The rich. The powerful. Those are the men Amy has always despised, because the only thing they've ever done is use her. So...what is she doing with HIM? Lord Patrick Day, descendant of a noble line, with enough arrogance for ten kings and the looks to go with it, is exactly the kind of man Amy hates the most. And yet, now he is the only hope she has. A sinister conspiracy. A young woman, hurt and broken. And a powerful man, who was never, ever meant to be with the likes of her. Together, can they take on the darkest depths of the London underworld?

𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨.

She nodded solemnly. "With my girl charm and my pretty dress. But now I just feel like a hot pile of creamed corn." I dragged a hand over my face. "You need water. And sleep." "I need closure." "Sunshine..." "No," she said, standing straighter and stabbing a finger into my chest. "You don't get to look like that and make me feel feelings and then just go all mysterious and noble and disappear like a sexy hitman Batman." "Sexy hitman Batman?" "I had a lot of wine." "I noticed." ●・○・●・○・● She bakes cookies. He breaks bones. Everyone in the city fears mafia boss Dominic Moretti-everyone except Tessa Bloom, the relentlessly cheerful café owner next door to his front business. She calls him "Mr. Broody," brings him muffins he never asks for, and walks into his office like it's not occupied by a man who could have someone disappeared with a phone call. Dominic doesn't have time for distractions-especially not sweet, sunshine-eyed distractions with flour on their noses. But when Tessa finds herself tangled in the underworld he's spent a lifetime controlling, protecting her becomes more than a duty. It becomes personal. And suddenly, the most dangerous man in the city starts falling for the only woman who isn't afraid of him. ●・○・●・○・● Word count: 23,178 Top Rankings: 10.14.25 - #6 in Mafia

A billionaire CEO. A receptionist-now unintentional nanny. Neither was ready for their triplet surprise. See that devastating man in the corner office? The one with the piercing green eyes and don't-even-think-about-it attitude? Yeah, baby, that's Cole Wagner, domineering movie mogul extraordinaire-and my new boss. When his son's nanny quits without warning, guess who he commands to step in. Yep. Me. Annie Fox. His naïve and inexperienced young receptionist who knows nothing about kids-or life. Talk about being thrown in the deep end. Little Robbie? Adorable. His father? A walking torment in a thousand-dollar suit, still grieving for the wife who died in childbirth and keeping everyone at arm's length-even his own son. Then... that night... that first night... when he took my v-card... his hands and lips were everywhere. It was raw, it was electric, and I realized I had fallen in love with this enigmatic man. Now I have not one, not two, but three little humans growing inside me. So, Cole? Time for your biggest production yet: One nanny, three babies, and a love story you never saw coming.

(18+) *Complete/Unedited* Nova Bara is a twenty-three year old mix breed. Between necromancy and vampirism, she belongs to no one but herself. At least, until someone shows up at her door asking for her help. (18+ for graphic sex, language, and violence) ***** Rankings: #1 Paranormal Romance - 03/21/2022 #1 Omega - 03/18/2022 #1 WerewolvesAndVampires - 01/05/2022 #1 Necromancer - 11/27/2021

---▪︎ A Wattpad featured story ▪︎--- Twelve years ago, an incident changed my life. I was sent to London by my father with a new identity; all alone, away from my family and home, away from everything that was me. With a new persona as Jennifer Ryson, I rose from the ashes and became a force to be reckoned, a name to be remembered, the richest businesswoman in London. Alas, past is like a haunting spirit who follows you until you face it square in the eye. Twelve years later, that's exactly what I'm forced to do. Unravel a mystery that changed my life. The only problem? The key to find out what exactly happened that night is by taking the help of my nemesis who I'd rather butcher in his sleep. Lykas freaking Vitallis. My business rival, my sister's to-be fiance and a connection to my past I do not want to acknowledge. But beggars can't be choosers afterall.

A family that once loved her. A crime she never committed. And a past that won't stay buried. For years, Serena Rossi lived in hell, locked away in a place that felt more like a prison than a school. She was punished for a crime she didn't commit-attempting to murder her twin sister, Sofia. The truth? Buried. Now, after years of silence, Serena's called home-to a family she barely recognizes. Her parents are dead, and her twin sister is alive. But everything has changed. Sofia, the one person Serena loved more than anyone, now sees her as a monster. Her brothers? They can't forgive her. Serena's heart aches as she tries to piece together the truth-about her family, about the betrayal, and about the mother who tried to kill her to hide the twisted secrets of the past. But as the past comes rushing back, someone from the shadows is ready to finish what was started. The lies, the pain, and the broken bonds threaten to tear everything apart. Will the truth ever set them free? Or is it too late to fix what's been broken?

Aenwyn, the Mistress of the High Seas, once a feared and powerful figure, possessed the rare ability to glimpse into the future. But even her visions could not prevent the treachery that led to her capture and the devastating loss of her people. Imprisoned for centuries, she was forced to watch the world move on without her, helpless against the tide of fate. Until Sollel, the Mistress of Flame, broke the chains of the Mistress of the High Seas, freeing her from her prison, Aqua Terra. Now, armed with vengeance and guided by her prophetic visions, the Mistress of the High Seas sets sail on a perilous journey. She seeks to reunite with those she lost and wreak havoc on the ones responsible for her grief. Storms will rage, tides will rise, and nothing will stop her from enacting her revenge. But with each step toward retribution, the future becomes uncertain, and the Mistress of the High Seas will soon discover that some sacrifices may never be undone. [ BOOK 3 OF AZITERA: YTHER'S QUEEN ] UPDATE DATE: TO BE ANNOUNCED CECELIB | C.C.

She was the Holy One. He took her, though. Death. Death took her in so many ways. That's how Illiana came to meet Thanatos. Through Death. The centre of his being. And he'd be damned if she was taken away from him. She was his, and he was hers. Through both blood, and soul. ♛♛♛♛ The door clicked open, a silent scream leaved my watery lips. Thanatos stood there, his gaze roaming over my half naked body. "Get the fuck out!" I squeaked. Thanatos smirked, stepping forward, his hand going up to wrap around my throat, pushing me against the mirror. My breath hitched in my throat, quick breaths escaping my mouth. His nose ran down the side of my face, across my jaw, stopping at the side of my mouth. My mouth opened. Thanatos stepped back smirking at my flustered state, walking away in a cocky gait. I slammed the door, my face flushing in embarrassment. #1 Thanatos #1 Charon #1 Bonded #2 Hades ♛♛♛♛

The oracle gripped her hair and slowly tore it open through its tangles. Her clouded eyes met Zeus's lightening blue ones. She spoke In a rattled voice, "I've foreseen a future with the coming of not a god, but a new Titan hidden from the mortal and god's eyes. Preserved since the beginning, older than time. The Titan resides unawakened In a floating island of ice, touching the surface of the ocean. A frozen cavern of turns and daggers." Her voice carried through the room, slowly meeting Zeus. Zeus sat at his throne unbothered but thinking. He raked through his mind if the prophecy was even possible. Of course it was worth considering, but he still felt doubt over such a bold statement, a bold prophecy. Zeus sighed, annoyed by the vagueness of the oracle. One of the many things that irritated Zeus was vagueness. He didn't understand why Oracles couldn't just be straight forward and speak their truth without any riddles. "Is this being awakened yet?" Asked Zeus. The oracle didn't speak, she simply stood still unmoving. Apollo swallowed hard and stepped forward, ready to answer his father. "Father, the oracle speaks in a way that implies the being hasn't woken yet." He explained, his eyes searching his father's for a sign of reassurance. "But I assume it's close to awakening." Added Zeus. Zeus took a deep sigh, unable to come up with a conclusion as to wether the oracle spoke truths or riddled words with different meanings. Zeus honestly couldn't be bothered, a large part of him rejected the idea of a new unawakened Titan still around, a Titan of his father's generation to say the least. "It sounds like an issue for Poseidon." Groaned Zeus.