Inanis Messor is The Bone Cutter. He's America's most fierce and cursed celebrity. He's America's modern prophet. He's America's very own murderous darling. Inanis's job is to broadcast a live death on public television once a month, as a sacrifice to the public. Every month on the 15th, Inanis steps on a large, vibrant stage, in front of dozens of cameras, and executes a living political individual as repentance for the sins of America's government. It keeps the public satisfied. It keeps the government from having to own up to their mistakes. Mirea Dhalmi is the daughter of a famous state governor; a man who involves himself in every political discussion the media has to offer. But when he's chosen to be Inanis's next victim, Mirea desperately pleads with The Bone Cutter to spare his life. Inanis agrees, but at a price. Mirea must now become his bride, his public display. She becomes The Bone Harvester, the woman who stands beside The Bone Cutter on the bloody stage that is broadcasted throughout public television. The unfortunate woman who stands beside the celebrity who kills in front of the nation.

There is no politician above him. There is no authority to end him. There will never be a man with a status higher than his. He is Virtus Lux. He is the Bone Cutter. The most ruthless one in history. His job? Remove the corruption of the United States government, one kill at a time. His goal? Get a wife to establish the Bone Harvester. Every Bone Cutter needs a Bone Harvester at their side. So, why is it that every wife of his ends up dead? He is the threat parents tell their kids at night. The murderer nobody wants to face. After all, he killed six of his wives. His heart shows no evidence of being real, perhaps he was even born without one. Wasn't he? Being a Bone Cutter is his greatest dream. Isn't it? All six of his wives ended up dead. Didn't they? Who, above anything else, is Uri Ruben; the young man who stands by his side throughout every interview, and media coverage? And are they even a man at all?

[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.

Casen Brooks and Bridget Banks have been neighbors since the beginning of their sophomore year. She's the quiet girl, never paying anybody any attention and he's unknowingly the most popular guy in their class. After not speaking since he moved in to the house, she catches him watching her through her window. The first night of summer gets stranger and stranger, and suddenly, they've done something they never actually thought would happen. See how the summer plays out for these two teenagers as they explore sex, love, and the changes that come along with being a teenager.

It was pitch black outside, the only light came from the lantern at the front of the coach, bobbing crazily over the road. The coach picked up speed again, and Jonathan remained at the window, waiting to catch a glimpse of Castle Blackstone, the place that would be his home for the next six years. Romance / Historical / LGBT

His sharp teeth nipped on the tender skin of my neck. I froze, not knowing whether to expect pain or pleasure. "I've had many women before, but none of them tasted as sweet as you." My lips parted when he reached his hand down toward my stomach. "Maybe it's because I have type O blood," I joked. He let out a deep chuckle that sent a shiver down my spine. "I was talking about this," he dipped his hand into my pants, causing me to let out a quiet sigh, "but your blood tastes just as good." - Working at a mental institution in a small town had always been dull for Ophelia Fawn. It took an interesting turn, though, when a mysterious new patient by the name of Xander Dimitri came in. Ophelia had never really believed in the legends that circulated around town about mystical creatures, but Xander was somehow convincing her otherwise in very enticing ways. // #1 Vampire