"So, what, you think I wanted to fall in love with you?" he asked with his gaze super glued to hers. With a thoughtful look in her eyes, Denise shrugged. Mark lets a scoff, "have you met you? You are loud, outspoken, a smart ass, a hot-head, you do before you think, you're attitude stinks, you -" "I'm all these things," she took his facts like a champ. "Yet, you've fallen in love with me." "Yeah," Mark nods, unremorseful "Yeah, I have. I love that smart mouth of yours. I love it when you're pissed; I love that you don't take shit from anyone else or even me. That attitude can be a real pain in my ass but," he shrugged, "you wouldn't be you without it." Denise was so flattered, she looked away, fighting the urge to smile and feel. Lately, his compliments gave her butterflies. Yet, at the same time, it made her feel like she was getting punched in the gut. She knew this was going to happen - it was inevitable. You spend so much time with someone you're bound to fall. The problem isn't that Mark had fallen in love with her. Or that she had feelings for him too. The issue was that Denise had never loved anyone before, let alone a guy. She had to like guys to deal with them, but love? Selfless, sincere, real love was something she wasn't even sure she possessed. What if she couldn't give to Mark what he was evidently willing to give her. It would be different if she didn't care about him. Mark was different than the other guys; he mattered to her. If there was any guy she didn't want to ruin things with, it was him.

"YOU FOOLISH GIRL, NOT EVEN YOUR STORIES CAN SAVE YOUR BEAUTIFUL THROAT." Khai killed 1000 girls before he got to her. And he would make sure she would die like the others. His beautiful hands demand blood on them. Mazeeda would make sure that she'll be the last girl Khai would ever kill. Her beautiful neck will not be touched by a blood-coated blade. She will take her friends place. If Mazeeda cannot save her own life with trained hands, she will do it with her quick mind and sly mouth. During the night, she weaves stories never told before to Khai; in the morning, she roams the palace to escape. With each tale she tells, the more she realizes these aren't just stories; but something much greater. Something that Khai is keeping from her, things he does not want to be let out. Somewhere a 1000 miles across the sand kept land, three brothers are plotting something that'll end the reign of the monster and save their sister.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ★ ★ ★ 𝐖 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐇 𝐄 𝐑 ❝ 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐀 𝐑 𝐓 𝐄 𝐃: April 28, 2018 𝐂 𝐎 𝐌 𝐏 𝐋 𝐄 𝐓 𝐄 𝐃: - Nøt edited. ©This story belongs to me, radiantbrown, meaning this story is mine and legal action will be taken if you decide to claim it as your own. I døn't own these pictures or any media used.

Viviana Wells is nothing if not a survivor. Maybe that doesn't make her so different than the Anokhian aliens, who invaded earth for one sole purpose... Survival.

This time, there was a girl. A human girl: not an angel, not a savior, and not a saint. But if she was pushed to the point of breaking, what would she do next? Would she touch an Iron King's soul? Maybe reverse a curse of a hundred years? Or would she shatter the world? Maybe she'd be just like her Iron King. Maybe she'd be worse. A goddess could only wonder. ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ Seventeen-year-old Valerie Cardith works in the palace as a human servant. There are a few rules to surviving: don't speak back to a wolf, don't look a wolf in the eye, and take your scent blockers at six sharp every morning. But when Valerie violates the last rule of the code of survival, she finds herself tied to the Iron King. She learns very early on that the wolves will break her spirit. But only she can decide what she becomes after she shatters. Will she be destroyed? Or will she grow to be the worst thing they fear?

❝ Anitchka, Anitchka, will you not invite me in? ❞ In which a girl is indebted to a wintry demon for saving her life, and the gold from her fingertips is a magic whose price she must repay tenfold. Unless she guesses his name first. | loosely based on rumplestiltskin |

Blood to blood previously titled as Resisting Dracula Sirena's family was murdered when she was nothing but a child by a man known as Dracula, she was the only one who managed to escape. Knowing she was too weak to avenge her Parents and fear consuming her, she decided to run and hide from him until she would breath her very last breath. As the years in hiding passed away and she had grown into a woman, she thought he would've already forgotten all about her. But dracula was not the only one who wanted her and she learns there is more to the world revolving around her. There is a saying; keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. Even if you don't know it yet..

In the hot and dangerous streets of Miami Damian Thorn, once a resident now turned professional MMA fighter returns after three years. Yes, Damian is coming home. After leaving everything behind he is finally coming home. So what does that mean for the residents of Miami? It means the weather isn't the hottest thing Miami has to offer. But it also means Damian might run into the long lost love he left behind and discover his illegitimate child. Yeah. 18+

Valerie Roux doesn't remember her parents. She never knew them. She's lived in Mrs. Holbrook's Home for Homeless Girls in Oregon her entire life. Until a stranger comes to tell her that she inherited a large estate on the remote island of Widow's Peak. Suddenly, Valerie is thrown into a world of strange people, unexplainable events, and a society filled with secrets. But, what if Widow's Peak wasn't just hiding a few swept under the rug secrets? What if something inhuman lurked beneath the waves, in the sky, or among the trees? The part that scares Violet the most, though, is what if she has a closer connection to it than she ever knew?

❝MONSTERS LOVE YOU, LITTLE BIRD. THEREFORE, SO DOES HE.❞ Five years of preparation and freedom is almost within her grasp, the last and fairly simple thing she had to do was not to be chosen as his wife. Well, it was simple right until skeletons came tumbling out of his closet, and the door, which refused to close, seemed hell-bent on unleashing his darkness which threatened to drown out her screams as well as her existence. [loosely based on bluebeard] © 2020 by Rarya. All Rights Reserved.