"How do you manage to make everyone fall in love with you?" "No one is in love with me." "Ya, And I am a brunette." "But you are a blonde?" IN WHICH------ Elena Gilbert does not stand a chance with the Salvatore brothers, especially against her younger, magnetic and empathic half-sister Elara Gilbert. *** The best way to describe Elara Gilbert would be an enigma. She is the blonde sunshine of mystic falls who feels much more than she can understand. Stricken by the grief of losing her father and step-mother, Elara finally leaves the confines of her small town. As they say once you get a taste of elixir you only want more and more of it. For Elara this elixir was freedom from the expectations that come with being the perfect daughter. Once she meets two vampire brothers who she can't help but be drawn to, this thirst of freedom only amplifies. Not to mention the Salvatore brothers who just don't realise how many people are drawn to the girl in similar ways as them. DAMON X OC X STEFAN SLIGHT OC X ELIJAH OC X KLAUS I do not own the Vampire diaries. The franchise belongs to its creators I do, however, own my plot and original characters.

Rune thought the nightmare was over. The chains are gone. The collar is gone. She's back where she belongs beside Killian, with Theodore's arms wrapped around her neck and Alexander pretending he wasn't worried sick. She has a home. But someone is still watching. The estate where Rune was held reveals something far more dangerous than a kidnapping. Hidden records, coded payments, and years of carefully gathered observations point to a conspiracy far larger than anyone imagined. Valmont was only a pawn. The men who died were only pieces on a board nobody could see. As Killian and Alexander begin tearing apart the network hidden within the kingdom, old secrets begin resurfacing. Noble families grow nervous. Records vanish. Witnesses disappear. Somewhere beyond the border, an enemy who should have died twenty years ago is patiently waiting. And he has not forgotten. While the hunt for the truth grows darker, Rune finds herself caught at the center of a mystery she doesn't understand. The more answers they uncover, the more impossible her existence becomes. Someone is searching for the truth of what she is-and how she came to be. Because not every monster waits in the shadows. Some are hunting from them. And as the kingdom's secrets begin to unravel, Rune will learn that being found once does not mean she is safe. Only that the hunt has begun.

After dying, Emma awakens as a wolf in a fantasy novel she once read. Rescued by the infamous Mad Duke, Killian Ravenscar, she expects to find a ruthless villain. Instead, she discovers a man feared by the kingdom but fiercely loyal to the crown. As dark secrets and hidden enemies begin to surface, Emma uses her strange ability to sense danger to protect the one man everyone else believes is the monster.

BOOK 1 of Feral Fugitives She thinks she rescued them. She doesn't know they'd burn the world down before losing her. -FRANKIE- After a lifetime of being the senator's daughter, the disappointment, the girl who never quite fit in, I bought a cabin outside Sterling Pines to write, to breathe, to finally be alone. Then the wolves showed up. They watch from the tree line. Sleep on my porch. Follow me as if they belong there. I know it isn't normal. Wild wolves don't curl up in your bed or let you rest your hand between their ears like they trust you with their lives. I just can't make myself send them away. I don't know they're shifters. I don't know they're fugitives. I don't know they're my mates. I only know they make the quiet inside me feel less empty and that they're more afraid of losing me than I am of them. -PACK WESLEY- We never meant to find her. We're on the run, bleeding, hunted for a job that went wrong and a truth no one wants uncovered. Staying anywhere too long is dangerous. Staying near a human is worse. Staying near our mate is unforgivable. She doesn't know what we are. She doesn't know what we've done. She opens her door anyway; feeds us, shelters us, touches us like we're something worth keeping. The bond snaps tight and silent. We hide in our wolf skins because it's the only way not to claim her too soon. Because if she knew the truth, she'd run. And we wouldn't survive losing her. So we stay. We guard. We pretend we're just animals while the world closes in. She thinks she's offering us refuge. She doesn't realize we'd burn the forest down before letting anything take her from us. 🥇 #1 in "Fugitive" on 3/31/26-4/2/26 🥇 #1 in "Hunted" on 4/2/26 🥇 #1 in "Hiding" on 12/3/25 🥈 #2 in "Disguise" on 5/23/26 🥉 #3 in "Stalking" on 12/3/25 🏅 #4 in "Hiding" on 4/2/26 🏅 #4 in "Primal" on 12/7/25 🏅 #6 in "Chase" on 5/4/26

Peace is a delicate thing. And one knock at the door is all it takes to shatter it. *** Juniper has fought for every moment of peace she's earned-every fragile connection, every stolen breath of safety, every unexpected bond with the men who were once forced into her life. What grew between them was never supposed to happen, yet it became the only thing keeping her grounded in a world designed to break her. However, when a foundation isn't fully set, the smallest movement can cause a crack. A man from Juniper's past arrives without warning. Carrying old memories and feelings she had forgotten. His arrival means salvation-a chance for the men she cares for to finally walk free, and for her to reclaim pieces of herself she thought were lost for good. But not everyone has a sense of rescue from this new arrival. The once relaxed conversations grow tense. Their easy closeness replaced with tight smiles and quiet arguments that stop when Juniper enters the room. The trust they built begins to splinter under the weight of unspoken fears. And something sharp and dangerous hums beneath the surface, a tension Juniper can't name but can't ignore. As old memories blur with new promises, and as loyalties strain under choices no one wants to make, Juniper finds herself caught between the life she once dreamed of and the life she never meant to love. Someone is keeping secrets. Someone is afraid to lose her. And someone is about to change everything.

Surviving the woods was easy. Surviving the attention of four possessive, supernatural men? All while the council looms and allies seem elusive? That's the real danger. The Last Female Book 2. Completed now on Patreon, updates here every week on Friday. Updates also available on Inkitt and Royal Road.

When Remsie's boyfriend asked her to go on a tour of the NASA Space Center, she assumed the most interesting thing she would see would be a rocket. But she couldn't have been more wrong... After falling through a top secret portal to another world, Remsie wakes nauseous and disoriented in a world she wasn't built to survive. When she's discovered by a tall alien warrior and brought back to his den mates she's determined to keep them at arms length. But that's hard to do when they believe she's a deity come save their species from extinction. Caught in the complicated pack games of this foreign world, it is not only reality as she knows it at risk of being lost forever, but her life and maybe her heart... ___ #1 in alien on 09/03/25 #1 in science fiction on 10/22/25 #1 in scifi fantasy on 10/22/25 #1 in romantasy on 11/14/25 #1 in paranormal romance on 12/22/25 #1 in why choose on 3/26/25 #1 in steamy on 7/14/26

When the war started. We helped. We fought. Soon the humans were gone. Wiped out by us. But not before making a weapon that doomed us long after they disappeared. They invented 'Pithrax'. It killed most of us. The few that survived were hunted down, taken control of, passed around like property. Now we run, hiding in the shadows, the idea of getting caught is our own real nightmare. They took my Mum. They stole my sister. Now I run alone. I am Cecil. And I'm the last female. ****************** *WARNING: this story is based on a very animalistic future. The characters in this book are more wolf than human and act as such. This is an EROTIC SHIFTER WHY CHOOSE NOVEL. So it has; mature, sexual, dark elementals and language*