violence lead to not only the destruction of ourselves, but of our planet. Our home. Our planet was dead, our species nearly extinct, so we left. Those who survived dreamed of finding a new planet, a safe haven where we could start over. But our technology was failing and we never made it to our destination. We were adrift in space. Destined to die in the emptiness of the universe. It was luck that the Morrí heard the signal broadcasting. It was altruism that they came to our aid. It was their generosity that provided a home and a life for the remaining humans. They were our saviors. Without the Morrí, the last of humankind would have perished along with a broken vessel. That, at least, was the version of history we were taught. Humans had to earn their place among the Morrí. Humans must prove themselves. Humans are not to be trusted due to our volatile nature. Humans owed their very existence to their Morrí superiors." Keep your head down and survive. Don't attract the attention of our Saviors. Lena has spent her life following the rules set forth by her father to avoid any conflict with the alien race who saved humanity. It's worked for the most part, until a chance encounter leads to her becoming entangled in a dangerous game of politics and war between Morrí leaders. All of her perceptions of the race she's served her whole life are challenged as she's forced to put her trust in one who she's always considered an enemy.

Embry's Story Embry Call imprints on the one woman he can't have... Jacob Black's happily married sister, Rebecca Black-Cleary. What happens to a wolf when his imprint is forbidden to him? •••• Nothing belongs to me. Not my book. All rights on it belong to IAMKATE Book originally published in the FanFictionNet [FFN] •••• Original characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. Banner was made by IAMKATE Book Cover made by me. Original version of the story link in my board.

Here is a collection of my Yautja One offs! It ranges from fluffy fun to full on smut so heres your full disclosure

When they first arrived we were the cattle, we were their prey, we were hunted for game and used to be hosts for their Xenomorph's. Now our governments, monarchies, and communists countries have all come to an agreement with them that they may be able to pick our women as their mates in exchange for advanced weaponry. . . . Nicole Flora Tsosie is an Alaskan Native on her father's side her mother is Mexican and after loosing them in a terrible accident she soon looses her Aunt Olivia and Uncle Robert to a fire all while loosing her older cousin Alexis to being the mate of one of those monstrosities. Now Nicole must fend for herself and her younger cousin Victoria as they both live in the wilderness of Alaska, but what will happen to Nicole when she finds herself being perused by none other than the thing she loaths most... Note I do not own Predators or the aliens just my Oc's. Thanks and enjoy the story!!! XD

Please...don't hurt me! I just want to go home!" I yelled at the large humaniod creature that was standing by the fire pit. My side hurt, I was bleeding out, everything was starting to go blurry from the blood loss and I saw the creature cock it's head, a soft clicking noise came from behind the emotionless mask. "You can't leave" the voice was rough and deep...fear shot through me. My eyes got big and I stared at him with despair and fear, those were the words that I did not want to hear, least of all from him. "W-why?" It was quiet as we stared at each other, at last he spoke...but it wasn't what I was expecting. "Because...you're mine"

For all ancient people, the world was filled with mystery. Much of what they experienced in the world around them was unknowable and frightening. The ancient Egyptian gods and goddesses represented aspects of the Egyptians' natural and "supernatural" surroundings and helped them understand its many aspects.

"So its just us now..." Damian rested his head atop of her small knees and softly wheezed a small purr. Lia tried her best to keep the tears from her eyes as she traced the cracks on Damian's skull. Despite how turmoiled she was it was soothing to feel the bumpy texture against her fingers. The texture was rough and pricking her fingers gently. But it brought her comfort. It reminded her that Vex was not gone. But taken. With shaky hands she tried to stop the rush of tears. She could not calm herself or her shaky breaths as her heart pulse with fear at the realization. She would not just need the courage to go look for him. But the courage to face the one who has taken Vex. ................ I highly recommend you read the first book 'Her Wendigo'. :)