This is a private chapter to my story Aide Me. It contains the Mature Scene wherein Emaia and Aide spend the night together before the big battle.

"Before I show you who I am, I want you to remember what you're fighting for," Aide replied cautiously and gave them all a piercing stare. "Keep an open mind." "Just tell us, lad," Hanke snarled impatiently and bobbed his sword. "Brace yourselves," Aide said as he slowly reached for his hood. Emaia's heart pounded vigorously in her chest, so loudly, she feared people could hear. This was it. She would finally see the face of her rescuer, the face she had so longed to see. Aide gave them all one last lingering look before he closed his eyes. "Your whole world is about to change." He punctuated his sentence by pulling off his hood. The entire crowd gasped and all readied their weapons, as long silver hair burst free from the cloak and long slender ears appeared. It was impossible, Emaia thought. They had been extinct for decades. But there was no denying it. She looked at the man who had rescued her a few nights ago, and remembered him as charming and valiant. It all made so much sense now-why he could do, what he could do. He was an elf. And not just any elf. - A Northern Elf.

"The Caregiver and the Mob Boss" ❦ Avelina makes her money by taking care of those who can't take care of themselves. When she is handed a case about a man who had needed a personal caregiver, she accepts. One thing Avelina never anticipated was the dangerous lifestyle he lived. Not only that, but she didn't expect for him to be so incredibly good-looking. Adrik Zolotov, the Russian mobster that everyone called "Mad Hatter". His insanity and crave for blood left him the most feared man of all. All he wanted was power and those around him to fear him. For a man recently diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, everyone believed him to be emotionally incapable of ever loving anyone. . . Imagine their surprise when he meets Avelina. ❦ "Mr. Zolotov, I have to make sure you bathe before I leave. It's apart of my jobs protocol," she said softly. The truth was that he made her feel nervous. There was so much coldness and evil in his eyes, it left a chill to run down her spine. "Fine," he stated before walking over to his bathtub. Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled off his shirt causing her to lick her lips and quickly look away. She could hear the sound of more clothes falling onto the ground until the sound of water running littered her eardrums. "You assist when asked, isn't that right?" He asked. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see that he had already gotten into the shower. "Yes," Avelina answered. "Bathe me." ❦ Dangerously far from cliché

"I'm a murderous alcoholic with severe abandonment issues and a knack for self-harm." There's a reason why the world knew her as 'Letalé'. She was a monster, a ruthless killing-machine whose hands were drenched in the blood of many. A legendary assassin titillating between nightmares, alcohol and torment, when a sudden attack brings her face-to-face with a past she had desperately tried to bury and revelations that lead her to believe her entire life has been a lie. Caught between vengeance and emotional turmoil, Alexandra prepares for a war with an enemy more powerful than she has ever faced before. "The world reveres you as a monster." "What would you call me?" "I'd call you a savior." *** Warning: Violent Content Mature Content Self harm

Tormented, robbed, and murdered by their Gheet neighbors, the Surrey folk of the County of Blenheim are a battered and cowed people in their own land. It's what happens when you lose a war. Deirdre is just a Surrey farm-girl, but when the Gheet murder those she holds most dear, she refuses to sit around and wait for her own slaughter. She wants justice, she wants vengeance, she wants blood, and she's willing to do anything to get it, even if that means selling her soul to the fiend, a dark and malevolent creature that lurks in the far-off barrow in the blackest woods of the forest. One way or the other, she'll have her vengeance. The Revised and Edited version of "Wergild" is now just a click away on Amazon, for a paltry three ducats! Your patronage is very welcome! http://amazon.com/author/borislslocum Trigger Warning: If anything upsets you, anything at all, don't read this story.

A writer searching for belonging and a serial killer in the midst of a murder spree collide under the most unlikely circumstances. Now they must face their demons or face their own destruction. ©2018 squishylilyoongi

"Love me like you want to break me." Is it really love if it isn't cruel? #1 - deranged #3 - madlove

"You take one more fucking step towards the border and I'll tie you up to the bed," The king, Valerio seethed. I gulped lowly before putting up a facade. I took one more step towards the border and in a flash Valerio instantly held me. "Wrong move, mate" . . . . . . . . . In a world where the supernatural creatures finally took over. Humans wiped out; it was the new age. But one human lived with the help of her Hippogriff and the intertwining of two souls which belong to her parents. Charlotte has lived. Creatures of different species fought for control on each other. But who knew? All they needed was one human for peace to conquer.

Hey this is Adrian. I had a good time on our date today :) :Me too! This is going to be such a cute story to tell our kids in the future! OUR KIDS? :Oh don't worry, we'll obviously have them after we get married. WE'RE GONNA GET MARRIED? :Yeah that's what people who're in love do! WE ARE IN LOVE? :What did you think that eye contact we had for 3 seconds meant? You know what, you're right. :What? In fact let's get married tommorow! :ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND? ---------------------------------------------- Maybe getting fake-numbered isn't so bad after all. ---------------------------------------------- A short story written in dialogue/text form. ---------------------------------------------- Maybe someday? :) :Maybe someday :) ---------------------------------------------- Highest ranks: #1 in short story #1 in dialogue #3 in humor #6 in teen fiction #7 in young adult #27 in love #5 in funny

When a person is over one thousand years old and they gain much wisdom and knowledge from their travels, what do you think their personality would be? Cold? Aloof? Tragic? Unfeeling? No. None of those answers are correct. If you seek the true answer to this question, then I shall give you a hint. Somewhere, in this vast world which we call Griffon... Lies in a certain soul, Of a certain half-immortal, Unhinged and mourning over the loss of her brother, Who just went on a murdering spree in the Royal Palace after killing her 'fiancé', her 'parents', and all of those damn nobles in cold blood. And now... She was journeying to the Lellenorian Empire, In search of new victims for her to torment. This is my own story, not fanfiction. All my characters are original. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) #bravetogether ;)