A prince, rumored to be son of the Devil. He is the definition of Danger. He is the Darkness itself. A princess. Imprisoned in her own home, only to come out once she gets married. But married to whom? *** Once upon a time, the Devil fell in love with one of the King's many wives. One night he went to her room disguised as her husband and made love to her. She got pregnant with his child. Knowing this The King ordered her execution believing his wife cheated on him, but then the Devil appeared to the king making him a deal. In exchange for great power for his Kingdom, the King will let his wife Sire The Devil's Child. The King who was greedy for power agrees to the deal and his Kingdom becomes one of the most powerful Kingdoms and the Devil's Child the seventh Prince of the Kingdom. Being a princess probably sounds nice. A life full of luxury, beautiful dresses and nice shoes but for Hazel, there is nothing nice about being a princess. She can never go outside the palace, she can never have friends, she can never eat or say or wear whatever she wants and she can never choose the person she is going to marry. Soon she's getting married to a man she has never met, a prince rumored to be Son of the Devil. *Mature content.

Highest Ranking- 69 on 6/13/17 (Unedited) Georgia was a 23-year-old librarian, who hadn't had sex in two years. Her nomadic roommate, Dan, brings home a grown man that grew up with monkeys. Immediately several emotions attack her. Fear. Confusion. Lust. Georgia ends up having to teach him, and try to find his relatives. All without falling in love and in bed with the modern Tarzan.

"Child, he doesn't know anything about his own life. You think he's a mystery to you and the world? Little do you know that he's a mystery to himself. He doesn't know of the lies that surround him. He has dark secrets Rita, dark secrets that practically swallow him whole. He's in a dark place right now, and I know that deep inside, you know it too. I've seen the way you look at him. You look at him like he's someone worth giving up the world for. Be his light child. God knows he needs you." !@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&* Aretha Washington was never ready for the day that her life would change for the better. It sounds strange putting it that way right? At age 23, her only aspiration was to become a manager at The Maestri Hotel so that she could use her pay check to pay for her grandmother's cancer treatments. She meets four adorable identical quadruplet girls and they steal her heart without her knowing it. When she finds out that they belong to the mysterious CEO of Maestri Empires, she's astonished, but it also sparks curiosity within her. When she's unjustly fired for something she didn't do, it opens possibilities for her that she never would've seen coming. At age 29, Raphael Maestri is the CEO everyone's talking about, but that no-one knows anything about. He's at the top of his game, but things have to turn around for him to acquire an important deal. He thinks it's impossible for him to get what he wants, until he meets the woman who his little girls seem to have latched themselves onto. It would seem she holds the key to everything. Dark secrets are revealed. Carnal desires spark. Love grows. It's The Maestri Amour, a family love affair. !@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&* #4 General Fiction - 27 July 2015 #5 General Fiction - 15 July 2015 #7 General Fiction - 5 July 2015

Lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd forgotten to get a book from my locker, so I quickly went to get it. I was leaning on the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door, when warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move." Being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hand backwards. I heard a grunt and turned to find the person behind me now hunched over as they held onto a part of their face. "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. And then he looked up. The first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. It looked so smooth, and I almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering. It was him. Six. The most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook. I'm dead. *********** #11 Teen Fiction - 31 December 2015 #15 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015 #16 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015

**Only the bonus chapter is paid, the rest of the story is (and will stay) free!!** Libby Marks-Whelan is decidedly not a lady. Kicked out of nearly every finishing school in the country, she's shocked when her demure, straight-laced cousin Ella invites her to the royal court as attendant during her debutante season. What Ella fails to realize, however, is that Libby's brand of mischief is exactly the kind of distraction Prince Andrew is looking for during his inaugural season as an eligible bachelor. Cover designed by Adam Budny

She saw as he approached her only to pass her as he shuts the curtains, "Go to bed, I will be there momentarily." He said as he began to plunge the room into darkness . She had no choice she must, even if it will be against her will, he was her husband and it was his right. She walked to bed and frowned as she laid down closing her eyes, but as she heard nothing, she opened her eyes to see the room in darkness, hearing footsteps approaching the bed. The bed dipped under the new weight, he did nothing as she heard two thuds hit the floor. "Spread your legs." He said pulling the sheets from her not too gently as she had held them rather tightly as if they were the only thing that could stop him. She gasped when she had not complied to his request. She felt his hands ran up her bare legs lightly running his warm fingers up her legs pushing the fabric up to her waist. Rose felt her face heat with embarrassment as she tried to push back down her gown, but his hand stopped her attempts as he placed them on her side. Rose felt tears gathered in her eyes as he gently but firmly pushed her legs apart as he settled between her. Rose gasped as she felt something brush against her womanhood. She held her breath as her heart felt as if it had fallen to the pit of her stomach as fresh tear streaked down to the corner of her eyes as she held her breath shutting her eyes tightly awaiting the pain as she clenched the sheets into her fists. "Forgive me," he said as she felt him at her entrance. "ROSE!" Ranking HOT #1 12/11/2018 Ranking #1 - spinster 08/12/2019 Ranking Duchess HOT#8 05/07/2022

So the idea behind this story came to me in a dream. And then I couldn't stop thinking about Prince Harry and so here I am writing fan fiction about him

Emery De Bulgaria is a young, English heiress. Having lived her entire life at King James's court, Emery is completely ready for any marriage that could be thrown at her. Until King James told her just what he had in mind for her. Emery was to marry the Count of Dubois. A savage, unkind man that was only known for the rumors about him. He had never taken a wife, and Emery could certainly see why. Glum, and groomed Emery goes uncertainly to her dismal fate. Kane Dubois was pleased with the rumors that swirled about him in the courts. Darkly mysterious, no one truly knew who Kane was. He was unkind, and savage, but life had proven unkind, and savage was the way to survive. At least, that's how he thought until he met the raven haired, golden skinned, beauty destined to be his wife. Angry, and aroused Kane goes with uncertainly to his not so dismal future.

"You're a monster," I spat out. He turned around, his green eyes glaring daggers at me. If looks could kill then I'm sure I would have been dead by now. "Well you're a fucking bitch and you can't deny it. You know why, because you're in love with a monster." *.*. Daniel Collins was a monster and everyone knew that. Meeting him would be everyone's nightmare. He was cruel, heartless and just...evil. He murdered like it was an everyday chore and never once did he show an emotion other than hatred. Rosalynn Richards was an impetuous seventeen year old werewolf who dreamt of finding her mate just like any other. Unfortunately, fate can't help but pair them together. Will Rose be able to get her happy ending? Will she be able To Love a Monster?

1750 BC, Ancient Sumeria: When her home city is conquered by a notoriously cruel prince, Eliana's world is torn apart. Things go from bad to worse when he chooses her beloved sister for his concubine. ** This story was written around five years ago and subsequently had some parts unpublished while I put it out into the world on Amazon. It's been around for a while now so I decided it was time to republish the whole thing on here. Enjoy!