He's beyond perfect. His domineering presence is undeniably formidable as he stood tall and proud towering all over us. He has a sleek hair that shines like silver it radiates a dainty source of light. When he smirks, it's wicked - enticing yet devilish. Everyone might find themselves get enthralled and he seems obviously aware of it. . . • ° • • ° • • ° • Under his mercy. . . Such a wonderful morning to behold. He will never forget her panic-driven face. Wrapping his arms around her - touching, enjoying and taking all advantage. The moment he cradled her, there's an overwhelming spark it strangely struck him all over. He felt her warmth - her genuine heart. Without hesitations, she clinged into him as her safe refuge. This is - He didn't expect this. He didn't want this. He just wants to play! * * * * * * * * * Faithfully sworn a sacred oath. . . Attaining ascension, destroying a curse . . . However, upon reaching a long-awaited chance, intention becomes a burden and oath is meant to be broken. When emotion hazes a resolute mind, resisting becomes a struggle. Bordering between oath and love, does altering the fate defeats an inevitable? Does heart prevails and strong enough to endure?

Vivienne Vixen A cold blooded psychotic assassin with a bloodthirst like no other She does what she wants, kills who she wants and crushes anyone in her way The only one who can tame her is her dominating boyfriend Lucian. Lucian Ivanov The cold hearted Russian mafia don The very name itself holds years of bloodshed, nightmares and power He's ruthless to all but her The psychotic little minx he can't seem to get enough of. -Short story 18+

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

"And... the fifth rule," he came forward, locking me between him and the slab again. "This should be the last time you talked to me like that," he lowered his face to my level, spiking my heart rate further. "Next time you rant on or call me by the name, I'll personally make sure to shut your lips," he whispered without a hint of casualness on his rugged face. "Will you follow the rules, Althea?" * * * When archaeological intern, Coretta Hayes, is transported to the fourth century BCE for a ground zero reporting, she discovers something that's unknown to the modern historians. The kingdom of Romanos. And she's over the moon when she manages to become its court writer, disguising herself behind the fake name of Althea Rosemary. But there's a problem. The kingdom's smouldering ruler, Julian Romanowski, is too interested in his newest court writer. And he wouldn't let her go anytime soon. *This is a newadult book ~ mild mature content* # Winner of Ambys 2024 in Favourite Historical fiction Novel # Featured on "Slow Burn" reading list of Wattpad Romance # Featured on "Echoes of the Past (Historical)" reading list of Wattpad TimeTravel

A 21st century covert ops agent, Cybelline found herself transported to a medieval world of magic and war without a clue of how she got there. Fine, she'll consider this as early, early retirement and try to have a quiet, peaceful life. Maybe she would buy a farm and raise some ducks. She didn't plan to have royalty fall over her doorstep and demand marriage for "taking his innocence". Granted, she tripped him first, but he deserved it. If her idyllic life had been undisturbed, she could even ignore the war between humans, the Fae, and the Folk. If they had left her alone, perhaps she would have never discovered power so potent that it could destroy the world. Perhaps she would have never become the most feared person in the realm.

When a STALKER kidnaps a SERIAL KILLER... °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° A woman obsessed with a brutal serial killer captures him in her basement, but as their battle of wits turns intimate, she must decide if she's his captor, his lover-or his next victim. °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° ''It's dangerous. He's dangerous. That sick fuck might be a cannibal with a blood kink for all I know. He might literally eat my pussy, until it's ripped out between my thighs. I don't want that to be the main cause of my death. Though the thrill of it all... whether he would bite me off completely or be merciful...was like playing Russian roulette....and it was making me tear up, but not in the eyes, but between my thighs. At that moment, I felt myself getting wet. I was confused actually, because I was totally and honestly afraid, but it got me SO...wet. That's when I realized I had been moaning loudly, and the panties stuck in my throat did nothing to volume it down.'' °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° 🎀TRIGGER WARNINGS🎀 CNC CBT Dubcon Gore Murder Beheading Gutting Stabbing Biting Physical, mental torture Suffocation Castration Masochism Sadism Cannibalism Hybristophilia Paraphilia Stockholm Syndrome Blood fetish Rough play Impact play Choke play Blade play Bondage Pegging Cuffing Stalking Kidnapping Human trafficking Drugs/Drugging.

❝𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ A hundred concubines lived in Emperor Sylvos' inner court - the heart of his thorned fortress. With a cruel ranking system, only favored concubines had the honor of meeting with His Majesty. And only the woman able to bear him a child could become empress. Raine Stjorme had climbed the ranks to the top. And after praying each night, she was finally with child. Yet all this was rewarded with the cruelest of fates. Murdered by the man she loved, Raine cursed Emperor Sylvos with her dying breath. She cursed his whole court as they snickered at her final moments. And her curse had taken root. Now, Raine awakens three years before her destined death, on the fateful day she first encounters the emperor. Armed with this second chance, she vows to make him fall - and to bring his empire down with him. But when faced with the tyrant who claimed her heart, could she still follow through? ✦✦✦ 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝘿: -𝙀𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 -𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 -𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙮 -𝘼𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 -𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 -𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 -𝘽𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙁𝙈𝘾 -𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨

"You refuse to speak because you think your voice is a curse, Butterfly. A poison that destroys everything it touches. So poison me. Whisper their names, and I will gladly show you how a real monster burns the world to ash just to keep you warm. You think you are trapped in the dark with a psychopath, papillon. You don't realize I am just waiting for your command." - Nikolai de Rivel ____ To Leah, silence is the only armor she has left. Deaf, traumatized, and terrified of physical touch, she just wants to survive Ardencrest University without being seen. When she completely ignores the school's most dangerous French heir on her first day, she thinks she safely avoided a predator. She has no idea she just gave the Reaper Prince a puzzle he is dying to take apart. Behind his polite smiles and lethal elegance, Nikolai de Rivel is an empty-eyed psychopath who demands absolute, psychological control. He doesn't just want to claim her body; he wants to conquer her mind. Leah thinks the campus is naturally parting for her; she doesn't know Nikolai is viciously destroying anyone who steps too close. She thinks she is finally finding peace in the shadows; she doesn't know he is meticulously rewriting her entire reality so she has no choice but to crave his touch. He doesn't want to hide her from the monsters of her past. He wants to drag her into the dark, place her on his lap, and teach her how to rule it. He is the devil. And her rare voice is his trigger. ______ "The Reaper Prince | 18+" is the third book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series. {Can be read as a standalone}

Sequel to Misty _______________ The wind stopped. The birds rested on the branches. The squirrels peeked out from behind the leaves. The forest turned silent, covering these two souls from the glare of the afternoon sun. He stared at her radiant face. "We are different," she said softly, guilt glinting in her eyes. "Very different from each other. Our worlds aren't same." "Moon Goddess never makes a wrong decision. The Mist that your pack has taught you about, is an illusion, my mate." He told her with a small smile on his face. "A trick of mind it is. When you stop believing in its presence, it wouldn't be there. You will be able to see everything clearly." She cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb against the bristles. "I can see everything clearly, my mate. I see the border of enmity between two packs." The smile that showed the delight of meeting his mate, now displayed the fear of uncertainty. But the Alpha blood running in his veins kept him warm. Confidence spread upon his heart as the inner beast told him the universal truth. Furthermore, the touch of his mate would always fill him with high spirit. "There can never be a barrier between lovers." He said the ultimate truth to the divine beauty, looking in her mischievous eyes. Her eyebrows raised and rested back slowly. Raising her chin, she watched him leaning his face downwards slightly in curiosity. Consequently, she brought her mouth closer to his ear, whispering the answer for him and the silent audience present in this forest, favouring him. "But we are not lovers, my mate. We are enemies."

I promised to take care of him until he didn't need me anymore. I made a mistake. I was twenty-two. Just a broke artist with a pair of scissors and a flashlight, hired to be his nanny. I did my best. I built him a sky out of cardboard boxes. I held his hand when the thunder was too loud. I taught him that he didn't have to be alone in the dark. But children grow up. And Silas Vane grew up... different. As the years passed, I started noticing things I couldn't explain. My dates getting cancelled. My debts mysteriously paid off. The feeling of eyes watching me while I slept. I thought I was raising a lonely boy. I didn't realize I was becoming the center of a dangerous obsession. Now, he is a man. A genius who controls everything around him. And he has finally solved the only equation that matters: How to keep me forever.