SONS OF ANARCHY meets BREAKING BAD *** Young and naïve, Everett's preference for bad boys lands him under the protection of a handsome biker named Knox. When a dangerous new attraction blossoms, will the two live long enough to explore it? *** While out partying with friends, Everett Robinson's night takes a dramatic turn when his date gets shot dead. Guilty by association, The Fallen Angels MC takes Everett for questioning. Knox, his grumpy new babysitter, is intimidating, attentive, quite literally murderous, and absolutely everything Everett swore he would no longer romantically pursue. Knox Hansley, aka The Beast, is the Enforcer for The Fallen Angels MC. An incident with their rivals starts a deadly war that puts a target on Everett's back. Between trying to stay alive and not letting a certain stubborn, curly-haired boy get too deep under his skin, Knox begins to question everything he ever knew about himself. In a wild case of opposites attract, as Everett and Knox work together to defeat their enemies, they will eventually discover something new worth fighting for... love. *** [ Feb 2023, Wattpad Editor's Picks ] [ Sept 2023, Featured on New & Hot List ] [ June 2024, Hit 500k Reads ] [ July 2024, Marked Complete] This book is an excerpt only. Coming to KU in 2025, so be on the lookout! Copyright © Amy N Johnson. All Rights Reserved.

Erin was just a student trying to escape his three bullies, only to fall down a rabbit hole and be called "Alice" since he resembles the Queen that saved them, and they need him to save Wonderland again. How could he fight against the Prince of Darkness who wants "Alice" for himself, while pretending to be the King of Heart's wife? And what of the real world who shares the same characters with this twisted Wonderland? ✅ completed

✔️completed "Let these three words tattoo in your brain... let it marinate in there, and get used to it digging down your brain until it buries into your bones: You. Are. Mine." When a new student arrives in an all boys' school run by gangsters, he is thrown into a dangerous web of rivalries between four gangs: Vermillion South, Azure East, Western Snow, and Dark North-each with its own unhinged leader, deadly secrets, and thirst for dominance. The new student quickly attracts attention by proving he's tougher than what he seems, refusing to align with the leaders trying to make him their own. But as tensions explode into an all-out gang war, he finds himself caught between deadly alliances and a forbidden affair. In this brutal battle for control, he must decide: fight for the crown or burn the entire throne to the ground.

"You're really pissing me off, Iggy, so I'm gonna give you two options. Either walk away or keep fucking provoking me and watch what happens," Ignatius' bottom lip caught between his teeth, Enlil's hot breath tickling his ear as the sylph leant in awfully close. One option was far more appealing than the other, though the other was far more practical. "Why would I walk away now, daddy?" Ignatius felt Enlil's arousal pressing against his clothed ass, making his own hardening cock twitch with anticipation. Was he really going through with it? He doubted it would just be a blowjob that time, he could still back out, Enlil wouldn't be mad. "I'd watch what you say next, princess, don't go giving me the wrong idea," Enlil spoke in a much softer voice, resting his hand on the wall to the left of Ignatius' head, his lips so close to the phoenix's ear they just grazed against the skin. Ignatius hesitated, guilty thoughts rushing into his mind, each one dissolving as Ignatius focused on how well his back fit into Enlil's chest. "Please," Ignatius whispered, sliding his hand up the wall to cover Enlil's, "please, daddy," Ignatius suddenly felt very vulnerable, fearful that Enlil would reject his advances. "Please what, princess? Tell daddy what you want," Enlil pressed his lips to the crook of Ignatius' neck, running his tongue over the curvature of his skin, coaxing a hushed moan from the phoenix. God, who had been kidding? How could he have ever resisted Enlil when he spoke to him like that? "You," Ignatius breathed, bringing Enlil's hand down to rest upon his throat, "I want you, daddy, all of you," Ignatius' breath caught in his throat as Enlil applied a hell of a lot more pressure than he had done before, no longer increasing it at a gradual pace. "It's about goddamn time, princess..." {Book Three of the Inamorate Series}

"You like it, baby?" Ambrose purred in Kyree's ear, "I picked the colour out just for you, remembered just how much you like it on me," Kyree groaned as Ambrose caught his earlobe between his teeth, biting down hard enough that he knew there would be a mark. "Out," Kyree demanded the tailor, pleased with how fast the little man scuttled from the room. The second Kyree heard the door click shut, he pressed Ambrose against the wall to the left of them, covering the demon's mouth with his own. Ambrose complied with a soft moan and a tug of Kyree's hair, his other hand clutching the lapel of Kyree's suit, as if holding himself up for fear his knees may buckle. Kyree's mouth trailed down Ambrose's neck, leaving one deep purple bruise after another across his demon's tanned skin. Ambrose's mewls and purrs were loud, then again, Ambrose always was loud, he knew it turned Kyree on. Kyree was marking his lover, knowing that all eyes would be on them tonight, he wanted everyone to know what was his. "Mine," he murmured against Ambrose's abused flesh, nipping at the place just below his lover's jaw, marvelling in the primal groan that resonated through him. "Yours," Ambrose agreed, his chest heaving as his breath got taken from him by another quick nip across his throat from Kyree, "forever, baby," Kyree took a step back, admiring the myriad of mauve marks littered across Ambrose's throat. Purple was Kyree's favourite colour on Ambrose... {Book One of the Inamorate Series} This book is dedicated to my editor, illustrator and best friend Daisy for always being there for me and putting up with my shit. {Credit to her also for the cover art and all illustrations throughout}.

It was gentle at first, tender little pecks, before Fionn embedded his fingers into Dante's hair. The vampire tugged Fionn flush against his body as they explored one another's mouths. Fionn was a little fearful of Dante's fangs but every time they grazed over his lips or tongue he let out a soft moan. Admittedly, Fionn had never kissed a vampire, had never even considered it. Yet, with Dante, he never wanted to stop. He had responded so quickly, giving in to every shameful little urge he had ever had for the vampire, immediately becoming a breathless, groaning mess. "Think of me instead," Dante murmured when Fionn had to break off the kiss, he had been getting a little light headed. Dante brushed his thumb over Fionn's cheek but the wolf just stared on in disbelief. "Come on, Fi, don't act like you didn't know my feelings for you." "I-I didn't," Fionn stammered, his voice so quiet it was almost inaudible. "Fi, I flirted with you mercilessly," Dante was beginning to look a little self-conscious, his brows drawn together in a soft frown. "Yeah, but that was just teasing and stuff. This is like a whole world different," Dante was silent for an entire agonising minute, merely staring into Fionn's eyes, before sitting up and running his hand through his hair. "You're right," he muttered, scowling down at his lap, "it was stupid of me to assume you felt the same way. It wouldn't work anyway, we'd end up killing each other," Dante rose from the bed and walked toward the bathroom. "Wait," Fionn gripped Dante's wrist, though the vampire kept his eyes on the bathroom door, "maybe it would work... Maybe I really want it to work," Fionn spoke quietly but he knew Dante would hear every word clear as day. "You can't lie to me, Fionn, I can read your thoughts," Dante muttered, still refusing to look at the wolf... {Book Two of the Inamorate Series}

Being a teenager was frustrating... Imagine being a rare snow leopard shifter and a teenager. Moving to a quiet mountain town was supposed to be a fresh start for Nobu. He's a reserved person, further shut away because of what he is and the attention it brings. It's his eighteenth birthday soon, which is a special time for shifters. After eighteen they can start to find a mate. Shifters don't have one destined mate, but a small selection of other shifters they are compatible with, and from that group, they can choose their mate. Unwanted suitors line up at his door, a stubborn lion won't leave him alone at school, and he manages to catch the eyes of some poachers. One good thing did come from the move though: His mate... Despite the struggles of being a teenager and the woes of being a rare shifter Nobu finally believes he can be happy. But some of his most dedicated admirers are not willing to give up so easily... ----------------------------- Warning! First draft! This story hasn't been edited and contains mature scenes only suitable for those 18 and over. It will be hopefully updated once a week, usually on a Monday. Thank you for all the reads, votes and nice comments so far, it really motivates me to keep on writing the story.

"I fucking hate you." "You shouldn't really say things like that when my dick is up your ass, Norris." Two hot-headed athletes with overflowing rage and unwinding sex drive is very much never a good combo. Bryce and Ian never see eye to eye on things. Despite being caged in the same group of friends in the same swimming team of the - yes, you guessed it - same high school, the star swimmers of Norton High hadn't exactly made good first impressions to each other on the ill-fated day they met, and let's just say things spiraled horribly from there. The two rage-fueled boys always thought that they're in this feud for the long haul until one argument escalated into something that at no point in any of their lives would they allow to happen if only they did not get a little too out of control. Sex. There's a thin line between love and hate, and Bryce and Ian's barrier just keeps getting thinner and thinner. A.K.A. Bryce and Ian were fuckbuddies... up until they weren't. Status: Editing #1 in wattpride (10/03/20) #1 in bl (10/09/20) #1 in lgbtq (08/02/21) #1 in writtenwithpride (12/26/21)

ORIGINAL | School of Supernaturals "D-did you just collar me?" "Because you're being a bitch, yeah..." He was then pinned to the wall. "Now, you're my bitch." "What if I don't want to be, fucker?!" "Funny you think you can do whatever you want in my territory." It all started when Kenneth Lee accidentally killed a classmate; now he's dumped in a school for Supernaturals as they try to find out where he belongs-collared in the arms of an Alpha King? A school with Ghosts | Shapeshifters | Vampires Will Ken survive as a 𝙂𝙤𝙙?