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Name: Niall Horan Age: 18 condition: Very fit slave, strong, good muscles, good looks, virgin This is what the buyers get to see on the market. This is Niall's description. He knows that he's one of the most expensive slaves on this auction, because of his good looks and young age. And also because he still is a virgin. Niall get's sold, but his owner is anything like his last. This one is sweet and caring. He doesn't punish Niall when he does something wrong. But there is something slightly familiar about him. Can Niall discover the secrets that are hiding in the mansion? Can he fall in love with the man who owns him?

Taking place at the Bates Motel, Violet Bates and her family recently buy a motel just on the coast of Oregon. Word gets out around White Pine Bay that the motel is now vacant. Things are going well for the Bates, business and all, but when Violet starts fraternizing with a mysterious man that lurks around the motel, things start to get bizarre.

"He smiles his cigarette stained smile all covered in sin & you wonder why you always fall for the bad ones." When Malia moves back to Seattle, she gets caught up in things she shouldn't. She's leading a double life. Its life and death. Love and hate. Secrets and lies. Her life has never been in so much danger and it's all because of that kid, Justin Bieber. (please do remember, everything is fictional, including most relationships and people.)

Anastasia Beaumont grew up in a high class society in New York City. Everything she has, she owes to her father's empire. Her life is set for her and all she has to do is play. She's surrounded by people that boss her around. She's tired of playing. When she meets Harry, will she finally end this game once and for all or will she be caught in the crossfire?

A mysterious tunnel stands in Carter's town. Ever since a little girl, she was told to always stay away from the tunnel. Danger lurks inside of it, and that scared Carter. No one was ever able to see the very end of the tunnel; even daylight couldn't shine through it. Now, 19 years old with such curiosity, Carters friends drag her back to her childhood memory, pushing her into peer pressure and forcing her to see what's really in that tunnel. But, little did Carter know, in the tunnel, there lies a deranged and messed up boy waiting for the next one. » Many fictional and creepy sounding creatures. Do not read in the dark and or if you do not favor horror. * REWRITTEN VERSION UPLOADED NOW *

All Ariana every wanted was to find her mate and live happily ever after. Ever since she was a little pup she dreamt of finding him, but when the day finally comes, Darcy rejects her. Ariana is heart broken. In a weak attempt to cheer her up, her two best friends, Camilla and Brooke, take her to an upcoming dance which sparks some pent up lust and anger between Darcy and Ariana. (The first few chapters arent that good, but I promise once you read on it gets better. Enjoy! c: )

[ based on a true story, different characters. ] This year at John F. Kennedy highschool there's a new teacher in, by the name of Ms.Pullins. Immediately she grows a liking for one her students which spurs into something much more serious.

"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.