"If that demon were to see you, he would kiss your eyes and repent. Your body is sinful perfection. It's the apple begging to be bitten. You are like the tree in Eden in which no one- not even God himself- would be able to resist." ----------------------------- Saint Jones The boy who's hated Luci Black since the day she came to Kingston High. The boy who's bullied her since day one. The boy who can't help but get angry every time he looks at her. The boy with an aura of goodness radiating out of him. The boy who knows her secret. The boy who is trying to hide his. Luci Black The girl everyone can't help but stare at. The girl with the unrecognizable aura to her that makes people angry. The girl who tries very hard to be good. The girl that will never be "good enough" The girl with the secret no one must know. What will happen when the two secrets are revealed? What happens when Heaven and Hell meet?

I died yesterday. But to make no mistake. This is not a story about death. This is a story about love. Not lust. Not anger. Not forgiveness. Not desire. Just love. Stories aren't so simple this way anymore I think. This one is simple enough. Girl meets Boy. She hates boy, but she finds him intriguing. She learns more about him and suddenly his golden dark brown eyes remind her of the setting sun. Suddenly hate... is dislike... then friendship... then kindness... Suddenly it is love. In this story... Girl meets boy. But first the girl must die. Second she has to become his food. Third, the Boy must reveal his darkest secret. That he is no boy at all. But a monster the world had thought they'd killed off long, long ago. A Nosferatu. A lineage of vampires that would make any man's -magical or human-blood freeze over in fear. So really this story is dead Girl meets undead Boy and discovers she must be his food for eternity. But trust me, I promise... it's not that complicated.

She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

Nori Michaels has heard horror stories about the south from every family member possible. They were even more appalled when they were informed that Nori managed to get a very well paying job in Texas for a very influential white family. They saw it as a death sentence. Nori saw it as an opportunity. She was too ambitious for her own good. Nori thought she could handle anything thrown at her until the house owners brute of a son comes to stay for while. Oh Nori was not prepared for him...

[Book 1 in the Putrid Heart Series] Many would describe him as a mad man. Someone that needed saving. But since when does the devil ask for help? He tricked people by using strategies and their weaknesses against them. Massimo was a man to be feared. Yet even the most powerful man fall in love. Oh and he fell, miserably.

Jeannie Jones is studying to get her master's in biology and medicine.Hawthorne Gable is a troubled government agent tasked to watch her every move. Will these two neighbors open their doors and their hearts to each other?

New to the small southern town, brown-skinned Evalyn Brown answers an ad for domestic help. Enter her new employer, the disagreeable and decidedly white William Davis, who works for the town's police department. As time progresses, their relationship to each other, their small town, and the people who inhabit it changes. In the mid-1900s in a place so easily described as backwards, change can very rapidly become a dangerous friend. x He said nothing but continued to approach, and I started backing up, my hands in front of me to create space. He advanced until I had nowhere to go, and the stories of southern Negro women being lynched, beaten, raped, and on swirled in my mind. There were some battles to fight, and this was not one of them. I just wanted to appease whatever angry beast I had stirred within him and go back to my role as his quiet housekeeper. "William, I - ." Idiot! His whispered name slipped from my mouth before I could stop it. Today was the worst possible day to mistakenly call him by his first name. I closed my eyes as tears escaped out their corners. I didn't want to watch whatever was going to happen next. "Look. At. Me." His words were a constrictor that wound around my neck and tightened. His heady, hot breath fanned over my face. I opened my eyes and peered through my tear-blurred vision. His orbs were almost black as onyx, but tumultuous and frightening. He studied me and my pulse thudded deafeningly in my ears. "I want you to stop." His voice was low and threatening.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. We're just gonna take a little road trip," - Maria Robbins is a hostage for one of the nations most wanted fugitives. The only hostage to a calculated robber who has made national headlines by being able to meticulously outwit the police. Will Wellington is a man on the run with a goal in mind. Did he mean to take a hostage? no. But he sure is glad he did, especially one so captivating. 18+ #1 in crimefiction #1 in intense #1 in road #1 in action-thriller

Noelle Cartwright did everything by the book. Some call her 'stuck-up.' But, she never cared. She's a high-school senior with a lot on her plate and no room for romance. All she wants to do graduate high-school and finally start her life. That is, until Carson Holt, captain of the football team, Carson Holt flashes her a dazzling smile and begs for her help in Biology. Carson Holt is the stereotypical slutty footballer whose main concern is getting his grades up and getting off the bench. He needs help in Bio but he didn't think he'd get mixed up with a sweet, quiet girl. Who would have thought he'd actually care for her.

"The Jock." A random girl squeals in excitement as she watch jake walk down the hallway. More like the jerk. 6'1 Jake got everything that he needs in school with his popularity increasing and girls wanting to be with him. A white boy who plays with girls hearts more than he dribble the basketball to the nearest goal. Boys wants to be him and girls want to be with him. He has a bright future ahead of him with a full ride to any university he desires as he continue playing basketball. He loves girls. Girls love him. He doesn't do the chasing rather the opposite but only girl on his mind is Kendra Martin; his best friend. Kendra Martin has been with Jake through thick and thin, knows every aspect of him and who we call it "she's like a sister to me" outlook, Jake thought. Sooner or later he's going to realize whether or not Kendra Martin is better off his best friend or the love of his life. Now for Kendra. Kendra Martin is the typical Haitian American girl who plays no game when it comes things. She is quiet the opposite of Jake. With boys daring not to hit on her because of Jake,although often try to with her. The only boy that's can get to Kendra was Jake Johnson. Jake Johnson as a best friend, girls always tries to come to Kendra for a little "boost" to jakes soft side like he has for Kendra but never succeed. Will these two come to there senses and be together or will they continue to be best friend as they fall out of each other arms? **ALL RIGHT RESERVED TO DEDLIEBOOK**