Cassandra Stone fell in love with a billionaire at age 18, but her Cinderella story took a dark turn when her knight in shining armor turned out to be an abusive monster. It took her years to build up the courage to take the life of her abuser, but when she finally freed herself from his clutches she opened herself up to a whole new life - an empire that was hers and no man could ever take that away from her.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

Alessandro Marcelo, thirty-five, was infatuated by his best friend's eighteen-year-old daughter, Jesse De Rose. He had known her since she was a newborn, watching her grow into a woman each day. Just as she grew, his infatuation for her grew. Thus turning into something bigger. Something more unhealthy. And the fact that he saw her everyday because she just so happened to be best friends with his daughter, Carissa, didn't help his fixation for the younger girl. Jesse, on the other hand, was oblivious to all of his thoughts about her. She wasn't attentive to how he knew everything about her, and the secrets that he kept hidden in the lurking shadows just waiting to combust. Those caliginous fantasies that would eat her up and swallow her life whole. Alessandro didn't find himself obsessed, despite what others thought. He believed that he loved Jesse, and he would do anything in his will power to get her to love him back. 2020-2022. ©sinfulsrose

Rosalie Eldridge lived the high life. She was the golden good girl during high school and now that she was a freshman in college, she continued to live up to her reputation. At the age of nineteen, she could have everything you could want. The girl with the astonishing grades, rich family, stunning face, handsome boyfriend, perfect life. Perfect. Although perfect was just a dictionary adjective that everyone strived to be, but never would be because that was simply the opposite of reality. Everyone has their own flaws, just like Rosalie. Everything seemed to go smoothly for the girl. It was hard to believe that Rosalie Eldridge has ever lived a bad day. Rosalie Eldridge and Youssef Romero's love was equal to that of Romeo and Juliet. But Romeo and Juliet was anything but a love story, it was a tragedy with lust being confused for love. Everything that was once perfect comes crumbling down eventually. In this case, when her loving boyfriend Youssef decided to screw her perfect life up and sleep around, Rosalie Eldridge later finds out that revenge surely was sweet. And she happens to learn that through Youssef's forty-one-year-old father. 2020-ongoing. ©sinfulsrose *ON HOLD*

NOW UPDATING ON KINDLE VELLA ONLY ~ Physical copies will be available for purchase once completed. **A MATURE FANTASY** Book #2 in the Elemental Heir Series. ******* "How long had it been? A month? Six? A year? More than a year? I didn't know. Couldn't say with confidence how long it had been since I had actually spoken out loud. I wondered if my vocal chords still worked... Or had they rusted over? Sometimes, I mouthed words to myself as I sat in the darkness. I didn't speak them... Just formed my lips around the syllables, just to see if my mouth remembered how. Sometimes I would sleep, and wake, only to lay there, un-moving, until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore, and then I'd sleep again. Over, and over... Sometimes, I'd open my mouth just to stretch my jaw muscles after going days without using them. Sometimes, I'd stand up and stretch my arms and legs and back after not moving for hours on end. Sometimes, I'd close my eyes and try, try, try... Try to feel the weight of my wings, which were no longer there." ********** ⚠️ WARNING! ⚠️ This is a mature book. This book contains graphic violence, adult situations, and sexual content. 18+ readers only. *********** #1 in ROMANCE ~ 5/01/2020 ***********

Jordan Lamont. A name that used to send thrills through my body now only leaves me with fear. He knows I'm alive. It's only been six weeks since he left me for dead, and now he knows that he didn't succeed. And now I am away at college. Not just any college though, a college that is built by, and for, the prestigious. I don't belong here. I know it and they know it. And the group of people that I want most to fit in with is the one group of misfits at this school. If they can even be misfits at all. Rumors circle their names, Two of them in particular. I've been warned not to fall into their clutches. So I do what I've always done best. Dive in head first with arms wide open. Damn the concequences. Just how far will I fall? One thing is for sure, the landing is gong to be one for the books. THIS IS A REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE MEANING THE FMC WILL NOT BE FORCED TO CHOOSE BETWEEN THE MEN BY THE END OF THIS NOVEL. TRIGGER WARNINGS THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE. WITH VIOLENCE, FLASHBACKES OF PHYSICAL AND SEXUAL ABUSE. ANY SEX BETWEEN THE FMC AND MMC IS CONSENTUAL. NOT INTENDED FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18!

(18+) *Ongoing/Unedited* It has been seven years since the vampires took over. I remembered the day like it was just yesterday. The sirens. The deaths. The fear instilled upon every living human. And now I was being used as a blood bag for these beasts who took my life and threw it out of proportion. ***** This is a reverse harem story. (18+ for strong language, graphic depictions of violence, and graphic sexual scenes)

They're back. After months of her disappearance, their world had spun. Swung off balance and staggered. Aurora had left the hearts of the three ruthless and most empowered men bruised and shattered when she turned and ran from them without another word. Rafael, Zayn and Cruz were left to wonder. But soon, their silent wonderment turned into smoldering rage. Unstoppable violence and uncontrollable anger. They became exactly what they were known for before her. The inner beasts had been unleashed, and what to do when their doll isn't theirs anymore? Find out in 'Their Doll 2' Warning: This is a sequel of 'Their Doll'. Cannot be read as a stand-alone novel. This is a dark romance book. Contains graphics, sexual content, and more. 20+

FULL STORY ON PATREON- COMPLETED ******** A race of all-male warriors has descended upon Earth. The competition is fierce and claims upon women are permanent...unless you have a right. Ellie will fight tooth and nail to refuse the Varkari from what they deem theirs, but some are cut from a different cloth and know just how to get what they want. At what point is nature stronger than the force of will? ******** I met his eyes again, a fatal mistake, and drowned in the depths of blackness, electricity shooting down my bones, my knees bending slightly. I stared into the predator's pupils as he looked straight through every barrier I tried to put up and analyzed every response of my body. He took one heavy inhale, muscles rippling and expanding over his massive torso, and knew. He fucking knew everything. "By right of First Token, I claim this female as mine." ******** The full story is posted on Patreon with ongoing new chapters, POVs, and a sequel. Updates on Wattpad will be slow, if any. I don't love that Wattpad puts ads between my chapters without compensating (note: I cannot even read MY OWN stuff without having to watch them too). The sequel, Tournament is nearing completion. Does anyone know any good editors?

Incubus ● A male demon believed to have sexual intercourse with women.