**Cover by Ava-Baby** Knox Black was born into the Reapers MC. He was destined to fall in love with the MC life and he did. Then Scarlett Evans came into his life. She instantly became everything to him. He vowed to protect her and to be by her side forever. She was the love of his life and he was hers. And then she disappeared. She was taken from the life she loved and the one she'd only ever known. Knox looked for her everywhere for a long time but he found nothing. Instead of giving up he enlisted the help of Il Diavolo. A year later, Il Diavolo gets a call that they found her...... But she's not the same. She doesn't know Knox or remember the life she once had. Will she eventually remember? Will she fall back in love with Knox? Or will she continue on living her life where they don't exist? Only one way to find out. 😉 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is rated M for Mature. It contains violence, sexual content, drugs, alcohol, and swearing.

{The Wattys Awards Shortlist} The Saint's Brotherhood motorcycle club was known all over town, they were ruthless. They were feared, they got their reputation from one member in particular, one member that was so unbelievably intriguing and mysterious, people made legends and stories about him. They didn't know his name, didn't know who he was, where he came from, and they didn't know what he looked like for he wore a mask. The man himself struck fear into everyone he meant, he was the club's personal Devil. But she was okay with him.

Tank is the President of the Shadow Warriors MC. He's an ex-soldier and has been through a lot during his time in the military. After taking over the club, he worked hard to make it successful and prosperous. But despite the success and money and power, his life still lacked something. Tank meets Layla through Lia, who's the famous Ghost, the underground fighter. He treats Lia like his younger sister, even though she's not affiliated with his club. But it's Layla that catches his attention. She's shy and easily scared and it sets off all protective instincts in Tank. He wants to protect the girl from any danger. And he might have to. Layla has a secret. A dangerous secret. Will Tank and his club be enough to protect Layla from her past? Or will they fail and the dark part of Layla's life will destroy her again? WARNING: MATURE/GRAPHIC CONTENT!

• ANY AND ALL CRITICISM APPROVED• • IN NEED OF SEVERE EDITING• All Iris ever wanted was a family. Someone she could rely on. Someone to help her escape. Someone to love her unconditionally. So once the opportunity to leave London came about, Iris was gone. Never looking back. Although moving to America was the last thing she thought she'd do. But in Waco, Texas Iris felt like she could finally belong. There was only one problem. She needed to find her estranged father. Little did she know that along with finding her dad, Iris would fall in love. In love with a beast. Her Grizz. The scariest, most sweetest man she had ever met. What could possibly go wrong? -PREVIEW- As soon as Grizz saw her, she was his. That was undeniable. The young woman, probably around 20 looked so gorgeous just standing there, her body being hugged by skin tight jeans. The jeans that showed her ass of so well, it made him wanna take her then and there, in front of his brother. Letting them all know she was his. Her hair was just the right length to look short and edgy but still be tugged on during sex. Oh god, imagining the rough and raw sex they would have together made him rock hard. Pummelling into her, hand around her neck while hers rested in his hair. His seed dripping down her legs. God, did he want her.

DJ Nelson is someone the cops would pick up just to make sure she wasn't getting into trouble. It was known back in Las Vegas (where she grew up) that she ran the streets with a few other people. Street fighting, car racing, you name it. If it could make her money she did it. With her crazy mom she had been taking care of herself since she was young. So when she turned seventeen she started her mission of getting emancipating from her own mother. To do that though, she needed to find her father, who's life was the MC he ran with. It was supposed to be in and out to get the papers signed, but she ends up staying and meeting a tall, brooding, hot guy who made her feel nervous, but in a good way. ---- Neco Marks is the newest enforcer for Hades Hellions MC. He had been with the club since he was twelve when they found him beaten and battered in an alley. They changed his life, and he owed them everything. Being the youngest enforcer the club had ever seen at eighteen he was ruthless when it came to the club. So when a dark haired beauty with dark blue eyes shows up he doesn't know what to think about her. Only that when he first saw her he knew he wanted her as his. ***unedited***

Jax "Killer" Jones is the most ruthless man in California, President of the Headless Horseman MC. Every man fears him, every woman wants him. He's the King, and everyone knows it. He"s a cold-blooded killer. Oh did I mention? He's a fucking psycho. Harley, just Harley has been running from her past, moving across the country to start a new life, but she has a small bad habit she just can't seem to shake, she loves to kill and torture. She's got a smart ass attitude and won't back down from a fight, she wins every time. If you haven't already guessed it, she's a fucking psycho too. So what will happen when their paths cross? Will the King finally find his Queen? Is she just as crazy as him? Or possibly more? Will they make it out of this alive or will it all burn down to ashes? Sit back and relax. This is going to be fun, sugar. Also if you steal my story, I'll find you and stab you 💕😘 Story started on 26/09/2019 Story finished - 8/10/2020 #1 - Crazy 28/10/2020 #1 - Psycho 15/10/2020 #5 - Twisted 08/03/2020 #1 - Harley 11/03/2020 #3 - Insane 10/01/2020 #4 - Tattoos 26/12/2019 #1 - President 05/12/2019 ***This is completely fictional, the story will contain sexual references, drug use, alcohol use, smoking and well of course killing and torture sometimes going into detail, there will also be some self-harm scenes but I will put trigger warnings at the start of the chapter indicating what paragraph they are in so you can skip it if you want. I also tend to swear too much, so if youre not into it I suggest you leave right now, there's no holding back and I won't be changing my story because other people can't handle it*** Enjoyyyyy 💕💕

Vixen Holly, also known as Crimson, has known nothing but sex and death since she was a teenager when she took her first life out of cold blood. She was a heartless killer that got off on giving others pain. Hades, is the new President of the Inferno MC and he is always looks for someone who deserves to meet an untimely end. He had more than a few screws loose, but it was one of many the two have in common. Will they accept their own fucked up versions of love or stick to what they know? Mature 18+ only!

Katherine is done with her life. She wants to get away from everything and start anew, leaving her previous life behind. If there's one thing she knows is that she's not staying with her traitor of a mother. But then an unfortunate accident happens, changing everything. And she doesn't know what to do when she runs into a handsome biker. Literally. WARNING! REALLY GRAPHIC CONTENT!

Hell's Reaper's MC book #1 Angel Smith, a trauma surgeon with a past to scare any grown man into hiding. Throughout her childhood she fights demons within herself, and day to day demons that didn't much care for hiding. The older she grows the more she settles into a mindless state of being. All that changes on one night working . After treating a man - that she doesn't know, a startling realization shocked more than just her, tearing her world apart once more. The demons she once thought to have been banished back into her imagination, come nipping at her heels like hell hounds. Is it so bad that all Angel wants to do is heal? After living in constant pain, she wants peace, is that so wrong? COPYRIGHT: © 2018-2019 Lillianne Young All Rights Reserved

"Hey B..." I start and he hums in reply, just staring at me with adoration and I find the courage in myself to finish my sentence. "Can you do something for me?" "Anything." He promises, without even knowing what I'm going to ask of him. Jesus, this man is literally going to be the death of me. If so, it'll be a good death indeed. "Kiss me." He doesn't need any more prompting than that. Within milliseconds, his lips are pressed against mine in a gentle caress. His hands move to cup my neck while mine tighten on his shirt, trying to anchor myself as he kisses me slowly and languidly. I could definitely die happy now. His lips are like soft velvet and his hands are coarse from riding but they hold me like I'm the most important thing in the world. He tastes like coffee and smells like wood smoke, a heady combination that has me weak in the knees.