(I also wrote Lorcan & Evette: this is a reimagined rewrite) A lonely oracle: Mistress of the future, Evette, longs for something she'll never find in the homeland of the witches - passionate, all-consuming love. Ditching her crystal balls and cauldrons, she fled for the Mortal Realm in search of romance. A werewolf King: For fifty years, Lorcan has been haunted by the scent of his mate, wafting in from an enemy's castle to the soldiers on the battlefield. A typical wiccan curse, laying a trap to bait him. Undefeated, he plans a move that will defeat his enemy once and for all. An endless war: In the Mortal Realm, Lorcan's witch bait is waiting just around the corner - but his mate's standing in front of him, the source of the scent that's haunted him for years. Can the werewolf King abandon his hunt to secure his lifelong partner? *** "I want you to need me the way I need you." He closed his eyes, grimacing like he was in pain. "I want you so badly, Evie. More than I've ever wanted anything for myself." "It's only been a week." "You say that like it's a bad thing. Like we're moving too fast and need to slow down. Look where you've got me after only a week, Evie. You've got me reassessing a war that's older than I am. You've got me randy on my knees for you."

"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

Tatiana knows that Commander Corik would never look her way. She's just an average worker in the Dollhouse, a place full of beautiful women that all orc fighters go to relieve themselves of their aggression. She is no one worth his time. But tragedy soon befalls them both, and he ends up making a grave mistake. He swears to her that he will make it right. However, Tatiana doesn't know what that entails. She doesn't even think he made a mistake! Corik won't hear it though. He swears to make it up to her and repent for his sins, whether she wants him to or not. XXXX Content Warning: This book contains depictions of mild dubcon elements, graphic violence, death, FL with low self-esteem issues, bullying, and sexually explicit content that may trigger certain audiences.

He was built for war. Bred for dominance. Bound by instinct. I was only supposed to salvage a dead ship. But deep inside the wreckage, I found him - a sleeping alien warlord locked in obsidian, armor fused to skin, and a relic pulsing beneath his chest like a second heart. When I touched it, I woke him. Now I'm marked. Bound. And he's in heat - relentless, primal, and focused on only one thing: me. Serron Valek doesn't ask for permission. He doesn't wait. He claims, knots, and fills until the bond takes root. He says I belong to him now - body, mind, and womb. I should run. But when he growls my name like a vow and pins me down like I'm the only thing left in the galaxy worth worshipping... I don't want to escape. I want more. -- Kamyawski

ɪ'ᴍ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ ʙʏ ᴅᴀʏ, ꜱᴏ ʙᴇᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ. Nothing serious about this. { This book has not been seen to. stop yourself from commenting about the state of it. } ------ Belle and Kane elevate each other in the most profound of ways. Their love is extraordinary, and their connection remains unyielding. They have borne witness to each other's finest and darkest moments, steadfastly supporting one another through life's tumultuous journey. Yet, Kane grapples with his own inner turmoil, and Belle confronts her own trials. The lingering question persists: how long can they endure this tumultuous path together? "Are we fucking friends or friends who fuck? You decide." Kane Reed West is haunted by his demons, beset by challenges that seem to multiply with each passing day. The one solace he finds is in his best friend, Isabelle Chilton. But soon, will that be enough?

When cold-hearted, dominant and controlling, Darius Kane sets his sights on something he wants he doesn't stop until he gets it. *first draft*

The Sokolov brothers are everything most girls want. Intimidating, tall, broody, they are everything to lust after. Not that they... particularly care. They own a tattoo shop, one a tattoo artist, one a piercer. Both are bikers and underlyingly involved in their father's illegal business's occasionally. Sure they have a few... bodies under themselves. And sure they are technically criminals. But that doesn't mean anything. But it does to Eleanora. But not to her best friend and step sister Lia. Lia, being Nora's wing-woman drags Nora to her tattoo appointment to meet these broody, foreign men. She was theirs. No matter what her logical side says, everything else craves their attention. And Lia is ALL for it. She is after all, her best friend, and sister.

To save her father, Ceryn reveals she's the only fertile maiden in the kingdom and offers the king an heir. Being only a peasant, her audacious claims instantly capture the king's attention and the kingdom's wrath. *** Ceryn's quiet life shatters when her father is sentenced to death. Desperate to save him, she sneaks into the palace and exposes a secret she planned on taking to the grave: She's the only fertile maiden in the land, capable of bearing the king's heir. With war looming, King Varkon already has enough on his plate. A calculating, level-headed ruler, he knows reckless moves could threaten his throne. Yet something about the peasant girl ignites his blood and makes him risk it all by claiming her. Their bloodlines are oil and water: a powerful king with an ancient ancestry, and a peasant with secrets that could ruin the kingdom. Their union exists only to produce an heir. Romance was never part of the bargain, yet every stolen glance and heated touch forces them to tread a razor's edge of duty and temptation. Their attraction threatens to shatter the kingdom's fragile balance. And with enemies circling and betrayal whispering through every hall, their union could either forge a new dynasty - or doom the realm forever. *** "My entire body tingles with the maddening need to pleasure and protect her. I am a king for Kryndor. But for her? I am a beast. There are no politics, bureaucracy, or rules when it comes to her. Only primal instinct."

University student Sunny was too busy worrying about her law exams to think about alien abductions... which is unfortunate, as she somehow wakes up naked on a spaceship after being taken by alien slavers who want to sell her to the highest bidder. But she is not alone. Fellow captive Kilnor is a warrior from the planet Miotal, and Sunny is going to have to put her faith in him if she is going to escape her captors alive.

After finding her fiance balls deep in one of her friends and maid of honor, it feels like life is over for Elina. She buries herself in work, working overtime at any chance she gets. One gray December day she is wondering if this really is what life is supposed to be like. Will she ever get over what happened? What should she do with her life? It turns out that she doesn't have to worry about her life on earth as the next time she wakes up she is on a spacecraft, circling the planet of Saturn. She has been abducted by aliens. And then they tell her that she has been brought here to breed with a galdrian male. This story will not be posted in it's entirely on wattpad since it is signed. read more in authors note. ⚠️Warning! This story contains explicit details of sexual encounters, cheating , forced consent and rape. ⚠️