Born as one of Cedrick Dulane's farm-bred humans, Alice has always known her place in the world. She is an animal. Property of the Dulane estate. One permitted to live as long as she is useful to her sibla master and can produce offspring to supply the human meat trade. But when Alice is pushed past her breaking point she has a choice to make. Can she continue as the animal she was bred to be? Or might she just find a way to take a stand and fight back! *Note: This book is a prequel to After Humanity. You do not have to read After Humanity to read Voices of Humanity but it will def make for a different experience if you have.

* 2017 WATTY WINNER!* Blurb: Humans are at the top of the food chain and always have been. But what if they weren't? What if another took our place and decided to raise and exploit us as we have every other animal on earth? Welcome to a world after humanity... No one is exactly certain where the sibla came from. Some say they evolved from humans long ago, slowly taking power as their numbers increased. Taller, stronger, and longer-lived, than homo sapiens it isn't too hard to imagine. Now humans must face a reality in which they are no more than animals, domesticated beasts bred for their master's various needs and hungers. Rachel Turner is only eight years old. Born in Demin, one of the last remaining free human settlements on earth, she has never been forced to face the reality of life under a sibla Master, living a carefree existence in her hidden village. Magnus Kendrick is a sibla farmer with a sizable estate on which he raises all manner of livestock, from chickens, to sheep, to...humans. He is also the man destined to purchase Rachel's life. *Warning: This book contains a certain degree of gore and disturbing themes Beautiful cover by @my_fairytale 2016 Fright Fest Gold Winner Cryptic's Choice 2017 WATTY Winner ( Story Smiths category) *All Rights Reserved

Kiara Athena Carpenter, 16, mentally ill and quite traumatized. The youngest of the Carpenter siblings and also the only girl which makes her the mafia princess. How can somebody be sad with all that money? Well... How is it to live with 5 brothers? Well... ------------ "Kie, please let me help you" he begged me again. "No I'm okay" I said glaring at him. "You're bleeding and you can barely breathe, just please let me help you" he begged. "There's two of you" I laughed. "Shit" I heard him mumble before everything went dark. ------------ TW: contains mature themes which will be mentioned before each chapter. !!ED, SH, SA and abuse mentioned!! Don't copy my book 😡 ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE 🏆#1 in triggerwarning (May 6th 2023) 🏆#1 in 5brothers (May 27th 2023) 🏆#1 in deadparents (June 1st 2023) 🏆#1 in multilingual (November 28th 2023)

Oakley Sommers has gotten herself into a bit of a situation. After a night she thought she'd be having fun , ended up turning into a wild night that she'll never forget. What was supposed to be getaway for a short period of time ended up becoming a scary event that could have ended poorly. But , luckily , she had two knights in shining armor come to her rescue , or rather , knights in shining dresses. Enter Salem Marabelle and Venus Coralee. Two dommes who have been living together for the past two years. They have a complicated relationship with each other , they love each other , but not in a romantic way. "Love can't spawn from lust." Salem has always said , but what happens when one added addition to their dynamic changes the entirety of their relationship , throws that whole idea off the rails and makes Salem rethink everything. Who would have guessed that this new addition would have been the final push to make the knights collide.

She was a simple commoner who was looked down upon for being a halfblood. They were the queens of her kingdom, cruel, sadistic, bloodthirsty, savage, and feared by all. They could make even the gods themselves tremble in their presence. And she will have to work for them as their maid. It is well known that the maids in the castle don't survive long. One mistake could cost Astra her head, even the tiniest one. And being in the same room with even one of the Queen, will that risk rises rather dramatically. Luckily, Astra isn't a normal girl which draws the attention of the demon queens who become rather interested in her. Very interested.

Olivia has spent most of her life surviving. Surviving fear. Surviving instability. Surviving the kind of loneliness that makes you feel too much and not enough all at once. When she ends up living with Lu, she doesn't know what to do with softness. With patience. With being cared for in ways that don't come with conditions. But healing isn't pretty, and safety doesn't come easy. Between nightmares, meltdowns, regression, shutdowns, and the constant fear of being too much, Olivia has to learn that love isn't supposed to hurt-and Lu has to prove, over and over again, that she isn't going anywhere. A story about trauma, healing, autism, age regression, found family, and learning how to call a place home. This is book 1

❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

My heart hammered against my chest as I saw who was standing infront of me. I thought I had enough time to flee, guess not. I looked behind his back intending to run through the door, away from his heated gaze. "Don't you dare." His voice still made me cower in submission, even after all these days. "I won't tell what happened between us to anyone, sir. Please, let me go." "Never. I don't fucking care even if the whole world knows about us." There was that stubborn, harsh edge in his tone that ended any protest before it could rise in my throat. I had to get out of here before he did something I would regret. "I told you to wait until I came back didn't I?" Yes, he did, but that was the only chance I had to run away from his shackles and I wasn't no fool to not take that chance. Even if I was regretting it now. "Nothing can happen-" "Strip." His command made my reasoning with him pause. "Wh-what?" I didn't mean to stutter, but I was also one second away from fainting on the velvety carpet. "You know it won't take me a second to tear that pretty dress off of your body, so don't make me come there." I knew he could tear it off without even getting one hair out of place. As it wouldn't be the first time he would be doing so. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ [18+] Diamonds always stay hidden. It is us who have to find them.

When seventeen-year-old Princess Arianna wakes up in a hospital bed, she remembers everything-except herself. She knows the history, politics, and geography of her kingdom, but not her own childhood, family, or the night that nearly killed her. Doctors call it amnesia. The court calls it a crisis. As Arianna returns to a palace full of secrets, she begins to uncover disturbing truths about her past, her family, and the price of power. Someone wanted her silent. Someone may still want her gone. Caught between royal duty and a new, frightening freedom, Arianna must decide who she wants to become. Because when memory disappears, identity is no longer inherited-it is chosen.

"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)