Purchased by the Demon King, Victoria O'Hare is thrown into the world of the immortal. Brutal and ruled by instinct, the Demon King comes to her in the dark, filling her world with pleasure and fear. Cursed and broken, King Sebastian struggles to control his inner demon. He now owns a sweet little beauty. One who calls to him in the darkness. One he could kill in an instant. Victoria struggles to show Sebastian there is more to him than his brutal nature. Despite his curse, Sebastian is tempted to accept all Victoria has to offer. When a desperate werewolf and an evil army threaten war, King Sebastian must accept what he is and protect the woman he loves...if his inner demon doesn't kill her first.

"Take my hand Kieran... I swear... I promise... I won't let go."

After moving to Southern California, Chelsea's life has never been better... or more complicated. She's settled with her pack. She's met her mate. And now everyone's secrets are piling up. Just like her, Gabriel has many secrets of his own. But the problem with secrets is that they have a nasty habit of hurting people. And it's not just the things Gabriel is hiding that worries Chelsea; she knows there are bigger, worse things out there. When she discovers what Gabriel is hiding, will the two of them be able to correct past mistakes, or will the darker side of her mate prove too much for Chelsea to handle? Gabriel and Chelsea are going to continue facing the unexpected, but the question is will they do so together? Or are unknown forces going to tear them apart?

What do you do if you have wacky powers? Powers that brought Peter Pan back to Storybrook and brought the wicked witch of the west? What if you had to make a choice? What if...you fell in love? Faith Jones is the daughter of Emma Swan and Killian Jones. She has dark magic and knows nothing about it. But when she is threatened by the Witch of the West, Faith is torn. It's her decision what she does. Choose light or Dark. Her choice.

Rylie's breath catches in her throat. Moving closer on the bed she wants to touch, she wants to caress the smattering of fine hair across his chest. As the covers slip further down her eyes are stuck on his well-defined abs. Really...she was hugged up against all of this last night and she was passed out? She's frustrated with herself if she hadn't got drunk at that place she would have no reason to be here so affected by him. Now that she's seen him like this how can she erase the images from her mind? Her fingers dance upon his skin she takes the opportunity to touch every muscle she's afforded under the guise of waking him. She calls his name several times her hands are pulling on his powerful arms. He stirs again finally opening his eyes seeing her. Lifting his head to look at her sleepily he grabs another pillow throwing it over his head attempting to block the sight and sound of her out. "Chace, wake up. I need some aspirin for my head, I don't know where they are?" She shoves him still complaining. "On the table." He irritably mumbles the pillow still covering his head. "Where?" She says with a frown leaning down trying to hear what he says. He removes the pillow from over his head turning over to face her. "Either get off my bed or take off my shirt and crawl in, I'm not in a mood to compromise." He says with a desirous look. She scrambles quickly off the bed not sure what to make of his comment and already feeling her own attraction. "You know the gentlemanly thing to do would have been for you to take me home." She fumes at him angered that he removed her dress and she doesn't know what else he did. He takes another pillow propping it behind his head looking at her standing near the bed, "I'm no gentlemen. The lady-like thing you should have done is not get drunk or even be in a place like that." "A place like that, whoa.....you were there to Chace Braxton, Mr. CEO." She remarks.

"You seem to have forgotten that you're not marrying a commoner, Alina. You're marrying the prince of all vampires, so look alive and get me some coffee." Alina Deluca lives a normal life up in the Californian north. At least that's what she makes the world believe. Locked within her hypnotising emerald eyes are horrors she could never speak of even if it killed her... secrets that border the paranormal. Erick Stayton, the Vampire Prince, is her nightmare. To her, he was no more than a cold, savage predator that lusted for her blood and took away everything she had that one traumatising night four years ago. Except she is bound to be his bride by an arranged marriage deal she can never understand Now, at twenty-one, she is to marry her nightmare in a month's time. Mustering her every strength to set things right in her awry life, she gets embroiled in an ages old feud and a struggle for power of mind-boggling proportions. Strangely enough, she finds herself connecting with Erick.

Nightingale is human - or would be, had it not been for the manner of her creation. Genetically engineered and grown to adulthood in a lab, she was created, not born. Why? For the sole purpose of the entertainment of rich men as one of the many Inamoratas in the bordello business . Beautiful, elegant, a superb dancer and an even better singer, she is the perfect lover for any man. Perfect, that is, except for her personality - the one thing you can't engineer.

PUBLISHED UNDER CLOAK POP FICTION I am Aramis Rayne. Immortal. Full-time familiar. Short-term goal: Rescue my boss from total annihilation. And how to do that? I'm going to need a miracle.

Dear Reader, It hadn't hit me right away, many things, but especially the fact that I was about to turn twenty years old. It was as if it was just yesterday that I was learning how to make a peanut butter sandwiches, tie my shoes, and draw endlessly with fat crayons--which I thoroughly believed to be a masterpiece. It had to be yesterday, when I was befriending any new person that I met with a dazzling smile. No, those were the years that I was numb--masked from the world and blissfully unaware of the dangers and lingering dark edges of the Chicago city. Life moves fast; terrifyingly fast for some, especially those who try and anchor down each and every day of their existence. For others, it moves drearily slow. I use to be numb, I use to be unaware of the shadows deep within the corners of the earth, the watchful figures around me. I use to draw scribbles, struggle to tie my shoes, and fail at doing the simple things, like tying shoes. I use to make friends with anyone I met and kept that friendship over a promise. I use to do a lot of things, actually. But that was when life was a whole lot simpler, safer, and perfect. That was before I knew about Death. That was before he became my frenemy. Forever and always, Faith Williams *** MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075

❝see I've come to burn your kingdom down❞ With the threat of Orion growing bigger each day and the prophecy looming over her, Katya has to work through her advantages: one of them being that she's the long lost daughter of the one of the five branches of royal werewolves: The Anosovas. Being forced into a family that she sees as strangers, Katya must accept her role as one of the royal family and she discovers powers she never knew she had: powers that could potentially tip the uneven playing field like never before. However Orion isn't the only major player on the field. A new hunter is out to get Katya for his own purposes; Erebus, the Vampire King. With vessels, affinities and situations that seem too extreme to be true, Katya has to find a way to end the war before it begins, and it all starts with figuring out just who exactly kidnapped her from the Anosovas.