Sequel to P.S. I'm A Creature It had been ten years since Viktor's accident. Ten years since he moved on with Aaron and struggled to control his blood lust and crazed hunger, and it finally felt peaceful. That is, until the government decided it wants its part in the Experiment craze. Along with the fact that Viktor no longer believes his past is truly in the past. All that's left is for him to do what he does best. Kill, and leave no man to survive.

"Do you still see them?" "Yes. They speak to me. They say horrible things in my ear. Sometimes, if I really pay attention, they tell me secrets." "And what happens if you choose to ignore these voices?" "They get angry, and I get hurt." Oliver could hear voices of demons for as long as he could remember. They had caused him nothing but trouble, the abandonment of his family being one of them. That is, until he met Mori. The angel who saved him. The angel who took him away from that asylum. The angel who...annoyed the hell out of him. And now he was stuck to that angel for life, but his life might be shorter than the teen ever hoped.

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

She just wanted a more interesting life. That's it. For her, the daily routine was simple: wake up, school, study, sleep, repeat. Her life was absolutely plain to her, and she prayed for anyone out there to change it. But she should have more careful about what she wished for. Because all of a sudden the quiet girl that no one notices starts to... change. Her hatred for everyone increases to the point where it's all she feels, her emotions start to wash away, her body becomes more powerful, and she starts getting more dangerous. That was her new beginning. She's turned into a monster with no memory of who her human form was. And she's not just any monster. She turns into Hell's personal assassin, a hunger for souls and a thirst for blood. But this is what she wanted, isn't it? She asked for anyone out there to change her life, and make it more interesting. And Satan decided to help her out with her request. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- June 7: Horror #77 June 9: Horror #69 June 13: Horror #49 June 15: Horror #47 July 3: Horror #26 July 24: Horror #14 Aug. 4: Horror #11 Aug. 17: Horror #9 Sept. 9: Horror #5 Sept. 20: Horror #3 *WARNING* if you don't like swearing or graphic scenes, please read at your own risk. *WARNING* if you don't like reading sexual content, please don't read or read at your own risk. *WARNING* sarcasm and sick humor will be in it. Be prepared for madness.

[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."