IN DEVELOPMENT SONY TELEVISION PICTURES & KOMIXX ENTERTAINMENT (The Kissing Booth) 2014 Watty Award Winner, Selected by @PPZmovie for the Best Female Horror Stories, and Selected by @TheReturned for the Best of Horror! Kidnapped, blindfolded, and thrown in the trunk of a car, Abriana Vega's date with Easton Pierce has taken a terrible turn in a deadly direction. Cursing herself for going on a date with someone she met online, Abriana has no idea that Easton isn't the only one who wants her dead. As her days in captivity crawl by and her plan to escape is thwarted, Abriana begins to lose faith. How long does she have left? Will she escape? What will become of Easton Pierce? ***Since posting the original draft on Wattpad, CAPTURED has been fully edited and nearly doubled in size (70k words). Add this book to your library for updates on the digital television series and when you can expect CAPTURED to come to a bookstore near you!

Percy and Annabeth; in Tartarus. Gaea; on the brink of consciousness. Camp Half-Blood; in ruins. What are they gonna do now? After Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase's fall to the pit of darkness and evil, Nico di Angelo leads the Argo II to the mortal side of the Doors of Death in Epirus, Greece to rescue their two friends and close the Doors. But with the rivalry going on between camps, and Gaea's monstrosity of an army biting at their tails, the mission is futile and the chances of surviving this quest is slim. And the worst part is? Changing their ship's course to help their friends in Long Island. The Roman camp, Camp Jupiter, plans to strike Camp Half-Blood in the name of vengeance...and that scrawny, no-good, teddy bear-killer descendant of Apollo named Octavian. Even though its against their will, the crew of the Argo II knew this was their only chance of ending this rivalry between the two groups, now that they have the Athena Parthenos, the very cause of their fight. And after that, they sailed straight to their demise: The Doors of Death. Can they save Percy and Annabeth and the world? Or will Gaea win this time? Join our fellow demigods to fight to their death in the name of the Gods of Olympus. [Disclaimer: All rights go to Rick Riordan. This story is only a fan-fiction and not the actual House of Hades book.]

A scorching novel about sexy singles, intense competition, a cash prize—and no touching allowed. Lured by the promise of a million dollar prize, Tara reluctantly signs up for the new hit show Erotic Island, where sexy singles hook up on international television. It’s about as far from her scene as possible, but desperate times call for desperate auditions, and Tara is willing to do almost anything for the cash prize. The last person she expects to meet when she shows up in paradise in a thong bikini is Chris, a sinfully gorgeous barista with whom she shared a coffee—and an intense attraction. The last time she saw him, he was standing in judgement over her decision to audition. So why is he on the island? Was it all a ploy to throw her off her game and win the prize? And why is the ‘no touching allowed’ rule suddenly so very hard to follow? This book is available through all major e-booksellers. Please enjoy the first three chapters as a sample here on Wattpad.

Kat Karomakov is a successful stockbroker, born into an upper class household residing in the wealthy neighborhood New York County. Climbing the ladder from coffee courier to one of the six leading stockbrokers in the country was no easy feat. One celebratory party and several apple martinis later, she stumbles (quite literally) into Mason Caufield the owner of a private law firm responsible for the arrest of Bernie Madolf, Allen Stanford, and other suspected Ponzi scheme individuals. After a impromptu night with Mason, she finds that he has a rather interesting lifestyle.

Despite the illusion Sapphire Dubois presents to the rest of the world, she is not just your stereotypical 22-year old Beverly Hills heiress; she hunts serial killers. While her fellow heirs spend their nights with trending celebs and drugs at the hottest club, Sapphire secretly spends hers luring, capturing, and anonymously handing over So-Cal's most wanted killers to the police - just your average Tuesday night. What Sapphire doesn't know is that one of her adversaries is watching her every move, aware of both her true identity and her unconventional hobby. Needless to say, he doesn't approve. Used to being the one who redefines the definition of predator and prey, Sapphire's world abruptly shatters when a gruesome 'gift' arrives for her at the Beverly Hills Country Club. With her involuntary crush, handsome Detective Aston Ridder, close on her tail, Sapphire now has to rethink her routine strategy and figure out how to capture a killer who already knows she's coming.

According to you we do not exist. You cannot see us but we can see you. We are no one and we are everyone. We are watching and we are everywhere. We are not the FBI. We are not the CIA-or the NSA. But we're just as good-if not better. We are the WNA-- Warriors of the Night Agency's -Alpha Unit. We are The Pack; Richmond Chapter. Modest on most days, but overall deadly. Some call us a hoax. Some call us ghosts, and shadows. They say that we are monsters who like to prowl stand-alone towns and devour little girls in red hoods and their grandmothers. Some say we aren't real. But we are. Terrifyingly so. We are the best at what we do: anything and everything. In our job description, we truly live by the words "do not exist" and "have never been heard of". As most of the world should never come to know, the WNA is not only an elitist organization of the best covert ops Agents in the entire world. We are Wolves. As you have been notified, the world does not know that we exist-we are content on keeping it that way. The Pack is no group of a select few, and neither is the entirety of the WNA-we consist of the many lines of pureblooded elites who take orders from none our True Alphas and Elders. The Pack's top priority: to take down anything and everything that endangers the supernatural, the superficial, and the paranormal. We pride ourselves on clean jobs, a strong family infrastructure, and a loyal foundation. Until now. One of our own as broken from the Pack, from the family-he has gone Rouge. He is hell-bent on annihilating our ancient code and changing our traditional ways, corrupting the centuries of peace we have lived through with the other Units throughout the country, the world. Whomever he is, he must be taken down, before every Pack, every Unit's cover is blown to Hell. The world is not ready for us, and we are not ready for them. But if we are exposed, we won't even have the chance to fight. Or the chance to survive.

WARNING: mature content of boyxboy or better manxman story and actions. The story is R-rated, therefore you know what it means. Thank you for your understanding. Story NOT EDITED. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I shall edit it as soon as possible. Emmett is a broken man, in a blink he had lost everything. His brilliant career in the NBA with a stellar contract, the fame and glory, his family, his fiancée abandoned him when he most needed her, when he most needed an anchor to keep him from sinking to the lowest point. Now Emmett lives on far side of the Atlantic Ocean, in the small, but colourful Dublin. However, his past nightmares keep hunting him, the regret eats his soul day after day. He is alive, but inside he is empty and arid. Then he meets someone, a brat with a natural talent for getting on your nerves. Shane, the young lad of 19yrs old is another broken and abandoned soul. Another wrecked soul who loathes with all his passion self pity and other's commiseration. He told his parents he is gay and hoped they would support him. They kicked him out to a hell hole and now he only lets his anger, acid sarcasm and resentment give him the force to face every single day to help him finally leave that hole. While Shane is openly attracted by the hot and empty eyes Emmett and tries to get under his skin with his provocations, Emmett tries with all his force to deny how intriguing and alluring are Shane's liquid eyes and the strange wicked light they hold in the back. And his smirking and soft lips. Will Emmett sink lower and end eaten by his own regrets or will he find the force and guts to react and win all of his prejudices? Can a broken soul repair another broken soul? Cover by Azer90

Gunnar is the Beta of the Hemmingway Pack when their territory is threatened. At the same time the Marrok Pack is in desperate need of an Alpha. They decide to move their pack and combine the two. While visiting the Marrok Pack for the first time, Gunnar meets his mate, a human boy named Max. Gunnar is relentless in his pursuit of Max. As Max faces an identity crisis, confused over his incredible attraction to Gunnar, Gunnar is helping the pack settle in, preparing for the Rank Challenges and rogues, all on top of winning over his mate. Can Max and Gunnar overcome all this?

He pushes his full length into me and I scream, trying to pull my body away from his. He holds me in place, slamming into me a few times before he stills. My breathing is harsh and my body is trembling, I can barely hold my body up. He rotates his hips in a circular motion, grabbing my hands at the same time, pinning me to the bed. Our fingers are interlocked and he begins to rock. When he comes out, he pulls me down. One of his hands circle around and he presses down on my belly. I gasp at the sensation in my belly. "I can feel me inside you," He whispers as he leans over me. He grabs my free hand and brings it to my belly. "Do you like how I feel, Gabrielle?" He thrusts into me hard and I feel him through my skin. "Noah!" I moan loudly. He grunts and smacks my ass. I yelp in surprise. It stings but its an erotic sensation. He slaps the other cheek and my body shakes. "Tell me what you want Gabrielle," He mutters. My body ignites and my skin tingles. The red walls becomes redder, the light becomes brighter, and the smell of sex becomes stronger. "Please Noah," I beg. He rotates his hips again but faster. My senses flash with "Caution! Explosives Activated!" "Come, Gabrielle," He whispers as he slams into me again. My vision goes black as my climax hits me like a thousand bolt of lightning. My head flying back as I scream, Noah reaches his peak also. He holds onto my body and groans. My vision returns brighter than it was before and I collapse on the bed. Noah rolls me over and unties the tail of the whips quickly. He kisses each of my wrists while rubbing slow circles with his fingers. He's one of those sweet dominants. He takes the time to inspect his submissives. I mentally smack myself. You're not his submissive, I chant to myself. "Did I hurt you?" He mutters. I shake my head then smack his face. "Thats for tying me up." I say as I begin to pull my underwear back on. He grins that heart stopping smile and kisses me.