When Lisa Dumont travels down to New Orleans to stay with her mother for the summer, she finds herself entangled in a web of century-long territorial disputes between undead and supernatural forces. Lisa soon realizes that she has become torn between the blood-loyalty to her mother, Voodoo Priestess Madam Dumont, and the intrigue she has grown towards Elder Vampire, Hezekiah Mercier - the enemy. And consequently, the heavy discord between the two factions leaves Lisa with life-changing decisions to make that could possibly alter the fate of both groups and everyone else in between. ** **DISCLAIMER** This story is UNEDITED and UNREVISED. I haven't made any adjustments to this story since I first wrote it, which was when I was about 18 years old. I'm 23 now, for reference. I adore this story with all I have, but most of the chapters I haven't even revisited since I first uploaded them. Any mistakes, I'm usually notified of them by readers who point them out in comments. Please tread lightly, for there are undoubtedly historical inconsistencies, incorrect language translations, grammar and punctuation mistakes, and information that hasn't been properly fact checked. This is a work of FICTION. Have fun with it, please! But also beware that this is an amateur piece (that I had a great time writing). Follow me on instagram! @ceaselessmindwrites

The three fates can only determine the fates of mortals. But that's never stopped them from intertwining the fates of mortals with the lives of the gods. Especially when they notice that their dear brother Thanatos is a little bit lonely.

Leroi's lifetime list of bad decisions has just gotten longer than he ever imagined. He pissed off rival jocks, fell in love with the school's outcast and smooched the bicuriousity out of his best friend. Now he has to fight for his love, but his love for who? A question blinded by testosterone, highschool politics, mommy issues and the BRO-Code. And then there's his inamoratos being too problematic to handle. However, the heart wants what it wants, and his wants a trifecta. Featured on lgtbq; BoyxBoy (Teen Fiction) Featured on WattpadExplorerBot; Spotlight on Street-lit. Featured on WattpadUrban; Urban LGBTQIA

*A Wattpad Editor's Choice* Freddie kissed him again. He groaned and pressed into it. Deepened it immediately, kissing her so hard, she thought he might draw blood. She liked it. But then he was pulling away. Backing away three steps, and freezing, miserable air rushed between them. "You're dangerous." He ran a hand through his hair. A tiny frown knit his brow. "So, so dangerous, Freddie Gellar." -- From New York Times bestselling author Susan Dennard comes a story packed with steamy romance, epic best friendship, and a dark mystery that dates back centuries. The Executioners Three is Stranger Things meets the legend of Sleepy Hollow in 1999 on the shores of Lake Michigan. After high school senior Freddie Gellar finds a body in the woods, she sets out to prove it wasn't a suicide like the sheriff ruled. But then more bodies start piling up -- and if that's not creepy enough, supernatural warning signs from the old poem "The Executioners Three" start unfolding too. To complicate things even more, Freddie gets roped into a rivalry between her high school and the local prep school. For twenty years, the two student bodies have pranked each other, and the enmity between them is vicious. Except that over the course of all these back-and-forth pranks, Freddie finds herself falling for the #1 enemy of them all: Theo Porter. New chapters every Wednesday and Friday!

The ruthless Jarl of the rumored cold-blooded Dahlsten clan. A young maiden of the southern Haraldsson clan. Two individuals from very different worlds. One night that interlocked their paths forever. Highest Ranking: #1 in Historical Fiction This story will include MATURE content, as it contains sexual scenes, possible trigger scenes and cursing in Norwegian. It is recommended for an older crowd 17+. It is not your typical Viking story, sorry kiddies. This is my first chapter story, so it will not be perfect! Consider yourself warned. Beautiful cover made by @LarissaChesser **TSVB is on temporary hold due to author's hectic life, please be considerate in comments. Thank you!

A beat of a second passed before he slowly pulled away from me, the suffocating heat withdrawing with him as he straightened up. My eyes lifted to meet his as he released his hold on my knife, and I flicked my wrist, flipping it with ease so my hands closed around its smooth, still-warm handle. The room was silent. The ten other men seated on the couch didn't bother trying to hide the shock on their faces that a hunter had just agreed to a deal with their Alpha. I totally felt the same way, even if I was that dumb motherfucker. They seemed to be imagining what horrible, unthinkable threats he could have whispered into my ear to make me cave, but to think my resolve had dissolved with just four unexpected words from his mouth. Sometimes, I wondered if I even had a brain. "So," I said now, holding back a sigh as I looked up into those steely, unreadable eyes, "If I'm going to work with you, I'll need a name to call you by. Unless you prefer to be referred to as moody dick?" Silence followed my words. "What, don't you guys know Moby Dick?" I asked no one in particular, and ten pairs of eyes exchanged glances that further questioned my sanity. The last pair of eyes held mine steady. The ring of gold in them seemed to burn like a flickering candlelight against the night of the sea. "Heath," he said, and I could finally place his accent as the name curled and settled in my ears like a cat by the fireplace. I smiled. "Well, cool." I put my hand out between us, the one holding the knife, the silver-pointed tip facing him as I offered him a handshake. "Nice to meet you moody dick, I'm Alessandra."

"What if the one that got away came back?" Sometimes, a second chance at a perfectly imperfect love presents itself when you are at your most vulnerable state, and you can't help but remember that nothing worth keeping comes without a price. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • THE ROYALS SERIES, pt. 3 Shevon L. presents the much awaited sequel to The Lonely King, the first book of The Royals Series. Copyrighted. Model on the Cover: Auguste Abeliunaite, who plays Alexandra Knight in the novel.

**This is a sequel to Hunting Royalty, it won't make any sense if you haven't read it first** Nate's parents had the love of his life executed only days after he proposed to her. Despite what everyone says about Alia, he knows she was innocent. Without her he has no interest in anything especially his duties as Crown Prince. He doesn't care about the girl claiming to be pregnant with his child, he doesn't care who the new High Priestess is and he doesn't care about the new ways the rebels are trying to kill him. Let them, then he can be with her. Alia is not as dead as everyone believes, she's followed in her mother's footsteps and faked her own death. She is literally walking in the footsteps of her enemy after becoming Eva Forrester so she can infiltrate the rebels. It's not as easy as she thought, the rebels don't trust her and she has to be careful of every word she speaks. The hardest part is watching the man she loves grieve for her, every time she sees his haunted eyes she regrets every decision she made.

《 Sequel to Kissing Is the Easy Part 》 High school sweethearts Flora and Sean went through the most horrible kind of breakup - the kind where they were both still disastrously and irreversibly in love with each other.

"Her name isn't Sophie, I lied, her name is Fatima Safiya Ashlynn - I thought she would die where I left her."