"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "I will savour every part of your body; every nook and every cranny. I will make you feel like my last meal. And I will do it with your husband in the next room." Sofia's breathing became ragged. She held the stupid cookbook to her chest like a lifesaver, but she couldn't stop her heart bashing against it. And Vaughn? His hand had somehow slipped up the hem of her dress... (Cover by @ilovepizaaaa)

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

Emma, from an outward glance, always seems to have it all. She's gorgeous with a rocking body, confident and incredibly likable. She can be a bad-ass hardcore chick when she wants to, or a soft, passionate friend other times. She's envied by most because she's the ultimate female player. No one would dare call Emma a slut. But all that glitters is - unfortunately - not gold. If you take down the thick walls she's built around herself to block out any kind of emotions that could develop, you can see that beneath it all - she's just a vulnerable, scared girl. Apart from her closest friend, who has to deal with something similar and just as painful, nobody knows how fucked up her life actually is. Being a teenager is hard enough as it is, but even harder when you have to take care of your little sister, provide money for your parents drug and alcohol addiction and make sure that nobody ever finds out about your personal life. But what happens when an unexpected and incredibly sexy, bad-ass player comes into the scene? With her life turned upside down, things change for Emma - for better and worse. WARNING: This story may contain violence and a little strong language.

He's rude, he's arrogant and downright insolent. She's a damaged good with walls built so high it's a surprise even she can see over them. It's almost been a year since Scarlett Valentina has been working as secretary to the suave, sexy billionaire - Jasper Queen - and as her first year draws to a close, sparks begin to fly. Suffering from a childhood of abuse, Scarlett refuses to let anyone get too close until even she herself cannot stop her boss from digging deep into her past. But, will she let Jasper break down the walls and unearth every part of herself for him? Will Jasper stay long enough to seek his secretary out? Through all the scars, tears, truths and tantrums, who will burn and who will make it out unscathed? • THIS BOOK HAS BEEN FULLY REVISED AND EDITED AS OF JULY 1ST 2017 • ● DEAR READERS, PLEASE BE COURTEOUS OF THE FACT THAT THE FIRST 16-18 CHAPTERS WERE WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 14 YEARS OF AGE HENCE WHY THEY ARE NOT VERY GOOD AND PROVE TO BE RATHER NONSENSICAL AT TIMES. THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING.●

Sebastian, the bad boy with the damaged past. Chanel, the quiet girl with the damaged past. Two teenagers paired to work together don't realize just how interlinked their pasts are. Will they work together to untangle the past and solve everything once and for all? ~ "Stop acting this way!" He yelled, his face flushed. "Acting like what?!" I yelled back. "Like I don't care about you because I do!" {#805 in Teen Fiction - 08/25/17} {#642 in Teen Fiction - 11/10/17] {#418 in Teen Fiction - 31/12/17} {#9 in Teen Fiction - 23/12/20} {#52 in "Love" - 30/12/22} Note: This book isn't really about smut. It's heavy on romance that revolves around understanding one another, being there for each other, and growing together. I hope this book can offer you something unique from the other books on this platform, which tend to draw from toxic expectations of relationships and love. It starts out very cliche but I promise you, it's worth the read. Thank you.

Angelo knew his mother was trying to play matchmaker when she suggested then paid for his maid service. The only problem was when he laid eyes on Francesca the maid standing barefoot in his kitchen, wearing his favorite tee shirt with possibly nothing under it, cooking his favorite dish, and singing one of his favorite songs. He knew that he may possibly be in danger of losing his heart for the first time.

Supermodel Mila Belvedere never expected her predictable life of fame, photo shoots, and flashing lights to take such drastic turns. Never would she have guessed that her mother would fall so terribly ill, that her mother's couture line and all its fortune would dangle helplessly above her hands. Now Mila has caught the attention of people willing to do anything to get their hands on her fortune- and her. Sensing the danger, Mila tells her mother whose reaction horribly surprises her. She is adamant on changing her mother's exaggerative decision. A bodyguard? And why does it have to be the dark, alluring, and dangerously handsome Agent Francisco Medina? The line between professional and personal is always just a step away from being crossed... And when they meet, it proves to be the hardest thing they have to fight. As Agent Medina protects his client from those wanting her harmed, she slowly disarms him and he comes to heal her in more ways than one. But they can't forget the reason they're together. He needs to stop the threat. And for New York's best bodyguard... this is the most personal it can get. Copyright 2014 © All Rights Reserved

People make mistakes. Arden Ame's mistake was that she fell in love with this boy called Liam Moore, who had a charming, crooked smile and a voice that dripped with honey. This boy was uncaring, rash, terribly good looking and drew attention effortlessly like a moth to flame. He had a habit of tying up his hoodie strings, which Arden found completely adorable, because oh gods she was bewitched. This boy was popular enough to get away shattering her life into complete shambles. To break her heart clean into two and let her go, because this girl was sensitive and kind and just about everything he wasn't, and she was never meant to mean anything to him. He let her go, and maybe that was this boy's mistake.