Step into a world of mystery and intrigue with Violet and her mother, who find themselves serving as maids in the opulent Vakian palace-the home of the first pureblood generation of original vampires. After the sudden death of James, the family's breadwinner, they are thrust into this life of servitude, bound by a mysterious debt that James owed the powerful Vakians. But all is not as it seems. Desperate to uncover the truth, Violet and her mother embark on a daring quest to unravel the secrets behind James' dark bargain with the vampires. Along the way, they encounter unexpected allies and face dangerous enemies, each step bringing them closer to a revelation that could change their lives-and the fate of the Vakian world-forever. Join them on this thrilling adventure as they delve into the shadows of the past, risking everything to uncover the truth and reclaim their destiny.

Emerson knows high school can be messy, but nothing could prepare her for Oliver Remmer's return. Dangerous, mysterious, and rumored to be a psychopath, he's the kind of boy everyone fears... and everyone watches. Yet Emerson isn't everyone. She sees the layers beneath his intense exterior-the boy shaped by a troubled past, moments of tenderness hidden under bursts of anger, and a vulnerability most people would never notice. Between the gossip, the chaos, and the adrenaline-charged tension, Emerson can't help but be drawn in. Oliver is unpredictable, and being near him is thrilling-and maybe a little bit reckless. Standing her ground almost feels like a dare. But some loves are worth the risk. Some loves are easy. Back Cover Copy: "Write down one word that describes you." Oliver didn't hesitate. Psychopath. Everyone expects me to run. To stay away. To be careful. But I didn't. Because there's something behind the intensity, the walls, the mystery. Something only I get to see. Because sometimes the thrill of the unknown is exactly what your heart has been waiting for. Set in North Carolina, Open is a teen romance about taking risks, discovering who someone really is, and finding that love can feel mysterious, dangerous... and irresistible. C O V E R B Y @ZiaDavis

When the thin veil between deceit and truth starts to vacillate for Cynthia Black, long forgotten, little horrors bloom amidst her life as skeletons start escaping from the closet. For college graduate Cynthia Black, getting a job right after graduation and being sought after seems too good to be true, and it proves to be, when she becomes assigned to the notoriously taciturn Quarter Institute for Rehabilitation. Her world begins to tilt on its axis as she is thrown into the abysmal criminal network with nothing but vague, obscure answers that seem to raise more questions. Gruesome murders, unexplained deaths, and disappearances seem to follow her as she struggles to survive after discovering she was sentenced to sedate the cravings of perilous criminal who seems to have an infatuation with her, and is hell bent on destroying her and wreaking havoc on everything she loves. Cover credit goes to @CreativeCosmos ▪ This story will contain mature content and dark themes. ▪ This story will contain violence and strong language. ▪ This is not a supernatural story, nor is it a fanfiction of any kind.

>WARNING< THIS BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT, LANGUAGE AND FICTIONAL CREATURES AND MYTHS. THIS IS FOR MATURE READERS ONLY. 18+

Closing the car door of my black hummer, i drag myself to the front door of my house. I am exhausted this night was eventful and fun but right now I have a date with my oh so handsome and lovely bed. Before I could get too the door I am being dragged by a strong individual I screamed and tried to fight him off but he put a handkerchief over my mouth and nose. After that I started drifting away, only thing I remember hearing is " Boss we have her".

Squeeze again," he murmured against my lips. I giggled, and replied with an "Uh, uh..." He grabbed both my wrists and pushed me hard against the door. He retreated from my lips and I panted, excited and elated that I could make him as crazy as he made me. His lips were pressed to my ear, his ragged breathing only exciting me further. "You test me Mya," he growled, "I guess I'll have to make you beg as well to make me feel better." "I'm sorry," I whispered, albeit insincerely, since I anticipated with pleasure what he would do to make me beg. "Uh, uh," he replied. "Too late for that. Now, turn so we can begin."

Im taking a break from my other stories. I feel this is a necessary story that needs to be written. Those who don't believe in forever afters. Don't believe in Mr. Right. This is a story for you.