Dark, riveting, passionate, love, betrayal, revenge, evil Warning!!!! This is a first draft. If you want the new edited version please check out "Royal Pain (Rewritten)" I will be continuing the story in that book from now on. Three identical vampire princes are searching for a human girl to one day rule their kingdom. Little did they know that Deva was not like the rest of the girls. She does everything to sabotage her chances but it isn't enough to shield her heart. Eventually the twisting and pulling force her guard down and she falls; she falls so deeply it hurts. Her vulnerability will lead her down a dark winding path she was never ready for. Vampires, a kingdom, a crown, love were just the tip of her iceberg. I promise this is a book that will not disappoint.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

A short collection of modern war poetry 1995 - 2014 Highly personal, this short anthology draws on the writer's experiences as a soldier and officer of the British Army in conflict zones in Europe, Africa, Iraq and Afghanistan. Although, the majority of these poems are previously unpublished, a number were published in the 2011 anthology 'Heroes: 100 Poems from the new generation of war poets' published by Ebury press. The 'Heroes' poems were selected for publication by a panel that included Carol Ann Duffy (the UK Poet Laureate), Simon Rae (Radio 4's 'Poetry Please') and General Lord Dannatt The poem 'Care Under Fire' was featured on BBC TV's 'The One Show'. Please be warned: the poem 'Convoy Stop' contains what many regard as the most offensive word in the English language.

{CLOSED Rp} Takes place twenty years in the future of our time. Technology and humanity has progressed and time and time again we face off what could be the end of our existence, but something not expected claims the world and our lives. The Nervola is a separate dimension from our own, and is something a special group of scientists have studied for years. When this dimension suddenly collides with our own, the very fabric of reality is ripped apart as our world is thrown into chaos. An unlikely apocalypse claims the Earth, and what little humanity is left must survive and find a way out of the twisted dimensions. Join Luna Heartsworth, daughter of the head of the Nervola project, as she strives to find the truth behind her father's research to save what's left of the dimension she and everyone else called home. When it all points to the origin, Luna and friends must journey to the end of the world and brave the thrones of creatures out to kill them. Not only that, but a warped parallel world awaits them on this adventure. The question is: Can they survive an apocalypse?

A young boy, Adam, discovers a gold medallion in a lump of coal. He keeps it as a curious good luck piece for the next twenty years, until as a scientist, he discovers it contains a message and is clearly alien. Join Adam and his colleague, Linda, as they embark upon an adventure of revelation, ultimately giving up all they hold dear to discover who we are and who put us here.

**AMAZON BESTSELLER & SUMMER INDIE BOOK AWARDS TOP 3 WINNER IN NEW ADULT FICTION** Straight-laced Kelsey loathes the college party scene, despite her best friend's efforts to help her "let loose" and live a little. But one night, under rather unpleasant circumstances, she meets Mark and finds herself falling for him despite his involvement in the very lifestyle she so vehemently despises. While wrestling her own personal demons, Kelsey's capacity for forgiveness is tested-repeatedly-as Mark plunges in and out of the treacherous waters of self-destruction and unpredictability. In time, she begins to question whether his behavior is just typical of someone living the "college experience" or if perhaps a deeper problem exists that she is not equipped to handle. Will love see them through to calmer shores? Or will their fractured fairytale ultimately leave them feeling empty?

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

Madness can only be written in blood. //#1 in Horror, #1 in Action, #34 in Humour and WATTY AWARD WINNER: One of the Most Addictive Stories of 2014 and Featured Story//A Horror Comedy by 8tracks// You can't spell 'manslaughter' without 'laughter'. An adventure in which she takes great pleasure in seeing a whole lot of blood. CAUTION: Contains sick humour and terrifying insanity. Thus, no lighthearted readers allowed. // Are you ready? Because "some say to survive, you have to be Mad As A Hatter." Cover by @xHeyItsAnnax amazing trailer by @carpe-di3m

"Our next is a girl of eighteen summers. She has smooth, unblemished skin and has been schooled in the arts of love and seduction. But most of all, she is untouched." my auctioneer and captor said as he paraded me in front of the men. They eyed their fill of my body but they were forbidden to touch. "Bidding starts at two hundred pieces of silver." I was returned towards the stage as the men stated their prices. I was a rare commodity: a slave girl yet untouched, eighteen, fertile when the land has been struck with a plague that left women barren. The price for me reached eight hundred silver coins and many have already backed down. "Two hundred gold coins!" a man spoke up. It was he, the man who stared at me with passion and desire in his eyes moments ago. That was quite a sum for a slave! "Two hundred gold coins going once, twice... Sold to the King of Ivaris!" the auctioneer shouted. There it was. My fate was sealed. I am a love slave and it is just my luck that I am sold to the same cruel king that destroyed my kingdom. *A story of love, of gods and goddesses, of reincarnation and magic, intrigue and betrayal, of kings and war...*