It is publicly acknowledged that no girl in New Britain is as disciplined, heuristically accomplished or politically adept as an Academy girl. The institution's long held reputation for producing the most intelligent, devastatingly beautiful women with personalities as beguiling as their charm and wits sparked public interest for centuries. When Laurel is gifted a scholarship and transported inside its golden gates she is forced to dabble in lies and secret escapades whilst rubbing shoulders with the the creme de la creme of high society. Before long, the headmistress presents her with a special assignment as she does each girl, only it is the greatest undertaking of her life. "Dark Haven Academy is pleased to have you as one of it's own." ©hannahfoxx 2018

Death. Death doesn't care if you're old or young. Death doesn't care if you're healthy or ill. Death doesn't care if you're naughty or nice. Death doesn't care if you're loved or not. If Death wants you dead, then Death will have you dead.

He's detached. Heartless, cruel and unforgiving. But he's also the most aggressive, strongest Alpha to exist. He's feared, he's admired- he's beautiful. All Colton has ever known was hatred. He never trusts anyone for long, and his instinct to kill dominates. He doesn't know how to socialize with people, he doesn't know how to take care of a woman- worst of all, he doesn't know how to love. When he meets Samantha, for the first time in Colton's life- he's terrified. She is his soulmate, the most beautiful woman he has ever laid his eyes on. And he wants her. Bad. His primal instincts kick in, and Colton knows he needs to protect her from the world. It's all he plans on doing. He treats her different. She has no idea about his real side, his real personality and one day when she runs off to find him- she finds herself in the hands of a very intimidating, terrifying Alpha- her Colton. How can she accept such a beast? Love a man that cold? Colton is frightened of her rejection, and even though his instinct is to ravish her, he has to hold himself back. But how can he when she says with those pouty lips and teasing voice, "Violate me,"

Something about this guy made the panties drop and the hearts stop. He was 180 pounds of tattooed skin and great hair. He slept with more girls than he could count using all fingers and toes. He punched a paster in the face, while in church. He taught your little brother how to roll a joint, While at dinner with your family. He ran over your dog, Right in front of you. He slept with you in the back of a gas station, that-alone- is just... He told you he'll never be able to love you, that you were just 'SEX' to him, while you bailed him out of jail. Your friends hate him. Your family Hates him. He is what some might call, the token 'Bad Boy.' His name is Tyler. And he's the bad boy that even the little devil standing on your left shoulder doesn't condone. |Extreme100x SEX, VIOLENCE, DRUGS|

Sworn to the Blake family before her birth via a betrothal ceremony that was sealed in blood - one she knows nothing about - Rosaline has no idea how her life is about to change. She lives a normal, if not simple, life in the city limits of Seattle, WA with her cat Zeus. That is, she did until she woke up in a potential nightmare. Enter Daemon Xander Blake. Cold, distant, and controlling; the three words that best describe him. But then, so do sexy, mysterious, and alluring. And let's face it, what's a girl to do when she's trapped inside a cavernous, eerily comforting castle filled with every luxury imaginable to man - aside from plotting her escape, of course? But as time stretches on, Rosaline finds herself in a compromising situation; she may just be falling for Mr. Tall Dark and Relentless. And when said man makes a proposition to her one night - one concerning her departure from all things related to her glamorous prison, and essentially, Daemon himself - she can't help being more than enthusiastic about hearing him out. But can she really trust anything that he says? Excerpt: My body, previously uncomfortably close to Daemon's, was suddenly flush against him; my chin, between his index and pointer finger in a firm grip, was turned towards him; and my lips were slowly being ravaged by his in a demanding manner. Several different emotions began to assault me and I couldn't think to save my life. I let out a small whimper when he traced a fang lightly, teasingly along my bottom lip. His hands, no longer caging me in, where suddenly on my hips, digging into to the sensitive flesh there as he pulled me impossibly closer to him. It wasn't until I began to feel his lips moving down my neck, that I panicked. My mind, still hazy from the high that accompanied Daemon's touch, decided that it would be wise to pull away - but when I went to push at Daemon's shoulders he let out a low, threatening growl. Unedited. Weekly Updates. All Rights Reserved to @Chuggs3y.