Just when she's decided to leave the Town, Lady Cressida Belverst is forced to marry Lord Calan Haverston, the man who coincidentally knows a way out. Agreeing to marry for all the wrong reasons, can Cressida and Calan find out where their hearts truly belong? *** It is impossible to leave the Town, but one woman is determined to escape with the help of her betrothed. Lady Cressida Belverst has always been judged as a walking scandal. Oh, how she tries (on some rare occasions) to be proper! When her parents arrange for her to marry a rich lord, Cressida has had enough. She has to leave the Town because she will not be forced to live with a man she doesn't love. But what happens if the very man she's betrothed to is the only one who can help her get out? Calan Haverston, the Lord of Easton, takes the risk and helps his betrothed by using his knowledge of the Town's secrets because he is as willing as she to stay free of marriage for reasons completely different. He has dark secrets he cannot share with her, and his life is not one he can likewise open to anyone. But what happens when she leaves after awakening desires he thought he has under control? And what happens when he finds himself longing for her? Cressida goes to a completely different place, one she has only heard in stories and read in books, with hopes of finding what her heart has always longed for. But love, mystery and secrets will chase her and it will only be a matter of time before she realizes what her heart truly desires. *This story is a standalone title in the Haverston Family series.

I snickered as he checked my body out, "Like what you see?" "Do you want me to fuck you?" I whispered darkly, looking down at him as he laid on the bed before me. He nodded slowly, looking mesmerized, his eyes up at me seductively. I smiled , "Im not gonna do anything more, not until you say it for me" I hummed, teasing him. He huffed, his face flushing, as he lifted his legs up and placed them over my shoulders "I want you to fuck me" Kit breathed, his body flushed as he panted, waiting for me to take him. "Now" WARNING: VERY EXPLICIT /MATURE. ( No seriously....If it was a movie, it would be rated R. ) (But in a hot way ) Highschool Senior and top of his entire class A+ student ,a sarcastic goody good, Kit (Christopher) Sollows , is Just trying to survive fucking Highschool until he can get into Harvard and leave his hometown. And then he can come out and get a hot boyfriend and wear colors that aren't so.... Neutral.. But his life and fate has other plans for him. And being neutral? Well... they were very very far from it. Crushes who barely knows he exist , Acne, his annoying best friend, annoyingly Hot guys, Heartbreak, New neighbors, his little sister, parents, Prom, Graduation, Sexy accents, first kisses, sneaking out late, Harvard...Homework, Tests, his voice has changed, bodily things are.. not the same.. Oh, and he's gay. . Very very Gay.. -Sneak peak- "Bite me, you.. you miscreant" "Oh You'd really like that, wouldn't you , Nerd" "Hey, Piss anyone off lately?" "Not yet, but its only 4:30...Why, are you asking me to -cause that can be arranged.." "Get some new glasses, " "Pass, I'd rather not see your annoying ass" "So you DO look at my ass!" "That's not what I meant, asshole!!!" "Jeez, someone thinks about anal abit too much"

(BxB) "I don't believe in ghosts," Koda whispered. "Well," Alfie twisted the ring on his index finger. An excited shine returned to his eyes. His crush had never stared for so long, "would you believe me if I said that your mother is standing right behind you?" A week after Alfie's crush loses his parent, they are forced to talk when the ghost of Koda's mother reaches out to Alfie, demanding to speak with her son. Among the mist of grief, It wasn't any ordinary ghost wanting to say a final goodbye to the one she loved, it wasn't just an affectionate relationship developing between the ghost's son and the medium, it was the beginning of something much more dangerous.

Wrapped around his little finger, an intense desire to pursue, along with dashing good looks and a wealthy load of fortune; these aristocratic and uber-powerful young boys have a strong urge to help a fellow classmate of theirs who just arrived. Unfortunately for the new student, Kingston Academy is not for the faint of heart. [RANKINGS] - #1 in BL #1 in BXB #1 in BEASTMAN #1 in DEMON #1 in ABILITIES #1 in OBSESSION #1 in YANDERE #1 in WICKED

"And who in the hell are you?" "I...I'm y-your q-queen..." ... Or where, a sweet boy Louis is marked to be married off to the prince of his country from the day he was born. Too bad Prince Benjamin wasn't informed that his wife was a male. Stuck in an undesirable and utterly unhappy union, will Louis accept his fate and change the jerk prince for the better? Will King-to-be Benjamin fall for his shy and adorable fiancé? Or will he drive him away? ... Some humour, some angst and romance all around. ... Cover by the lovely @vastheavens

[THIS STORY WILL BECOME FREE ON MAY 27, 2021] Ammas Mourthia is a cursewright: an outlawed magician sworn to break curses. Contracted by the Emperor's daughter, he's pursuing a curse he may never break. ***** Ammas Mourthia is a cursewright -- an outlaw magician who casts and breaks curses. Practicing his trade in the bustling city of Munazyr, he is hired by the last person he ever expected: Princess Carala, the daughter of the Emperor who murdered his family. Bound by his oaths, Ammas delivers the cure to Carala ... only for it to fail. Confronted with a sickness he cannot treat, pursued by werewolves who want Carala for their own purposes, and forced to return to a nation where he is a wanted criminal, Ammas must find a real cure. But there are forces at play he cannot control, and dark secrets waiting to be revealed. Fulfilling his vows might be the last thing Ammas Mourthia ever does. [[Wattys 2018 Winner: "The Heroes"]] [[1st Place, Rebel Wars @Rebel_Town]] Trigger warning: Graphic violence, sexual situations, strong language. [[word count: 300,000-350,000 words]]

BOOK 1 OF THE POSSESSIVE SERIES (UNDERGOING EDITING) ALL BOOKS FROM THIS SERIES CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE. The fine line between love and obsession is so thin that it's almost invisible. At least, it is to Anastacius, the Emperor of Rome. He fell in love with the sound of her voice before he even saw her face. By the time he finally did, it was already too late. Valeria was warmth and wit wrapped in silk and defiance; a woman who did not bow easily, not even to a man who commanded the greatest Empire. Anastacius had been raised to conquer, never being denied a single thing he desired. Until her. She was light where he was shadow, mercy where he was ruthless. And the more she resisted the gilded cage of his devotion, the tighter his grip became. He told himself it was love. He told himself he was protecting her. But empires are not built on tenderness, and hearts are far easier to break than kingdoms. This is the story of how he made her his. The story of how he lost her. And the story of how far an emperor will go when the only thing he cannot command is the woman he calls his Empress. *** THIS BOOK CONTAINS DARK THEMES, ABUSIVE CONTENT INCLUDING EMOTIONAL AND PHYSICAL VIOLENCE, WHICH MAY MAKE SOME READERS UNCOMFORTABLE SO VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. THE AUTHOR OF THIS BOOK IS IN NO WAY SUPPORTING OR ROMANTICISING THE DARK THEMES USED IN THE BOOK. *** #1 in Wealth (06/12/2021) #1 in Influence (03/01/2022) #1 in RomanEmpire (10/01/2022) #1 in Rome (19/01/2022) #1 in Obsession (26/01/2022)

[LGBTQ+ FANTASY] [VISHERA CHRONICLES BOOK ONE] For ten years the nations of Brenmar and Minisia have been on the brink of destruction, but when a newly crowned King demands a peace treaty, most believe that war will never come to pass. Isiah, an apprentice monk of a religion on the brink of death, is about to follow in the footsteps of hundreds before him and travel to the capital of Brenmar. However, plans change when the Princess of Minisia arrives at his peaceful monastery. In the company of both the bored Princess and the young Prince of Brenmar, Isiah discovers that the treaty may not be what was promised. On the run from the cunning King of Brenmar, all three struggle to come to grips with the fact that their beliefs were wrong and that the key for saving the realm from war might be right in front of their faces. Cover art by: https://www.instagram.com/lilla.sill/

[AMBYS WINNER 2024] Mutilated, dejected and stained by the blood of his loved ones, Lucius Cromwell, a precocious and naïve child of high society, strikes a deal with an unhallowed Scourge of 'The Waste' in order to get his life back, blissfully ignorant that he'll consequently find his humanity on the line. *** A disturbing voice has been tormenting Lucius' mind for the longest time. Disregarding its sinister way of suggesting revenge on people who hurt him as mere thoughts he goes about his day, doing his best to live up to his superficial parents' standards and following the ideals of his Archon of worship. Life is lacklustre, but hardly worth causing a scene over. When a life altering event renders Lucius struggling not to die on the streets however things turn grim very fast, and in an act of desperation Lucius casts his beliefs aside, promising his soul to be devoured by The Waste at the time of his death with the promise of power in return. It doesn't take long for Lucius to realize that even the smallest of favors promised to him come with a catch, and being forced to do the Scourge of The Waste's wicked bidding while watching loved one after loved one disappear from his life Lucius has to wonder if a lifetime of power was really worth an eternity of suffering. This is the first installment of the "The Meaning Of Eternity" series. [Word count: 108 000]

He looked over at me in the dimness, fingers loose in my grip. "You are hurting me," he said, without interest. He had caked powder on his already pale skin, all of one shade except for points made by a hot pencil. Though it was no longer the mode at court, the new fashion more ostentatious and overdrawn, he still favored it, and as I did. My fingers crept up his wrist. I felt rough punctures, half healed and raw, a scattering of them, and I pulled. Laurent could not resist, weakened by the drawing of his blood. My vocal cords had been severed by the younger one's teeth, and so I could not speak, but I pushed up his sleeve, the luxury of his white linen, and found his arm colored like a polluted river. I touched the bites with my fingertips, ten, fifteen, twenty. "I have felt your judgment already," L whispered, trying to pull his arm back, "I have felt it these now two hundred years. Judgment judgment. Cry not. Is it pity? You are a cold thing, without heart, to judge me for what I do. Prideful toad." His arm muscles worked against my grip beneath his blood bruised skin. "Unhand me. Wretched, lye-broken flesh." After a time, he made a sound like a trapped fox, a dying child's keen, and gave up, lying back on the bed such that his hair fell across my face. My other hand found his neck and stroked him. "You will not know what it feels like, good heart," he said to me, softly, doing me one of his gentle nips of an insult, "for love to change you in an instant." He relaxed under my stroking, and his tone softened. "I only meant to help him die." ** After his untimely death, the story of the vampire "L" comes together. Devotees tell the story from many points of view across history, painting a portrait of a man crushed by great loves, desperation, and the indifferent march of time. featured 3/9/16 complete 8/31/16 Cover by @ferret-bird