The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

Over the centuries it's been foretold that incubies must obey the higher ups such as Werewolves, Vampires, backbenders, shapeshifters, and Demons. The only other ranks as low as incubies were fairies and trolls and of course witch's. Life was hard to us down rulers incubies were only seen as sex on legs, trolls were seen as ways to get spells and find treasure and fairies for pixie dust that gets supernaturals fucked up as though they were high.

Three nights; three dreams. Three devilish men, three dark fantasies… Lorna wakes up with only a scrap of white cloth to cover herself. She has no idea where she is or how she got here, only knows she is in a vast manor that she can’t identify. She walks the halls, barely dressed, calling out for anyone, but she seems to be alone. But only seems to be. Lorna finds herself in the clutches of three wickedly handsome incubi, who are overcome with desire for her. In order to discover their secrets, Lorna will have to spend the night with each of them – despite how they frighten her. Three nights; three dreams. She will have to play their games, and pray that she comes out of them with her sanity. As she delves further into their desires – and those of her own subconscious – she may discover that her need to escape may not be as important as getting her fill. Warning: These are sample chapters from an ADULT story. 18+ please.

Trying to revive the story, with a new essence. Let's see how much hot mystery and bloody thriller I can provide to my readers. Tamara, a succubus, who has everything but wants nothing. She doesn't know what she wants, as she lost her most precious thing in the world. Her parents. She took her revenge, but now lives an empty, lonely life. She wasn't looking for anything when she found something. After living a detached life for more than a century. She now has something that ignites the fire of curiosity in her. Now she wants. She wants everything the universe and that man can offer. Sex, enjoyment, power, fulfilment, purpose, satisfaction and Love?

Amelia Underwood lived in a small town in Illinois with her high school sweetheart Adam. Married six years, they enjoyed a simple life in the country. A chance meeting with Mason Kane, one of the wealthiest men in the world; however redirects her course on a devastating path. "You are a Kane, Mason. You don't lose and you always get what you want. I don't care who you have to kill or manipulate to get it." *Strong language and sexual content in later chapters."

[Small Town / Second Chance] When Jen heads back to her hometown after ten years to celebrate her grandmother's 70th birthday, she knows she'll have to face Matt, once the love of her life. But what both of them don't expect is to have the feelings they had long buried inside to flourish back to life along with walls of resentment, and a sizzling attraction. ***** Jennifer Bloom has completely escaped her small-town past. She's a successful interior designer with great clients and everything she's ever wanted. But when she's called back home to help plan her grandmother's 70th birthday party, she's partnered up with Matthew Hunt - once the love of her life. He's lived in town his whole life, and he's handsome, strong, kind, and the only man who's ever made her heart race. Experiencing life with Matthew again reminds Jennifer of all the things she's missing, even though she's got everything she once wanted. At one point, all those years ago, they thought they'd be spending their lives together, but life threw them a curveball, forcing her to make the decision to leave and never look back. Now, they realize love was never an issue; their problem has always been everything that comes in-between. He'd never move to the city, and Jennifer can't leave the life she's built behind. Walls of resentment still block the way, even though their love for each other still burns strong in their hearts. Can true love bridge the distance between them? Is love ever enough to make a relationship work? Is it finally their second chance?

200 million people were killed in a war disguised as WWIII. Now, in 2250, a New World Order reigns.

Getting your cherry popped by your best friend and then being in a relationship with him and his boyfriend was a wonderful, new experience for Cassie, but life doesn't stop for the happy moments. It keeps going. Time changes everything and sometimes those changes are betrayals. Betrayals that can never be forgiven.

Every half century in a small little town hidden in the woods, a beast comes out from the forest to claim his bride on the night of an eclipse. The people of call this phenomenon "the taking". This beast is said to be very dangerous. It roams door to door searching for the woman whose being calls to his animal instincts. He will kill, mutilate and destroy everything in his path until he finds his bride. In the past, the townsmen have tried to hunt the creature and kill him before they can steal one of their marriageable daughters, but the beast does not hunt alone. He has followers among the shadows to make sure his goal is accomplished. Once he finds his bride, he carries her back to the forest where she is never seen or heard from again. Celeste believes this so-called "legend" is just some scary fairytale her grandmother made up to scare her. But was she ever wrong when a pair of moonlit eyes stared straight at her through her bedroom window and entered her room. Next thing she knew, she was being carried out the house and into the woods by a half-naked man who called her his. Who would have thought? Grandma wasn't crazy after all. Young Adult novel. Paranormal/Comedy-Romance @2014

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.