"If you want to wander why don't you?" "Believe me, I would if I could..." . . . A story in which a tiny, werewolf-witch hybrid stumbles in and punches Hayley straight in the face. She falls into Niklaus' possessive and loving nature, and soon finds herself becoming the very first Original Werewolf-Witch-Vampire Tribrid. . . . "I'm scared, Niklaus." He sighs, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I know, baby wolf, but I am here. I will always protect you, no matter what." I groan, feeling the sharp fangs counteract with my werewolf canines. This is all so new, so scary. I don't know what to do, or if I can do it. The only thing keeping me sane is Niklaus. He is the only one who even sort of understands me, and what I'm going through. When the pain subsides, I pant against his chest, mumbling weakly, "How do you deal with it? Is it always like this?" I feel him smile against my cheek, "No. You learn to control it. And it is wonderful." . . . in which a small female wolf with a few dark secrets crosses Niklaus's path and catches his attention. . . . in which Hayley and Niklaus never had a baby. . . . start date: 3/4/18 end date: --/--/-- . . . DISCLAIMER :: prologue dialogue is not in the book, only written to set a mood in relation to the book.

Book Three in the "His Girl" series. It started out as a game, something Lana found amusement in. She would simply tease a man with her curves and mocha colored skin, batting her eyelashes and letting him get so close that he thought he had her. And then she would turn away and laugh. Lana isn't like all of your basic girls, raised in a difficult childhood she definitely learned how to become independent quickly. She didn't need a man, or so she thought. Spending most of her nights in the BDSM club closest to her house, she almost enviously watched the other males dominate their littles. When would she have that? Well, for starters she could stop teasing and playing games with the men who were interested in her. But she didn't want some man to would roll over when she told him to. She wanted a man who would growl and grab her neck and ask her exactly who she was talking to. Be careful what you wish for. . . . His finger curls, his silent demand for me to come closer. My legs move and obey quickly, instantaneously following his commands like I'm some sort of dog. Fucking traitorous legs. He smirks slightly, opening his legs in that hot, laid back type way. Oh god my ovaries might burst if he gets any sexier. I stop when I'm in between his legs, my ears straining to hear his deep and husky voice over the loud music from outside the private room. "What's a kitten like you rubbing along other mens' legs?" My face turns red. Well, as red as it can get when I'm fucking black. I cross my arms over my chest sassily. "Oh yeah? And what are you? My dad? I'm a grown ass woman, I can be with whoever I want." He chuckles, leaning forward. He stands from his seat, towering over me a good foot or so. God damnit, I'm supposed to be tall and curvy. At least I got the curvy part down. Now I just need to grow taller than a fucking infant. "Oh, kitten, I might not be your dad, but you'll definitely be calling me Daddy."

⚠️THIS STORY IS UNPUBLISHED! WILL BE UPLOADED SOON!⚠️ Book Four in the "His Girl" series. Aleksander Kroesk, almost as well known in the BDSM community as Adiah Providence, has always wanted the relationship with his men to be one of... well, a pet. He finds it almost like a Daddy does to his little, he enjoys it. Sometimes he even starts to act like a Daddy, but he prefers to be called by Master, though he wouldn't mind if his sub called him Daddy or Sir, he wasn't all that picky. Walking through the halls of the BDSM club owned by Providence himself, Aleksander finds himself staring into none other than Adonis Grois' eyes. And you can imagine who stared right back. • He yanks on the leash, making me gasp and fall forward on my knees. He smirks and tugs the chain once more, looking down at me. "Come, pet." I start to crawl toward his open legs. Why am I hard? Why is this so pleasurable for me? God if Mikkel saw me right now he would be bent over laughing. I stop at his feet, unsurely looking up. He playfully rolls his eyes and tuts at me, leaning down to pull me up onto his lap. I blush, looking up at his slender and defined face. He runs a hand through my hair and then pulls it, making my head lean back slightly. "I'm going to have fun with you, pup." He grins, releasing his hold on my head to hook his finger under my collar and tug. His eyes shine with mischief, his usually light and calming eyes now sadistic and excited. If it weren't for the fact that I trust this man with my life, I would have left the second he looked at me with those torturingly wicked orbs. I gulp while he starts to pet me, dragging his fingers through hair. "A-Aleksander..." I whimper, feeling the need to be held closer than arms length. His eyes soften, probably noticing my desperate-ness that I don't bother hiding. "Sweet boy," he coos, "come here. Come to your Master."

⚠️UNPUBLISHED! WILL BE UPLOADED SOON!⚠️ Book Five in the "His Girl" series. Mikkel Roberts didn't think he was gay. Hell, for all he knew he might as well have been attracted to bicycles. But for some, odd reason the second his eyes connected with Bruce's, he knew exactly what he was. Bruce Jackson wasn't some typical "bad boy". Okay, maybe he was. Being one of the first men that Adiah had brought into his gang, he was surprisingly also one of the most overlooked. He hung in the back, swinging bottles of alcohol into his mouth and doing all the dirty work. Basically, Bruce was like a hired killer for the gang. No matter how hard the person was to get to, he got him. So you can only imagine the surprise that overwhelmed him when he saw another member of his own gang walk into the bar. And not only that, but he was one of his bosses' best friends. Well, at least he's in for a ride. • Mikkel struggles in my grip, wiggling and trashing about to be free. This only makes me more irritated. Finally, I turn him around and smack his ass hard enough for him to yelp. "Quit this shit before I take you over my knee. Understand?" I growl, glaring at the side of his face. He stays quiet. Growing more angry, I grab his face and pull it toward mine. "Do not make me repeat myself." He gulps, looking into my eyes finally. I see the submissiveness slowly creep into his eyes. "Y-Yes.." I smirk, "Yes what?" "Yes Daddy..."