This story is now on hold. The clock ticks... Ember has always had a special ability to tell the future. She is a Spirit Talker who lives a simple life with her family until one fateful night she becomes a Bitten. A danger to her family and those she loves the most, she can no longer stay in the only home she has ever known. Seeking shelter with those that harbor their own Madness inside themselves they form their special community that is tied deeply to the phases of the moon. There is only one rule that governs the lives of the Bitten, never bite, only kill.

Im taking a break from my other stories. I feel this is a necessary story that needs to be written. Those who don't believe in forever afters. Don't believe in Mr. Right. This is a story for you.

a woman who lives in the woods alone, and one day, a man from outer space shows up on her doorstep-the same man she's been dreaming about for two years.

It started on Wattpad but now is EVERYWHERE! with a published book, a captivating Webcomic on WEBTOON, a published graphic novel, and an upcoming film adaptation by Wattpad WEBTOON studios in Partnership with Stampede. Read, scroll, or watch - Enjoy this romance in any way you like. Stay tuned for film release updates! Basketball star Caleb Lockhart had it all - until a chance encounter with a mysterious woman in red changed everything. For the first time in his life, Caleb wanted something; something he could never have. ***** College heartthrob Caleb Lockhart is the last person a girl like Veronica Strafford should be involved with. Intelligent and ambitious, with good reason to be cynical of the world, Veronica refuses to be the campus player's next conquest, even after a chance encounter sparks an undeniable attraction between them. But with nowhere to stay, and running from recent tragedy, Veronica finds herself leaning on someone else for the first time. Caleb has never wanted something like this before and he's determined to pursue her, even as the secrets of their pasts threaten to break them apart. Book 1 in the Red series

THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY BEING EDITED. . . MIND YOURSELF. Nathanial King moved to Savoie, Louisiana to deal with his broken heart. He needed closure. With all the resources at his feet, he knew that building the pol-dunk town into something respectable would be easier than breathing. In and out no big deal...than he saw her across the way and decided right than and there that he would lay roots and build something with her. Convinced that he dreamed her up, the CEO of King Industries set out to claim what is right fully his. {interracial romance with black woman, white man} This story will be told through Nathanial King's point of view. WARNING THIS STORY INVOLVES ADULT SITUATIONS. [Savoie, Louisiana is a fictional town in Northern Louisiana.]

"I've come to discuss your side of the deal we made earlier." He sat on the bench, his towel wrapped tightly around his waist. "Okay, what you got for me?" Here goes. If I didn't get it out now, I never will. "I want you to teach me how to be sexy." Allison (Ally) is tired of being overlooked by the opposite sex. Every guy she knows goes for the overly sexy girl who wears revealing clothes, and tons of makeup, and is ready to drop it low at a moment's notice. So where did that leave girls like her with standards? Lonely and frustrated. But not anymore. Ally is prepared to do something drastic to increase her chances of snagging the man of her dreams, Brandon. The sexy jock has been on her radar since the moment she met him. And when a golden opportunity presents itself for her to try something crazy, she decides to throw caution to the wind. Drew, Brandon's best friend, needs her help for the millionth time and Ally decides it's time to stop doing his work for free, he has to earn it, but is he willing to pay the price she asks and help her with her plan to snag Brandon? Or does Drew have something more devious in mind like snagging her for himself?

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

You could say that Carmen and Chance are... 'pen pals.' Emphasis on the PEN COPYRIGHT 2016-2025 to _macc_ I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REDISTRIBUTE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY TO ANYONE OR ON ANY SITE