[18+; Use an age indicator in YOUR BIO to confirm you're 18+ if you want to follow/comment or you'll be blocked for safety purposes] Leila is a detective in a harsh city and is good at what she does. However, a new case she's assigned to has many weird things about it that she just might be more familiar with than she lets on. With gangs trying to move in, it's hard to get work done, and this new killer not affiliated with any of the gangs isn't making her job any less difficult. Date Published: Feb 10, 2019 ✨~Ranks~✨ #9 Exophilia- 5/11/2023 #12 Predator- 4/10/2023 #36 OCxOC- 4/9/2023 #57 Yautja- 11/21/2021 #93 Alien- 11/22/2021

The Feral Predator, a hunter of unparalleled ferocity, descends upon the Great Plains, seeking worthy prey. When he witnesses Y/n, a French woman disguised as a boy, defy her treacherous companions with a selfless act, he sees something unexpected: honor. Instead of a swift kill, he takes her, intrigued by her resilience and hidden strength. In a world of brutal survival, can a connection bloom between a savage hunter and a woman fighting for her freedom? Expect gore, tension, and a forbidden love story that defies all odds. (The writing is long because I wanted to make it accurate!! Please stick around until the end for fun fun :)

The sky didn't scream when it spat me out; it just went silent. Falling is easy. It's the abrupt transition from "soaring through the void" to "becoming a human lawn dart" that really ruins your afternoon. My parachute-a pathetic, tangled ghost of white silk-was the only thing that kept me from turning into a red smear on the surface of this godforsaken rock. I woke up at the bottom of a hole that smelled like wet copper and ancient dust. My pulse was a rhythmic thumping in my ears, annoying and persistent. I reached for my holster: empty. I checked my boot knife: gone. Just me, a few fresh bruises, and the crushing realization that I was unarmed in a place that clearly didn't have a welcome wagon. Then, the shadows at the edge of the pit shifted. It wasn't the wind. It was breathing. Wet, heavy, and rhythmic-perfectly in sync with my own heartbeat. I wasn't alone in the dark anymore, and something told me my new "guest" hadn't come here to help me climb out. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Single-chapter story. It will be short, fast, and reckless. A human woman crash-lands on an alien planet with a parachute. She wakes up completely unarmed in a pit... but soon finds herself with company. This story won't be for everyone. I'll try to make it a bit more intense, sharp-edged, truly short- and why not, fun too. I hope so. 😶‍🌫️...

😈🙈💋Mature/18+/Graphic💋🙈😈 My legs trembled uncontrollably as the sheer power of him overwhelmed me. Gods... this orc... His deep, guttural growl vibrated against my lips as he shrugged off his armor with ease, the sound of metal hitting the floor echoing in the room. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly. My legs instinctively wrapped around his powerful frame, and I felt the hardness of his massive c**k pressing insistently against my soaked center.

This man wants to breed, and I'm gonna let him.

Gray is a 15-year-old boy who has been chosen last his whole life, neglected by his biological mom, social workers, and the juvenile detention system. What happens when life begins to turn around when a new family takes a chance on him after his time in Juvie? Will Gray be accepted? Will Gray impact their lives in the same way they might move his? Read to find out. #1 foster family - 10/14 #1 epilepsy - 10/20 #2 adoption- 10/29

Silence and Honey I talked enough for both of us. He listened like he might never let go. Runerth Castellion was the boy with the sharpest eyes and the quietest heart. He didn't talk much-didn't smile much either. But he always showed up. For me. I had known him since we were twelve. Since I decided I was going to be his friend, whether he wanted one or not. I was the chatterbox play school teacher who sings songs about dinosaurs and glue sticks. He was the grumpy heir to a mafia empire no one talks about out loud and a CEO of a heritage company. We were never meant to fit but we did and we did not at the same time. All that until the fate tested us. Tested me. In a world where healing feels impossible, our bond became a refuge, a promise that no matter how dark the night, dawn was waiting. This is a story about the strength found in vulnerability, the power of a patient heart, and the beautiful, messy journey toward a love that saves. Credit to the original owner of picture used in cover. I do not own it. 7 in comfortcharacter on 20th August, 2025.

Knox has spent years perfecting the art of not giving a damn. He has spent his whole life keeping people at arm's length, working late shifts, smoking through the exhaustion, and surviving each day with the numb detachment of someone who learned too young that caring only leads to pain. The art club he joins for extra credit is supposed to be just another chore. Instead, he founds a new obsession and four artist that, turns out, aren't as bad as he thought. Knox doesn't want redemption. He doesn't believe in healing arcs or clean endings. But as the weight of his past presses closer, and the present demands choices he can no longer postpone, he's forced to confront a question he has never allowed himself to ask: What happens when running is no longer enough?

Rumours are that rabbit beastmen like me are sex fiends. Especially females. Lecherous temptress seducing left and right for their overwhelming desires. I wished the rumours were true. But my three closest friends kept putting obstacles in my plans to get laid. That was until I finally went into heat for the first time, and they offered to lend me a hand or six. All this time I thought they saw me as a sister, but I was wrong, and now I am doted on in ways I could only fantasize before.

I had the worst week of my life due to getting kidnapped by a couple at a bar owned by supernatural creatures like me. After getting myself out of that bad situation, I got stuck in a snowstorm at the wheel of a stolen car. I was rescued from the cold by a lone wolf. A rough, reclusive, man-eater at the wheel of a truck I suspected of being stolen as well. He triggered my bunny's heat, rendering me an emotional mess. He bore with me, nonetheless, deciding to care for me through it.