This is a book that will contain extras and paragraphs from my other stories that are PG13 - because I don't want them to be rated R. I decided to create this book for R rated paragraphs with sexual contents, and also for some R rated short stories.

This is not a story for the soft hearted. This is not a story for the closed minded. This is a story for those with a little of the Devil inside. "The sadness of music sifted through me like grains of sand; every note fell into the cracks of my bones and wedged its pieces, becoming parts of me. The melancholy tasted bitter-sweet on my skin; every piano key carried the flavor of his chapped fingertips. The exquisitiness of the soul harmony softened my armored heart; it stripped it bare, delicate, exposed to Apollo who wished not only to be a warrior with a bow, but also to pierce hearts with a song." A new age story of Gods favourite angel, and of one naive girl who still believes in fairytales and forever afters.

Once upon a time I was seven years old, also seven was my lucky number. I gradpuated seventh in my class fell off my bike when I was seventeen and had to get seven stitches in my head. I also fell in love with Seven during the summer of '07. Seven Lambardi. Yes that name still sends a longing through my bones. He was my Italian bad boy whom my father despised and did everything to split us up. Seven was poor and that's what my rich father had against him. I never completely forgot about Seven and in my early twenties the fates tossed us together once more and oh how the tables had turned. Join me through the seven deadly sins. I promise you want regret it.

Doc Vineson was a flame. Isis wanted to burn. Chaos ensued.

{Sample} A queer, slow-burn steamy gothic horror novel about rediscovering yourself after trauma--with kinky, blood-drinking immortals and polyamory. ~ He gripped her red locks firmly and pulled her head aside, baring her neck. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to rise. "I may own your body, but it's your soul that I want." ⚜ After losing hearth and home, Meya attempts to escape the traumatic memories by travelling east. In 13th century Tristanja, however, it's not safe to be alone. A local slave trader catches wind of the kinless woman and abducts her in the dead of night. Beaten and abused, the now meek Meya is sold to Lord Deminas. He's known to be cruel, yet becomes strangely protective of his new chambermaid, punishing anyone who dares hurt her. After cutting her to drink her blood, he even uses his own to heal her wounds. Meya and her paramour wonder if Deminas' dark secret is why servants regularly vanish, including the lord's previous chambermaids. However, the two women quickly learn that Lord Deminas isn't the only danger lurking in the castle's shadows. ~*~ A published version, containing exclusive 🔥 content, is available via shimaira.com Note: This story takes place in the same universe as the Lucius series. Still, they are both standalone.

Highest ranking in Paranormal #238(so far. hopefully it will get higher. lol) Highest ranking in Priest #6 (13/05/2018) Highest ranking in Innocence #2 (23/05/18) Highest rank in orphan #766 (24/07/18) Highest rank in Demon #1 (20/05/22) THIS IS NOT A WOLF NOVEL. For centuries, the small village of Asra has been haunted by a beast of the forest. The beast would come every night and ravish the village. Fifteen years ago, villagers came up with this idea to offer the beast yearly sacrifices of 18 year old virgins. Raven is the village orphan. She is an outcast in the village. She never knew her parents. Her mother was murdered by the villagers and her father is an unknown man. After years of abuse from the villagers she ran away. She went into the deepest part of the forest. There she met the beast. Raven wasn't scared of him. Instead she was intrigued. The beast thought the child was insane. She came every day to see him, chattering about nothing important. Over time he started to warm up to her. Through the years they developed a sort of friendship. But what will the two do when on her eighteenth birthday, the village priest decides that Raven would be the sacrifice for that year? Will the beast kill his friend like he did the others? Or will he free her? ~~~~~~

★★★TOP 5 WATTPAD ROMANCE NOVEL (reached #5)!★★★ When Sera's new art teacher mistakes her for a model and demands that she strip naked, sparks start to fly. Will Mr Marek be able to keep his student at arm's length after seeing everything she has to offer? His Model Student is the latest SIZZLINGLY HOT student-teacher romance from Noël Cades.

" You were little, and very precious." The dark shadow spoke, it had a deep manly voice that sounded very familiar to her ears, it was very low and attractive. She watched the shadow as it moved lightly, still not showing their identity to her glowing and curious eyes, those perfect rounded eyes that everyone fell for. With her small frame sitting up and on the edge of the luxurious looking chair, she tried to say a word, scream in terror but he throat locked up, she remembered that she could not utter a word, but at the moment, she wished she could. " They took you away, and I was the reason of it," She watched him as he explained under the darkness, making small motion with his hand. " Your name is Cecilia, perfect," He mumbled the last word to himself in admiration, yet she found it odd how his voice had an effect on her, a good thing or bad, she doesn't know. She sat there, and continued to hear him speaking, say whatever he wanted to say, and she just listened. " You have became.. a luscious little woman, and I will do whatever it takes to save you." ••••••• WARNING⚠️: this book contains strong words and sensitive scenes, read at your own risk. Copyright©2018 By Sheen the author. All Rights Reserved.

Darco Thor is a vicious gang leader running the biggest gang in Valley city. Tori Tucker is a poor 20 year old girl working at her aunt's shop in Valley city and studying to become a teacher. What happens when those two meet and Tori becomes Darco's one and only soft spot?

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.