"You're really a ghost." I said, brown eyes wide. "Yes, you can close your mouth now." He said, smirking his infuriating smirk again. "Damned to my bedroom for all eternity?" I asked, with a teasing smile of my own. A frown married his devilish good looks. "It seemed a lot better before you said that." Pressing his finger to my lips, his cold, green eyes gazed into my own. "I think I prefer you with your mouth closed, little mouse." When quite, awkward Zei moves into an old house, the last thing she expects to find is a cocky, arrogant ghost who resides in her bedroom. Finding no way to get rid of him, she finds herself stuck with an inhumanely handsome supernatural being. With stark white tousled hair, forest green eyes and chiselled good looks, he looks nothing like what ghosts are supposed to look like. And rather than haunt her, he instead, enjoys to spend his time following her around and insulting her at every opportunity he gets. But there is far more to him than he reveals. She is about to find out the ghost in her room isn't the only damned creature out there. And he isn't the only one hiding secrets.

Now, I've been hungover before. Arguably more than most. I've experienced the entire spectrum of complicated euphoria that comes with drinking until you can't stand. I've witnessed things that upon reflection, no sober human being could even begin to comprehend through the kaleidoscopic of lens of Dutch courage. There has been very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions while recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded for me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something monstrous. And I can honestly say, that was a first for me. The air grew thin as I began to shake uncontrollably, a rotten cold sweat breaking out across my skin as my tongue simultaneously turned to ash in my mouth. His pupils had blown to an unearthly size, the whites of his eyes rapidly growing blood shot before flooding with thick, burgundy splotches, removing any trace of humanity. Dark veins of blues and purples bulged along his neck, darkening to a perturbing black as they crawled along his jawline and burst forth from his orifices, joining a tangled web beneath his skin. His canines which had already been relatively prominent, extended even further, their sudden evolution an inescapable indicator of their deadliness. His head morphed and elongated just past the point of natural, jaw clenching and sickening cracks looming as I stood frozen in stock horror fear. Everything in my body screamed that what I was witnessing was just wrong. That if there was a God, this creature was the antithesis. I was in the presence of the ultimate predator and I was one swipe away from having my throat ripped out. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- British ex-military meets the supernatural.

*Formerly known as The Arabian Desert.* He was a cold-hearted bandit with the power to imprison her... Maria disguises herself as a helper boy when Zain, the black-hearted, demonically handsome bandit attacks their prosperous town in the middle of the Arabian Desert and claims it as his own, naming himself sheikh, in search of its riches and treasures and a secret goal precious to his dark heart. To innocent Maria, it's either stay hidden or risk being caught and forced into Sheikh Zain's notorious harem. She was a raging spitfire that burned through his every defense... When Maria accidentally bumps into Zain one hot summer afternoon, revealing long hair, Zain is captivated and intrigued by the boy who turns out to be a feisty girl. He immediately desires the azure-eyed beauty whose melodious voice rivals that of a siren, and decides to capture and imprison her in his harem, for he must know who she is and where she came from. Now a woman who craves freedom above all else, Maria will stop at nothing to free herself from the devil himself even as she struggles against the tempestuous feelings that very devil elicits within her, all while a treacherous enemy plots against them. Copyright © 2023 | All Rights Reserved

"Kill me now, sweetheart... or I swear, you'll never escape me again." His voice was calm. His eyes? Anything but. Obsession. Pain. Lust. Rosalie Yeung never asked to play savior, but when she rescued a bleeding stranger one night in Taiwan, her quiet life shattered. Now, she's caught between two dangerous men: One wants to protect her. One wants to own her. And both are hiding secrets that could ruin her. She doesn't know who to trust. She doesn't even know herself anymore. Not with the flashbacks. Not with the voices. Not with the part of her heart that's beginning to ache for the one man she should fear most. But here's the problem with mercy, it never comes without a cost. And in a world of mafias, masks, and misplaced memories, love might just be the most dangerous weapon of all. Perfect for fans of #DarkRomance, #MafiaLove, and #Yandere male leads who don't play fair.

Most women describe Iver Hamilton to be sexy, suave, and sophisticated. He is sex on legs and a total man-whore. But when Talia Conners first meets the sexgod, an asshole is the only way she knows how to describe him, a self-centred, stubborn, egotistical bastard. He is a ruthless business tycoon and has no respect for anyone but himself. Talia can't be within two feet of him let alone work for him. But later when Talia meets Cassio and it seems as if everything is working itself out, one stupid mistake changes everything. Talia will have to deal with the consequences. Suddenly life no longer follows Talia's schedule. Her plan didn't involve juggling a boyfriend, a egotistical boss, a gay brother, a homophobic father and her dream of becoming a photographer. Life's not easy it's complicated and Talia will have to learn this the hard way. Join Talia on her journey where she soon discovers that there is no use crying over spilt coffee. His arrival in Paris as her new boss will change her life forever. For better...or for worse? Read on and find out!

When the quiet girl in Clayton Hugh's chemistry class comes knocking on his door at five in the morning barely covered up in her little pajamas, inattentive, and drooling like crazy, he has no choice but to take her inside. But once Lucy Walker wakes up inside a room she has never seen before wearing an over-sized t-shirt and gym shorts, you can imagine the pure panic setting in her. The subtle addition of Clayton entering the room shirtless doesn't help much either. After three years of fawning over him, leave it up to her sleepwalking to finally get Clayton Hugh to notice her.

Mate. A mesmerising string of four letters placed perfectly for an equally perfect person. How it came about? No one really knows the answer to that. They only know it exists. And for good reason. When Celia finds Cassius - an Alpha known for his brutality and strength - she discovers he has secrets. Ones that could tear her apart... literally. ••• ** WARNING** This isn't your average story. It will contain some heavy stuff and is not a novel where humanity is perfect. There will be slavery, hierarchies, other stuff along those lines, course language and mature content. Set in Australia 'cause I know shit all about America and I'm sick of googling everything. Cover credit: @Deadrot © Copyright 2014. Immortal-serenity™

In the desert, an instant turns life into death and hate into love. In the desert, everything is different. Boundaries break down, and you find yourself doing things that you would never, ever have imagined. Lilly Linton finds this out the hard way: in the shadow of the pyramids, she and her boss, cold, calculating Mr Ambrose, must face death and danger together. Is the desert's heat enough to melt the cold heart of Britain's richest financier? WINNER of the PEOPLE'S CHOICE AWARD in the Wattys 2016 Sequel to Robert Thier's #1 Hit 'Storm and Silence'

A series of Storm and Silence one shots ~~~ It was the warmth that he remembered the most. She was warm, so warm. Like a glowing hearth providing relief to a weary traveller from the cold in the dead of winter. Everything about her was like fire. From her fingers leaving scorched trails everywhere she touched him to the velvet of her lips igniting the furnace in his chest. ~~~