Siena Xander moved to London five years ago for a fresh start. After an abrupt end to her last job, she scores a role as a barmaid at one of London's high-end, members-only clubs named Phoenix, owned by mysterious and gorgeous Domenico Boleyn-Carter. From the first shift, Siena begins to notice odd things and dodgy behaviours. As she finds herself getting involved into the action, she realises there's more to this job than she realised. As love blossoms between the employee and the employer, she finds herself more suited to the life than she realised, but she has her life at stake, which is a lot to sacrifice for the sake of love. ~ His eyes frown slightly as he places the same hand on my waist again. "Are you scared of me?" I glance down at his lips. "Never. Only more intrigued." He scoffs with amusement, actually showing his teeth for once. "You're something else, you." Mature. 18+ | TW: assault, violence, language. | Don't copy my shit | Be nice :) ** UNEDITED - WILL EDIT ONCE COMPLETED **

RATED MATURE | Completed ✔ Held captive at the hands of vampires to be auctioned off to the vampire clan called the PureBloods. I'm held hostage, tortured, and abused while in custody. Scarred, afraid, and damaged; I tried to stay positive but it only got worse when I was finally auctioned off to the PureBloods clan. The leaders son loved the image of me but despised the human self that I was; too damaged for my own good. Can a blood sucking, evil vampire love a human who has been broken beyond boundaries, or will I flee for a life and hide among humans baring a secret that can't ever be spoken of. Rank #22 In Vampire 06/18/2018 Rank #12 In Vampire 06/23/2018

I'm a vampire allergic to blood, and they say vampires are immortal. They fucking lied. A stake to the heart? Cute. The truth is blood-our own. Feeding on vampires keeps you eternal. Fall in love with a mortal (with them loving you back) and immortality unravels-first your fangs, then your power, then your life. For me, Auren Vale, that sounds like salvation. Two hundred years is too long to suffer when every drop of blood burns like fire. I'm ready to end it all. Then I meet Sienna Moren-the girl whose blood feels like poison and paradise. Loving her could kill me. Protecting her could destroy us all. And I've never wanted anything more. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⠤⣄⡴⠚⠛⢶⡋⠁⠈⠳⣄⠀⠙⢦⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠴⠶⢶⣏⠀⠀⠈⠳⣄⠀⠀⠙⢦⠀⠀⠘⢧⠀⠈⢷⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢰⡇⠀⠀⠀⠙⢧⡀⠀⠀⠘⣧⠀⣀⣼⠧⡤⠴⠻⢦⡀⠸⡇⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣠⠟⠙⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⢷⠶⠶⠚⠉⠉⠉⠀⢰⠇⠀⠀⡼⠙⢦⡇⠀⠀ ⠀⣼⠃⠀⣠⠟⣹⠶⣄⡀⠘⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡟⠀⠀⡼⠁⣤⣄⠁⠀⠀ ⢰⠇⠀⣸⠃⡴⠃⠀⠈⠛⣦⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣆⡀⠘⠳⣤⣸⡌⢳⡄⠀ ⣼⠀⢀⡟⢰⠇⠀⠀⢤⡀⠙⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢷⡄⠀⠉⢻⡇⠈⢷⡀ ⣿⠀⢼⠃⡟⠀⠀⠀⢸⠙⢦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣆⢀⣼⠧⣄⠈⣇ ⢿⠀⠘⢦⡙⠳⣤⣀⣼⠀⠈⣧⠀⣀⡀⢀⣠⣤⣤⡶⠛⠛⢻⠀⠀⣿⠀⢻ ⠈⠳⣄⠀⠙⠶⣤⠉

Everyone at Blackthorn High knows about them. The group you don't mess with. Too perfect, too cold, too dangerous. People whisper about disappearances, accidents..but no one ever says it out loud. At the center of it all is him -Lucian Moreau. Beautiful, Untouchable. The guy everyone secretly wants and everyone's smart enough to fear. He's the type you don't look at for too long, unless you want trouble. I never thought he'd even notice me. I'm nobody. Just Lia Hayes ,quiet, invisible, not part of that world. But then he did notice me. And the way he looks at me.. it's not normal. I should run,I should scream, I should stay away. But instead, I keep getting pulled closer. And the scariest part? I don't know if I want him to stop.

This story is about a demon named G. He experiences pain, suffering and happiness, joy like we humans experience. He finds people fascinating but also repulsive, especially when they spread suffering. (Btw this is my first story, so excuse me if anything is weird or something.)

"A villainess script? Please, I was born to be the Main Character." Charlotte, an elite hacker, accidentally triggers a transcendent [Otome System] and is thrust into the multiverse. Her role? The notorious villainess, the cannon fodder destined for a gory end. 　　The system's directive is simple: Make every male lead fall hopelessly in love with her and dismantle the original protagonist. 　　From a framed idol trainee to a disgraced werewolf outcast, she uses her genius intellect and lethal charm to hard-hack the plot of every world she enters. 　　"I'm going to flip the script and change the ending." 　　Whether it's the cold, repressed CEO, the fiery younger idol, the obsessive Werewolf King, or the two-faced screen legend - they all lose their minds for her. 　　(The obsessive CEO): "Don't you dare look at anyone else. You are the only one I see!" 　　(The Alpha King): "You can't flee my territory. Your blood? It belongs to me." 　　Just as the male leads' affection levels max out, the system demands a final choice. Will she... AUTHOR'S NOTE 👑 Daily Drops: 9 PM (UTC+8) 💖 The Promise: 16 Immersive Worlds | Exclusive Bonus Chapters for EVERY Male Lead! 🔥 Join Charlotte and let the heart-hunting begin!

A prophecy followed Dmitri Volkov like a curse. It claimed he carried the soul of Olkov, the first vampire, a creature so ancient that even legends faltered when speaking his name. Dmitri never cared for prophecies, but the world did. His parents feared what lived in him. His people bowed to him. One wrong look from him could decide who survived the night. Still, there was a truth he never admitted. He wanted the bond his kind had lost. The kind of love that could break an immortal in half and rebuild him. He mocked it when he saw it in others, but he longed for it in silence. He sat hidden in the darkest corner of his Russian club, bourbon sharp on his tongue, bass shaking the floor under his boots. The room pulsed with heat and sin, but none of it touched him. Then it came. A scent. Soft. Warm. Alive. It hit him so hard his chest tightened. His guards tensed as he sat forward, hair falling from his face. The noise faded. The crowd blurred. He followed the scent like it pulled him by the spine. A voice followed it. Gentle. Shy. Tinged with irritation. It slid through the room and wrapped around him like a tether. His eyes found her. Red hair cascading to her waist. Golden skin lit up by the neon glow. A camera at her side. She stood in a world she did not belong to, unaware of the predator watching her from the shadows. He begged her to turn. She did. Their eyes met, and her soft gasp shattered something inside him. For the first time in centuries, Dmitri Volkov felt his dead heart try to wake. * I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE *

What is on the top floor? That's what everyone is asking. People seem to get promoted to the top floor but you never seem to see them around anymore? And has anyone ever seen the CEO anyway? No? Me neither. There were rumours about him being some kind of playboy billionaire but ...... no one seems to know what he looks like? He is on the top floor ..... What is on the top floor? I don't even want to know to be honest. "CONGRATULATIONS YOU HAVE JUST BEEN PROMOTED TO THE TOP FLOOR........ " Damn it!

Some doors should never be opened. Some monsters wear beautiful faces. When Nairobi accepts a job at the most elite nightclub in Eldoria, she expects long nights, difficult customers, and a paycheck that will keep her afloat. what she doesn't expect is....him. Lucian Feared. Untouchable. Beautiful in ways that storms are beautiful....from a distance. The club hides secrets. People go missing. The staff doesn't ask questions. And the police? They already belong to him. But when Nairobi witnesses something she was never meant to see, she learns one terrifying truth: In Lucian's world... leaving is not an option. And worse? The more she fears him... The more she is drawn to him. Because some monsters don't chase. They claim.

❗️Mature❗️ The weight of his fingers inside the wet mess in my core made me lose control, I didn't even know my body could do things like that. He went faster, and faster and faster. Until I was practically moaning his name, and the look in his eyes told me he'd liked it. Just as I was close to release, he removed his fingers, and I let out a groan. His hands was still around my neck as he leaned forward, for a minute I thought he was going to kiss me, but that idea was carried away with the wind, instead he came closer to my ear and whispered. "Trouble makers aren't allowed to get pleasure." Then he let go... ~~~ 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓪 was a daddy's girl, getting whatever she wants whenever she wants, but after her parents died in a house fire she decided to leave her spoil behavior behind her. Until the day she met Nicolas.