Swallow is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Original Edition and Books Edition upon purchase. When Mildred wished for death on her bullies, she never expected a demon would possess her and make all her dreams come true...but is it worth her soul? ***** After years of torment, Mildred, a meek high school student, is determined to seek revenge against her bullying classmates. She intends to curse them with dark magic, punishing them for their cruelty - but in the process Mildred accidentally opens herself up to a terrifying demonic possession. The demon inside her is only too happy to fulfill Mildred's vengeful desires. Bodies start turning up with parts missing, eaten as though mauled by a wild animal...or perhaps something darker. Powerless, Mildred realizes that the murders are changing her in more ways than one... Content and trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence, psychological abuse, and gore. [[word count: 30,000-40,000 words]] Cover designed by Jay Flores-Holz

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FOLLOW MY WATTPAD AND INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT PLEASE 🥹🥹 COMPLETE VERSION OUT NOW ON INKITT!! GO CHECK IT OUT. WARNING!!!!! THIS BOOK IS PURELY EROTICA AND IT CONTAINS EXTREME EXPLICIT CONTENT IN ALMOST EVERY CHAPTER. RATED 18+ 🔞 IT'S A TABOO EROTICA ROMANCE NOVEL WITH EXPLICIT MATURED CONTENTS NOT RECOMMENDED FOR VIEWERS BELOW THE AGE OF 18+. This book is a fictional composition. Any allusions to real individuals, real places, or real historical events are made fictitiously. Any other names, characters, locations, or incidents are the author's invention; any similarity to real-world occurrences, places, or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. INTRODUCTION Eighteen years old Marilyn Muriel is shocked on one beautiful summer by her mom when she brings in a strikingly, handsome young man and introduces him as her new husband. An instant unexplainable connection is formed between her and this Greek god as he secretly begins to cast various unwanted signals towards her. Marilyn soon finds herself going through various, irresistible sexual escapades with this charming, seductive fellow in the absence of her mom. What will be the fate or outcome of such an act and will her mom ever get to know the atrocity going on right under her nose?

[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."

[Warning! Extreme adult content! Please do not read if you're too young to be reading. I'm not putting an age limit but you have been notified!] After divorcing her abusive ex-husband Bella decides to move across the country to live with her friend Maria. After days of driving she decides to stop in a new city and let loose a little. She meets a group of bad boy friends who have her fantasising about all four of them,but lucky for her they're thinking the same thing too. How much fun can Bella have with Rorke the charming cowboy, Taylor the chocolate skinned fire man and motorbike mechanic twins Logan and Lucas?

What if you never had to feel ashamed of your darkest fantasies... because you were paid to act them out, on a stage? And not just paid, but paid very, very well... say ten thousand dollars per performance? Could you say no? And what if the owner of the Club With No Name is a charming young man in the most elegant suit you've ever seen? Is it a desire for wild adventure that brings you to the Owner? Or is it the fantasy that some day he will see you as more than one of his beautiful employees? Maybe see you as someone who can help him be less alone? The Private Party is a dark sexual thriller, set just slightly in the future. Do you dare enter?

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

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