I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

Dark Romance! "Forgive me, father. For I'm going to abduct this little sinner." The holy father watched stunned as the tall guy yanked the girl out of the confession box and stomped out of there. ~~~ Innessa Laskin is a good girl by all means. She's kind, innocent, and goes to church. Love her parents and sister. She studies hard and aims to be a successful psychologist one day. She is a simple and ordinary girl from a small town who got a scholarship to the top Grand Elite academy. Issac Knight is a mysterious man. The handsome man with cognac brown eyes would soon turn her life upside down. He's mean. Wicked. A deadly underground boxer. What will happen when he accidentally helps her one night? The guy she thought was nice turned out to be far more dangerous. Issac never does anything for free. He'll exploit her, corrupt her in ways she could never imagine. He always does what he wants. Issac isn't the knight she thought he was. He's the sinner her mom used to warn her about. The naive Innessa would be shoved into the world of sinful pleasures.

In the blink of an eye, I lost everything - my mother, my home, and my life. The only thing she left me was a debt I couldn't repay and a bounty on my head, and desperate times require desperate measures. ---------------------------------------- A mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he takes a big step toward me, and as soon as I am within his reach, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I lay my hands on his chest and trace my fingers along the outlines of his tattoos as he maneuvers me back to his desk. My ass presses against the edge of his desk as he lets his hands run down my sides until he grabs my ass cheeks " Are you sore from last night, baby?" "I'm fine." "I hope you're not lying to me," he whispers against my lips.

He Hates everyone . Hates everyone. Everyone . Everyone except. Her.

BWWM [Synopsis inside] [In Process of Editing and Beginning Chapter Reconstruction]

"𝗜 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱'𝘀 𝗣𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗪𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻." -𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗦𝗮𝗴𝗲

Entered into the 2026 Watty's Competition: COMPLETED BOOK ONE for +18 readers only. Not for the fainthearted. Book 1: Hunter - Central Coven Series (Edited version The Soul-Cry) Book 2: The Maker's Sons - New chapters released each week. IMMORTALS: They are intense, passionate and primal. They play hard, fight hard and love hard. HUNTER: VAMPIRE. Defender, Central Coven. 300 years old. As far as his coven were concerned, humans were for 'fun & food', which suited him perfectly. He had fully intended to work his charm on the curly‑haired beauty in his arms. The plan was to lull her into submission, leave her trembling with pleasure and exhausted from feeding - as he had done with countless others. But this one - she disrupted him. Something about her - her warmth, her softness, that trembling line between fear and fascination - drew him in with a pull he had no business feeling. KATIE - HUMAN. She's the fun and food. "My soul cried out to him," she mused. What a load of rubbish. If anyone other than a flying vampire had said something like that, it would have been a load of rubbish. But maybe - just maybe - her soul had cried out to him. Katie has led a somewhat predictable, even-paced life. Not boring, exactly, but hardly fireworks. Until, that is, a sexy six-foot immortal turns up at her bedroom window. ------------------------------------------------- PLEASE NOTE: scenes can be steamy, a few are gory and some are graphic. If you are looking for a gentle romantic romp, this isn't your story. You have been warned...enter at your own risk. TRIGGER WARNING: "All Too Confusing" Chapter - please read the warning at the top of the page. It will tell you when to stop reading and move on if you are not comfortable with the content. The storyline requires it for future revenge. You have been advised. Skip and move to the next chapter

In the glittering cage of Buckingham Palace, Prince William reigns supreme-charismatic, untouchable, and utterly ruthless. The heir who was never meant to be king wears his crown like a weapon, and his fiancée, Lady Beatrice, is nothing more than a perfectly polished accessory: safe, suitable, invisible. Until he sees Ayana. A maid with ebony skin that gleams like forbidden silk and curves that mock the starched severity of her uniform. One stolen glance across marble halls, and the prince's world narrows to obsession. The crack of glass in his hand. Blood on his palm. A hunger that tastes like ruin. He is power incarnate. She is the help-untouchable involved every way that matters. But William doesn't ask. He takes. As the engagement ball looms and the palace whispers of duty and decorum, the prince begins rewriting the rules. Beatrice's smile will shatter. The crown will tremble. And Ayana-sweet, unaware, breathtaking-will either become his salvation... or the spark that burns the monarchy to ash. A dark royal romance of possession, forbidden desire, and a man who would destroy empires for the one woman he can never have.

I was supposed to be on a chill RV camping trip with my boyfriend's family. Key words: supposed to. I hated him, I hated them, and the only thing keeping me sane was sneaking off at night to take pictures of the forest. But one night... I wandered too far. Now I'm being held captive by something straight out of a fever dream-a 7-foot tall lycan beast who doesn't shift, doesn't speak, and definitely doesn't care about my personal space. Oh, and apparently? I'm his mate. Cute. I've tried escaping-multiple times. He always catches me. Throws me over his shoulder like it's just another Tuesday. I curse him out, he grunts. I run, he drags me back. I'm not falling for him. I don't care how protective, possessive, or weirdly gentle he is when he thinks I'm asleep. I just want out... right?

"Don't test me baby," He warns. "Or I can't promise I'll stay so gentle." ━─━────༺༻────━─━ Nia Castillo has spent the last three years working at the Régalian Hotel in London. She's seen many celebrities and uppity dignitaries come and go. But, when an anonymous man checks into the most expensive suite in the hotel, Nia's interest is piqued. He makes her an offer she didn't realize she needed to take. To be a sort of sugar baby. But sugar will cost you, no matter how sweet. ━─━────༺༻────━─ Word Count: apx. 55,000 TW: DubCon/Rape chapter marked with an asterisk (*) are nsfw i.e smut [unedited: so if there are any mistakes, so so sorryyy] started: 11-9-20 completed: 5-12-21