The Unknown... The bane of the everyday human existence. From the dark, dank vampires who can't cross running water to the glittering vampires whose bodies are like diamonds. Or from the werewolf that wants and craves human blood to the love-struck wolf who just wants to find his mate. It's all the same to the humans. One of them always has to get hurt or worst yet they die. Most humans stay away from the Supernatural beings that walk this dimension and the next, but they are few who traffic with them. Few who would ask their services should they ever need it. This is Tiwa Adams' story.

Ah, screw it! I'm not your dog, not your whore, and certainly not your lover. I'm Prof. Steve Finley. I teach English Lit to snot-nosed students. I'm a failed writer - those who cannot do, teach. Don't give me that look, Jack. You're a shady gangster and you don't know anything about writing or about me... Stop hiding my clothes. Stop leaving me notes with orders. Stop being so adorable when you're supposed to be the bad guy. We're in this messed up situation because of you. You're the jerk here, aren't you? Be cruel. Be awful. Because I'm falling and there's a long way down to rock bottom. Who the Hell am I? I'm Not Steve. ___This is a Psychological Romance___in which Every Detail Matters___ Reader feedback (:D): "I have 20 minutes to study 3 years of work for my maths tests... what am I going to do instead? READ MY FAVOURITE BOOK!" - Beano (@Starb0y) " I've been on this site for far too looooong, and sadly you can easily count just how many quality gay mature stories are in here. So when I stumbled upon yours I found myself immersed, made me interested in Wattpad again. Totally love this book, keep up the great work. " - @fishballsamurai Book 1 of the Kairos series. COMPLETED. Enjoy, leave a comment and follow for updates. :) **Graphic Content 18+ **This is a Gay Erotic Novel of sorts**WARNING**You might enjoy it**

"What would you like me to play; The violin or your pussy?" • • • He lived on the street. They called him a tramp. He slept with trash and found his meals in the garbage. Nobody knew who he was. Melody knew the moment she met him, something about him was off. Something about him was missing. Impassive and unpredictable, he always lurked around, his hulking figure a wandering question mark on the streets of New York. But give him a violin and watch him play...

Sequel to Hitman in Love Even two years after Angelo left, the infamous mafia boss can't forget the hitman who'd come to take his life. He thinks about him day and night. With no message from Angelo, Dante's hope of seeing him again grows dimmer. One night, tormented by the thoughts of Angelo, Dante wanders and stumbles upon a small bar. With an intention of getting drunk, he walks in only to find Angelo working there, looking happier than Dante had ever seen him be. Dante doesn't want to ruin it for Angelo, but he can't help himself from coming back to the bar.

"Dance with me." I looked at Giovanni and his blue eyes stared at me with amazement and compassion. Something no other man ever did before. "I have not danced in a long time Isabel." He smirked as he laid back on the couch and stared at me. My favorite song was playing, and I could not help but to pull him up as I begged. "Please?" That soft plead made him weak. Nothing ever made him weak. He never danced before. This tall, buff, muscular man danced with me and held my tiny self against his strong frame as if I was everything in the world to him. He danced...... Or he tried to dance for me. I giggled as I ran my fingers through his hair as he looked nervous. "Isabel. I must tell you something." He whispered against my lips. Giovanni Fiorelli Mafia Lord. Cold. Ruthless. Deadly. Unwilling to care or love. When a meeting has gone bad, Giovanni thought that he would die in the freezing cold river. Isabel Cielo. Sweet. Kind. Selfless. Beautiful inside and out. Able to love No matter what condition. Never would he have thought that in a world full of demons and monsters, he would meet....... A Saint.

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Roxie has always had bad luck. She was probably the most unlucky she wolf in her pack. It shouldn't have come as a surprise that her mate is the one creature that werewolves hate the most in the entire world--a vampire.

Before he came along, Jennifer was just a girl leading a miserable life, with a troubled past that kept her up most nights. She didn't have anything going for her, no friends, boyfriend, nothing even remotely exciting, and then she met Rick. He was just a man with a secret past when fate brought them together, and now, he believes it's his fate to stay by her side and protect her from her past, her fears and her nightmares. MATURE CONTENT. 18+ Co written by @rellish .. If you like this story check out all her other books!

Livia, makes her living off of other peoples misery and pain. Forcing men and women into torturous pain after she seduces then fucks them from whatever place she finds them at. They soon wake up in her basement strapped down and then are presented with the list of dirty deeds that are to be on the video that will be sold to the shady people of the world for their own sick entertainment.

“Fuck,” I whisper, shutting my eyes and clunking my head to the door. “Where were you going, Scar?” Ace breathes, smirking like he’s been dying to do this all morning. Might as well not lie. “I was going to hot wire your car and drive back to California, grab all my cash, fly to Europe, live there for a couple weeks, and then drink myself to death.” His smirk drops. “That’s not funny.” “Never said it was.” A quiet moment drifts through as I lazily stare at him. “You’re serious?” “Yep.” Scarlett Hunter is only 19 and has already killed 65 vampires. It's drilled into her mind that vampires are bad, and they always will be. That is, until Ace Caplin decides to enter her world via her kitchen.