One must see beyond the title. The Duke of Devonshire, the most powerful duke in England, tires of female debutantes' and their gabster mothers' pretenses and Spanish coins just to win the station of duchess next to him. But one queer day in Northamptonshire, he meets the strangest of women by the name of Esther. Who is she? And is she everything she appears to be? Find out as the duke unravel the pages of this woman's closed book of wounds, laughter, and love. Disclaimer: The pictures in this fiction are photo manipulated. The original ones belong to their respective owners.

My name is Michelle Jones. You can call me Mickey. I always considered myself a pretty average girl. Average dirty blond hair, average blue eyes, average outfits, I didn't really stand out. Until one day, when I discovered that sometimes, people can go from being average to much, much more in a single second. If you're reading this, watch out, because your life is about to change forever.

One month ago, Lily Parker was hurt in the worst way possible: through an April Fool's Day prank. She hasn't been the same since. Three years ago, Christopher Holloway developed a crush on this girl. He's watched her go through the heartbreak of loving and losing Ben Marshall. He wants to prove to her that not all love is like that. He wants to prove that he can be different. But what if Lily's ice-cold heart isn't willing to warm up to him? ||Sequel to April Fools||

A woman with a tragic past learns she has ties to a group of vigilantes and finds herself the target of their leader; a cocky bastard who won't take no for an answer. ***** Two years after the death of her brother and a tricky escape from a volatile boyfriend, Reese Kentwell is living in Manhattan pursuing a career in photography. Her remedy for dismantling her turbulent past is to keep the company of bed buddies who don't hassle her when she tells them to bugger off. Reese's routine veers off course when she meets the Valentino brothers and unintentionally starts a feud between them. Vincent, the eldest, is a well-known philanthropist with a playboy reputation, while Colin is relegated to living in his brother's shadow. But a family feud is the least of Reese's worries. When the truth finally comes out that a dynasty of strange beasties lives in her city, Reese knows there will be no going back to her old routine of love 'em and leave 'em. DISCLAIMER: This piece needs a serious edit. Please bear that in mind as you read. COPYRIGHT NOTICE: This work is owned by the author. If you attempt to plagiarize, a swarm of demons will be released in your backyard. IN OTHER WORDS: If you find this story on any platform other than WATTPAD, I did not allow this. You may also be exposing yourself to malware. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe form, do it here on WATTPAD. COVER ART for this story and the Stone in Love sequels was done by AEKCreates on Etsy

(The Triumvirate Histories Book Three) What do you call the girl who gets on a jet with the supposed enemy rather than one that would have taken her normal, not so dangerous life in New York? A traitor to the people who call her family, betraying them to the people they'd called the enemy for centuries. Now, add a woman who had almost successfully killed you just a few months before, though had turned extremely nice and even protective, and her nephew who looks at you with an expression you want to just slap right off his face? The two people who supposedly had a plan that would pretty much make you disappear off the face of the earth. And what happens when that plan completely breaks the heart of the man you love, even if it works perfectly? You shatter your own in the process...which you think you deserve for doing it to him and everyone else who loves you. Anyone who hears my story might think I'm a traitor, but I'm not...no matter how much I feel like I am. I was going off with the Knights learn more about their side of the story. Being with them, I knew it was going to change me, too. They were the fighters, the protectors of the Brotherhood, even though they thought they were out to destroy them. And I was going to protect them now, too. According to the reports, the Order wasn't hiding out anymore. They were on the move, infiltrating giant corporations and governments of wealthy, powerful countries. We were going to try everything to stop them and their ambitions of molding and controlling the future in their favor. And how could I forget the inside, the one who was telling all the Brotherhood's secrets, even if the Knights had already known them? But before I could do that, I had to disappear, make sure that no one came to look for me...and that involved breaking the hearts of my family, friends...and, most importantly, John. His heart had been broken so many times in his life...but now I was going to shatter it.

Yearning for that dominance, that need to take charge, I shoved his tongue out of my mouth and inserted mines into his. He gripped my ass firmly. He groaned against my mouth, enjoying me as I struggled to take control of him. I pulled away. Reaching for the little clasp on my bra, I licked my lips seductively as I unclasped it. I slowly teased him, hiding my breast with the little material. Anxious, and hungry, he snatched it away, exposing my full breast to him. This is happening? ..... (Werewolf genre) (Contains sexually explicit scenes/language.)

(The Triumvirate Histories Book Four) What does the world think when a girl who'd been dead for three months turns up at the site of a huge CIA raid, which ended up with an explosion and four deaths? That she might have been in a stickier situation before than they'd known. What did they think would happen when she had a major panic attack after she realized that everything about her was gone, locked away in her mind? Well, obviously what did happen...or else they wouldn't have been prepared to knock her out again with morphine. And just who would that girl be? Me, Emmy Alexander...at least, that's who they told me I was. You know the stories of people with amnesia after a traumatic accident. They don't remember weeks, months, or maybe even a few years of their lives. I'd call them lucky, because they at least had a foundation to build on. Me? I couldn't remember a thing when I'd woken up after they'd knocked me out after my panic attack. I couldn't remember me, my family, my best friend, how I'd gotten the burns and cuts that now marred my body... I couldn't remember whose green eyes haunted my dreams every single night. My therapist said that my memories might come back in my dreams, when my subconscious mind was free to be revealed. And so far, she'd been right. Parts of my life were slowly coming back to me - my father's laugh, my mother's smile, my brother Jason's and best friend Drake's annoying overprotectiveness. But there were others that I couldn't explain - a tale of secret societies, puzzle keys, bronze boxes, and break-ins to museums and government buildings around the world. It wasn't until I saw those eyes on a man, who seemed so familiar that it made my heart ache, from across a gallery in the Louvre. A man who introduced himself as John Raymond. And it didn't take me very long to realize that maybe, just maybe, he was the key to everything.

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

Being the daughter of the god of the Underworld isn't the first thing you'd want to tell someone about yourself. But when it might lead them to telling you exactly what you want to hear, through the fear of what they think you might be able to do to them, it can come in handy. My father thought that my mother's memory of us, of our whole world, was wiped clean from her mind, but I knew differently. I knew that she still remembered and, with her memory still intact, she was still in danger of the person who we thought was a friend. I knew that I had to find her, wherever she was, hiding in plain sight. I knew that finding her and having her with us was the right thing, no matter what my father said. But the one thing that I didn't know? I didn't know that, after the twenty-four hundred years that I'd been alive, I would find the one person that I was destined to be with, the one person that I would do anything for, even defy the others that I loved. (Spinoff/Sequel to A Thousand Thrones)

(The Forgotten Passages Series Book Three) After twenty years, I was used to life - used to playing a part, used to knowing my life was in danger with every step I took, used to the fact that I had people out to kill me...and Vince Peters thought he did. It's been a year - a year since the Order attacked us in the tunnels under the ruins of Seward House, a year since I'd been on the edge of dying, a year since I somehow found it in myself pull myself from what would have been my watery grave and get to Scotland and the one family I knew would help me and keep my secrets. To everyone I loved, I was missing and more than likely dead...that is, until the one girl who disappeared herself showed up. When Vince Peters thinks you're dead, it's easy to travel around the world undetected. Now, after months of being hidden away and taking on a new identity, Kenna and Cruz convinced me to begin the search for the third and final key. This time, however, it was in the clutches of the one man who took everything and almost everyone away from me. Somehow, we would get it back and find whatever the three keys opened. And expose every secret Vince Peters kept, tearing down his world around him.