Once upon a time, a girl was sent away. No trial. No second chance. Just a story everyone believed because it was easier that way. Five years later, she comes back. This is the part where, in a Disney movie, she'd forgive everyone, hug her family, and learn the power of love. Instead, Gianna De Santis learns how to break bones, keep secrets, and survive rooms that were never meant to be safe. The family expects a villain. The kingdom expects obedience. And some Princes are not always charming . There are no fairy godmothers here. Only men with power, women with knives, and lies that refuse to stay buried. And while everyone's busy wondering if Gianna is still dangerous- They forget to ask the real question: What happens when the girl they tried to erase comes back sharper... and finally decides to stop being nice? Because this isn't a Disney movie. And the girl who survived the tower doesn't believe in happily ever after- She believes in consequences.

Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson Dr. Jean Broody is a hot-headed, happy-go-lucky type of person whose world is filled with sex and merriment. He believes that people should not allow society to dictate how they must live their lives because life is too short. With a successful career, the love of his family, money, and an endless supply of willing ladies at his beck and call, he thinks he has it all. Till Bradley sweeps into his life like a storm and brings with him an unexpected awakening that brings Jean to his knees. Lt. Bradley Jackson is an honest-to-goodness bad-ass and intense person who doesn't care much for fun. A survivor of a dark and rough childhood, he is a strong advocate of discipline. When he's forced to live with Jean, the most laid-back person he's ever met, he's pushed to explore his deepest desires. He recognizes something in Jean that calls to him. Something that he needs...something he can't resist. When these two completely different personalities find themselves together, things take a dangerous, intense and exciting turn that shocks both of them. How will Jean cope when he finds himself in uncharted territory that threatens to change who he is? Can Bradley survive the desperate, soul-deep desire within, in the face of the hovering danger that could destroy both of them? This story contains hot explicit sexual scenes, graphic language, mind-blowing passion and total hotness. Brace yourselves! Peace! (Cover by the amazing SuperSonicPaGer)

• Winner of a #wattpad4 contest • Nathaniel and Vallery Reed have never spent more than a year at the same place. Due to their father's work and their mom not wanting the family to be separated, each time Mr. Reed got reassigned, the whole family moved. Nathaniel thought that his Junior year was going to be like any other - he'd go to school, meet new people, keep his grades up and try to keep his twin sister Vallery out of trouble. What he didn't expect was too see Hunter Harris making out with a guy and then setting his eyes on Nat himself. With Vallery's unceasing antics, Hunter hot on his trail and a new female classmate falling for him, Nathaniel's year is going to be a lot more than he'd envisioned. **** • Best rating for this story so far: General Fiction #26, Humor #140 • Completed • Draft • Proofread • © 2018 Dilyana Kyoseva (CatMint5) All Rights Reserved

Five years ago, Alan Thorpe was a happy, social, pokemon loving boy that everyone in the small town of Nashville, Indiana loved. But that all changed when his parents died in a car crash, leaving him to live with his aunt in New York. Now Alan comes back to his hometown, but he's not the same happy boy he was once before. No one recognizes him at all and he wants it to stay that way. All he wants is to finish high school, ignored and left alone. The only problem with his plan: The rich, popular, Chase O'Neil taking an interest in him. As Alan fights his past demons, he will discover that there is much more he has to go through in order to achieve the happiness that he wants so badly. Will Alan find that happiness, or will he forever be haunted by his dark past? (THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED, MEANING THERE WILL BE MANY MISTAKES. IF YOU FIND ANY MISTAKES, PLEASE COMMENT AND TELL ME. IT BUGS ME THAT THERE ARE MISTAKES, BUT I WON'T BE ABLE TO EDIT IT FOR QUITE SOME TIME. SO DO TELL ME. PLEASE.)

Emily is an angel shifter. Emily's parents died when she was 4. Ever since then, her grandparents took care of her all the way till she was 7. After all of her family leaves her by herself, she fends for herself for 12 years. With only her angel, Zamora to help her. When Emily hurts one of her wings and goes crashing down, right into the lycan kings territory. What will happen when they meet? ( This book is also available on an app called "dreame"

"You are mine to kiss," Damian kisses me and runs his hands through my hair. "You're mine to own," He sank his teeth into my shoulder, marking me and owning me forever since we were mates. "You are mine too fuck," He bends me over his desk, thrusting deep inside of me. "You are mine to love," He trails kisses all over my neck, whispering words of love and affection in my ear. "You. Are. Mine." Damian Reed gives me a beautiful diamond ring, which must cost a fortune, but he doesn't care how much money he spends on me, he could give me the world. Damian Reed is my stepbrother, we have a strained relationship, we always avoided each other, and I think he hates my existence. He's an Alpha, he's hot, cruel and a total player, jumping between girls since he doesn't believe in mates. Until he finds out that I'm his mate, his omega, our bond is forbidden and taboo, but he sets his mind to own every single part of me even if he has to kill those around him. [𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬]

Black Moon Series Book #1 Warning: Mature content, graphic language, gay, polyamorous French food is my healthy pleasure. Sex is my stress-relief pleasure. Threesomes are my guilty pleasure. Born the single child of the most open-minded parents, I bathed in cooking ever since I was a child; now I own several restaurants and well intend to grow my business. Ever since I lost my V-card, sex has been my way to cope with busy life and stress; today, I am a Dominant at the Black Diamond, a BDSM club in Chicago owned by my childhood friend Aaron. There, I discovered the kinkiest lifestyle, and I indulge in the pleasure of multiple-partner sex. But I would like to settle down with the perfect Submissive now. My name is Mark Murray, and I'm shooting for the moon, but I might hit a star. Laziness, boisterousness and wild sex are my mottos. I'm a dropped out, an unstable soul who doesn't know what he wants in life, and if it weren't for my best friend Liam, I'd probably be a homeless. I am hyperactive, a young man full of life who is bubbling with energy, and this is why people usually like me despite my flaws. And I'm a sex on legs... a libertine, bi-sexual, volatile, I don't know what love is, but I've had all the possible experiences in sex. Or so I thought. That was until I discovered my best friend's secret life... in a BDSM club. My name is Shannon Watts, and my life is about to change as a Submissive. I had a happy childhood, until both my parents died and left me an orphan. At 18, I ran away from my aunt's town to live in Chicago, dreaming to become a skilled cook. Now I work in the best French restaurant of the city, where I would love to move on from the dishwasher position to that of cook, but things don't always go as planned. I'm a solitary guy, barely average-looking and very shy, so I spend my free time vicariously living through the gay romances and BDSM books I read. My name is Alex Simmons, and I wish the fictions I read would turn out real.

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

Cinde, that's his name. A slave to his family and to anyone he might know. When the eclipse comes to town the werewolf kingdom's only hope at surviving is gathering in the castle, where a shard of moon rock is perched high, graceful in its standing. When he is banned from the ball however the only thing he can do is sneak in despite his family's knowledge. Everything is going fine, that is until he runs into the king, and finds out they are mates... Then attempts runs away, which does not make King Veldore happy, not at all. "King's don't get rejected Cinde, Alpha's don't get rejected." __________________________________________________ Trigger Warning: This story a D/s novel and contains noncon. If you don't know what that means please look it up. ￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣

He climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. The white button-up shirt was now stained with blood. His body fit perfectly against mine. The one thing that truly sent shivers down my spine was the gun on his waist and the blood covering his hands. Those once innocent eyes were filled with insanity, pouting his lips he slowly placed his hand against my face, dragging it across slowly-covering me in blood. "Red looks good on you" His voice came out quiet, a small smile spreading on his face. He was merely a psychopath-This little mafia leader of mine.