"Please let me go!" I cried. He smiled and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "It's okay, soon you'll be the perfect doll for me." *** Daisy Jefferson never expected to be sobbing in the trunk of a car but that is exactly where she ended up. Daisy is now being held hostage by one of her classmates: Peter Powell. One of the popular kids who you would have never expected to be an insane kidnapper. Now that Peter has Daisy, he wants to turn her into the perfect doll. All Peter has ever dreamed of is a pretty doll that he could control. And now Daisy can be that. Just one flaw in his plan: Daisy doesn't want to be there, and she will do anything to escape. (By the way, the lines on the girls face on the cover is like the sketching outlines when you draw. So you know where to put the face and lips.)

Isabella had never really fit into the mold that her family was forcing her in. Luckily, she finds a place that accepts her as she is. However, she didn't expect it to be among a bunch of rowdy bikers. *** Isabella knew how her life would go - even if she didn't like it. Since the day she was born she had been shaped and squished into the role of the perfect high-society trophy girl. But the shoe never really fit. She was too curious, too clumsy, too nice. When she intercepts a flying coffee cup for a complete stranger, little did she know she would soon be staying with the city's infamous motorcycle club. And it seems the rowdy men have little intention of letting her go any time soon. Especially not their large, protective enforcer. And that is alright with Isabella. Home is where the heart is and she's lost hers in the Steel Rebels' club house. **** This is the first part of Isabella's and Knux's story and will be completed with "Hammer & Anvil (Steel Rebels MC #2)". ***** Fictive location. Mature scenes. Strong language. Past abuse (Trigger warnings in chapters)/PTSD. Violence. D/s (mainly bedroom, gentledom/sweetsub, light ddlg). Relates to "Neighbor cottage" but can be read independently. Word count: about 200 000 Original cover picture: https://unsplash.com/photos/DdPvyjLOeyA - Edit by noige22 Completed May 2023

Enid is moving across the world to attend university. Away from all that she knows, she soon finds herself at the center of three men's unyielding attention. Three men who are her professors. Inexperienced and innocent, she is the exact opposite of these dark, possessive men. And she is everything they've always wanted.

In the heart of Toronto, Alessia Morgan Blake lives quietly between duty and dreams. Her days smell of old paper and coffee in her little bookshop. Her nights belong to her dying father.....the only family she has left. Her world is fragile, yet full of love. A devoted boyfriend. A future that finally seems kind. But under the wrong sky, fate listens. One wish upon a falling star tears her from her world and hurls her into another....a realm where kingdoms rise on blood and oaths rot in silence. Here, the moon is colder, the air heavier, and the throne belongs to one man: King Alaric Draxen Vortigern The ruthless ruler of Valemorra.....the Land of the Fallen Oath. A monarch forged in chaos and cruelty. Feared by his enemies, worshipped by his people, hated by the gods themselves. When Alessia appears in his throne room, lost, trembling, wearing clothes no one in his world has ever seen, she becomes his fascination. His curse. His obsession. The king who never wanted a queen finds himself consumed by a girl from another world..... a girl whose defiance lights the fire he thought long dead. But his desire is not gentle. It's possession. And his love is not salvation. It's captivity. She was light. He was ruin. And fate decided they would meet. To Alaric, love is not a word....it's a weapon. And Alessia is the battlefield. To him, she is not a guest. Not a stranger. Not even a prisoner. She is his..... to break, to worship, to keep. And if time dares to take her back, he will destroy it itself. Trapped between two eras, Alessia must choose: the world she left behind or the one that refuses to let her go. Because once the King claims something... he never returns it. ____________________ Read Prologue for details description

"Shhh... take it like the good girl you are." "I'm a good girl?" I whispered. He gazed up at me, eyes glowing in amusement. "Do you want me to prove it to you?" My eyes glistened with his reflection. "I can prove it to you," he answered, "but I'll be mean about it." "How can you prove it to me...?" I asked him. He smirked. "Ahh, you're too innocent for your own good. Do you even recognize what I'm doing right now?" My eyes glittered. He smiled wickedly. "This." I gasped when something slid into a spot that had been left cold for years, catching the comforter to try to hold something as he started torturing me. "What did I say?" he responded, smiling up as I tried to breathe. "What did I say?" "Take it like a good girl," I responded. "Are you a good girl?" he asked me. I nodded numbly, trying to keep my composure. His eyes darkened with mischief. "Then prove it." When a girl who's secretly naughty meets a boy who's outwardly bad. And he knows what she does every night before bed. A somewhat slow burn mafia romance where a girl meets a mysterious savior who stands outside her window, covered in shadows. He vowed to protect her from the serial killer who'd been killing everyone she loved, and he didn't care how nervous she was around him. They belonged together. When a secret submissive meets her dominant soulmate. Things start to unfold. (Obsession is part of the Mafia Realm, but is not part of a series)

Blade's eyes turned cold. Like a dark colored ocean that just froze. He took a frightening step forward so now his face was only inches from my face, even with his height, making my breath hitch in my throat. I could no longer breath. No longer see people repeatedly walking past my house. No longer hear those birds in the tree that were begging me to run. I could only see his dark blue eyes that held so much danger and anger. I could only hear his rapid breathing and even his fast heartbeat. I was just that dazed into his stare.... more like glare. "Is there someone else?" he said so low no one could hear but me. And I heard him. So clearly. I heard the threat telling me to say yes for he can make whoever the competition is disappear. I heard the anger he held behind his low tone. I heard the jealousy beyond anything. That was what clouded over everything. "N-no," I stuttered. I'm angry to admit I was scared. How he towered over me didn't make it any better. Standing proudly at maybe a 6'4 or 6'5. While I stood at a 5'5. He scanned my face trying to look for any sign of me lying. And when he backed up I knew he couldn't find one because what I said was indeed true. To be honest there was only him. And it seems like that is what it will always be. The all famous gang leader and tough girl, cross paths. He hates disrespect and that's what she's all about. How do you think this will all play out in the end?

#1 in Horror - 11/17/15 "Shhh, don't make a sound." I feel a grip around my neck feeling his hot breath on my ear. "Or I'll kill you here and now." He whispers as I felt something sharp on the side of my waist that was piercing the surface of my skin. My heart pounds heavily my breathing became strained causing me to exhale faster and heavier. We stood inside my bedroom feet away from my sleeping husband he pulls me closer to his body moving backwards to the hallway. I could only follow hoping that my life would be spared. Suddenly, we stopped by the edge of the staircase. "You're mine." He whispers in a hoarse tone placing a kiss on my cheek hitting me on the head with the back of the knife. I was seeing double. I was feeling dizzy, everything was spinning. I felt like I was in slow motion groaning at the pain looking down the stairs. That's the last thing I see before I black out. A/N: WARNING, there is profanity, gory scenes and mild sexual content throughout the book. For all you grammar nazi's. This is by no means a final draft. There are many errors and I'll get to them. Don't read if you find my grammar shitty. Lmao.

7 deadly demons and a freshman college girl. Surprisingly, they will become more attached to each other, than anyone could have predicted. *** Running away from her sorrowful past, Hailie decides to start college and moves into a new house on the suburbs. From the beginning everything seems quite strange. The neighbors stay away from her and a local handsome policeman knocks on her door with a warning. Little did she know the house is haunted by 7 demons, each corresponding to a deadly sin. Seeing her as devastated and tormented as she is, they make a baffling decision to help Hailie get back on her feet. But demons have an unusual and fearsome way of helping... ✨ 1st place in The Frosty Awards, category horror/mystery ✨ ✨ 1st place in The Golden Writer Awards, category paranormal ✨

When a van accident strands eighteen-year-old Lily deep in the forest, survival becomes a matter of silence and fear. While her classmates lie unconscious, a stranger takes her away-forcing her into isolation with no clear escape. He is charming, dangerous, and terrifyingly patient. She is shy, frightened, and trying to stay alive. As days blur together, fear slowly twists into dependence. Boundaries break. Reality bends. What begins as terror becomes something far more confusing-and far more dangerous. Trapped between instinct and emotion, she must confront the terrifying truth: sometimes the mind survives by betraying the heart. A dark psychological romance where control masquerades as care, and survival comes at an unsettling cost. ⚠️ Content Warning: kidnapping, psychological manipulation, trauma, violence. Reader discretion advised.

FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.