Delia Adkins was laying low and staying out of people's way when she first moved into one of the rooms of the Leaky Cauldron but little did she know, stepping into the wondrous world that is Weasley's Wizards Wheezes would change that. Completed ~ May 27th 2020 1 in #georgeweasley 6th June 2020 1 in #mollyweasley 6th June 2020 3 in #battleofhogwarts 6th June 2020 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO JK ROWLING (excluding my own characters and story lines included)

Book Two of "The Stranger In My Bed" series. ****************** "Because moments only happen in a moment," he said simply. Highest Ranks: #1 Desperate, #1 Caretaker, #2 Desire, #1 Psychological, #6 Disorder, #3 Eroticastories WARNING: Erotic Content! Anna Walton has several problems. The biggest being that she has multiple lovers. And they're all the same man. Mr. Weston has a rare mental illness. He wakes up each morning believing he is a new person, and all of them want Anna. Finding the balance between being his caretaker and his lover is hard. Finding a balance between her lovers is even harder. How can she please a man who's jealous of himself? How can she separate the different men in her lover's mind?

Book One of "The Stranger In My Bed" series. ******************** "Tell me, Ms. Walton, how will you care for me?" Highest Ranks: #1 Desperate, #1 Eroticastories, #7 Eroticromance, #1 Desire, #1 Maturethemes, #1 Psychological, #3 Sexy, #1 Sexscenes, #1 Jealousy, #2 Disorder, #1 Series, #1 Wealth, #2 Caretaker, #1 Lust WARNING: Erotic content! Anna Walton hasn't had an easy life, but that all changes when she applies to be the caretaker for Jack Weston. The last member of a wealthy family with a rare mental illness. Each day Jack believes he is a different person, but one thing remains constant: his lust for Anna. His loyal caretaker, she fulfills his every need, but after each night she's left wondering: will she ever really know this stranger in her bed?

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

BOOK ONE OF THE CURSED SERIES "What's your name?" His voice was a delicate murmur in her ear. "Alice," she breathed, gasping as he nipped at her lobe. Their bodies swayed to the music, ignorant of the people around them. She was falling into the abyss of this man, of his seduction and thrall. Her stomach clenched involuntarily as he breathed her name in a throaty groan. "I like that," he murmured as he trailed his tongue down her neck, nipping at the skin at the base of her throat. Alice opened her eyes at the glaring flashing lights above them. She wanted him. Gods how she wanted him... "What's your name?" She dared to ask. Her throat was dry and parched from the heat, from the man that ground his pelvis into her ass... He chuckled, fingers trailing down her right thigh, "so responsive," he murmured as she moaned, gasping for cool air. * * * When Alice seeks out a popular club in hopes of curbing the misery that 'the one that should not be named' had caused, she most certainly didn't anticipate stumbling upon a man who would rock her world in a way that 'the one that should not be named' didn't. Nevermind the prospect of stumbling upon someone who was of another species entirely. Although, she tried to forget about that part. And let's be honest here, it's not exactly easy escaping an Alpha that claims to require Alice for his survival. But like her gramps had told her- "there's nothing like a good kick to the balls." Though, that didn't quite work in her favour a year down the line. How, do you wonder? Well, it's a damn long story to tell.

In which Milla Rosamund finds herself stuck in quite a compromising position beneath James Potter. - WARNING: This story will contain mature themes, scenes, and language such as profanity, drugs and/or alcohol, and sexual content. #SBRoadTo500k Rankings: #1 in Marauders Fanfiction as of May 12, 2018 #1 in Remus Lupin as of October 28, 2018 #1 in Harry Potter as of October 4, 2018 #1 in James Potter as of May 19, 2019 #1 in Peter Pettigrew as of January 31, 2019 #3 in Sirius Black as of December 5, 2018 #1 in Marauders as of March 17, 2019 Completed as of July 29, 2018

*Chosen Mates* Mary Elizabeth Carter have gone through the Mating Ball for five consecutive years with no luck in snagging a mate. She didn't care if had a rank or he wasn't all that attractive. All she wanted was to be mated and sated. Yes, that's right. Thoroughly fucked. Now, at the age of twenty-five she was well on her way to be hung on the spinster shelf for the unwanted. She decided to break out of her shell and instead of waiting for someone to notice her. Get herself noticed. Her target was Beta of the Stonewall Pack. Luring him into a dark corner and planning to give the kiss of his lifetime, she gave it all. A kissed that took both of their breath away. The kiss led to an almost fairytale ending. Everything was going smoothly.... except she didn't kiss the Beta of the Stonewall Pack. Mary had accidentally snogged the most eligible bachelor that all unmated female werewolves have been pining for---Alpha Ryker of the Stonewall Pack.

When the arrogant stranger Bess is forced to marry unexpectedly becomes a duke, she'll find herself at odds with her growing feelings as he hunts for a killer. ***** Sharp-tongued Elizabeth 'Bess' Jones is perfectly content living on her lonesome in a tiny village south of Derbyshire. She works as a nurse, owns a small home, and finds the label of 'spinster' an agreeable trade for her independence. But when her entire life is uprooted in an instant, she only has one person to blame: her new husband, Emmett Wilde, who was caught in a compromising situation with her. And now, despite his promise to fake a death certificate after their wedding--to free her of any duty to him or their marriage bed--he sends for her in the dead of night with startling news: his father has been murdered, and he is now the Duke of Ascot with a wife he can no longer deny... [[Word Count: 60,000-70,000 words]] [[Cover designed by Ren Tachibana]]

FREE AUDIO VERSION - This book is now being posted to my YouTube channel where I'm reading the story myself. If you'd like to listen to the entire story as it's being uploaded, please check out my channel at this link: https://www.youtube.com/@IckyChicDesigns YouTube Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLNlvdwjhciZySb-EXIn3zTQTH0gFX6sS6 Sheiks of Ahalamin - Book One. He's an audacious Middle Eastern Prince. She's a prideful Wall Street Princess. These two warring hearts will burn a trail from the skyscrapers of New York City to the scorching sand of Ahalamin. ____________________ Synopsis: When financial executive, Victoria Ballard, is tricked into marriage with the Prince of Ahalamin, her perfectly designed life unravels. To put the pieces back together and claim her heart's desire, she'll have to find a way to cross an uncharted ocean of culture and prejudice. ________________________________________________