She was meant to serve the king. She had no place. No importance. No story. Simply taste the King's food for poison and leave. But the King's infatuation with her was more than anything normal. He wanted more than to stare Just a little taste A little morsel As normal! I stink with descriptions. Blood Gore Death Suggestive themes! Rated M for mature!

These vampires aren't the ones told in stories. They were never born. They were created. In April of 2014, an unknown terrorists infiltrated the United States of America's pharmacy supply and replaced drugstore medicine with camouflaged toxins supply. One million people died in one day. America broke into a panic. Many refused to take drugs. Many refused to go to the hospital. The panic lasted for about a year once the boycotting lead to many more deaths and chaos against man kind in the U.S. Though it was over, the government didn't want to take the chance. A bunch of scientists created the AIV; advanced intelligence vaccine which combats against the worst of the worsts diseases. The creation was a miracle and the people roared in excitement. Yet, there was a problem. The AIV worked only for O positive people; 39% of the U.S. It was step into the right direction. The people lined up for the vaccine. The country seemed calmer, until the next morning. December of 2017, the country broke out. 39% percent of the U.S altered into beings no one knew could exist. They slaughtered innocent people....pets...neighbors...friends...and family. Soon they became the dominant race. Soon the only material on the streets was blood. There was only one name to call them. Vampires. Obie Holloway spent most of her three years sleeping roof tops and hiding in the sewers from the new blood sucking species with her possum. She lost her parents.... FINISH BIO BY CLICKING READ

"Just don't tell anyone ok? it would only make trouble" he said, a serious set on his brow. "For who me or you?" I asked looking straight at him. His jaw clinched and his face reddened with anger again. He's always had a short temper. Was I taking my new found confidence too far too quickly? "Listen here SERVENT GIRL! I not losing my throne to this! don't pretend you didn't like.." I cut him off. "Oooh PLEASE you think that grape between your legs had any effect on me?" I lied "Grape? " He said walking up to me Oh no He grabbed my forearm and pulled me in. His hand around my waist. "Be a good girl and hold still" Before I could respond he has turned me around and had one hand around my waist and one inching up my thigh.

Take me sequel. Scrappy finds she's lost herself along with everything else she'd ever had. She's alone this time as she faces a new season of the fight games. There's no April. No Oliver. It's just her in a world of regret and pain. But there was one thing she had learned since the whole mess that was now her life had started and that was things were forever changing.

Demons love too. They don't tell you this, but they do. All they tell you is that they hide underneath our beds, in the closets, in the dark ally you pass on your way home late one night. They tell you they have red eyes, distorted ugly faces, cruel taunting voices. But these mythical creatures come from the devil. And the devil... he is beautiful, he's an angel. We forget sometimes but, he is an angel. And all his little friends are beautiful too. And they have eyes like the stars and smiles like gold. When they talk it's like a serenade. And when they touch you you're not sure if you're being ruined or healed. They don't hide under your bed, but underneath your sheets. Right there besides you. On top of you. Under you. Inside you. They're the ones you pass on the street, tall and handsome, meek and shy, doesn't matter. You notice them, you feel their presence and meet their gaze. Then you're lost, and imprisoned. And so you'll spend nights being loved by a demon who loves in all the oddest ways. They're people just like us. They're human too. But men like them have demons... they have something twisted inside them. The way a demon loves is ominous but beautiful. It'll lure you into always coming back, always wanting more, always losing yourself to demon-like sort of love. And so you'll wonder sometimes... "Maybe I've got demons too."

"My dad sold me to a pack of werewolves to settle his gambling debt." ❀ "I'm going to count to three," Logan growls. He doesn't have to say the rest. If I haven't come to him by then, he'll come to me... and I'll regret it. I know this game, and I know there is only one way it can end: with broken bones. If I don't come to him, his wolf will take over and he'll make me pay. If I obey, his wolf will still take over, and I'll still be the one suffering the consequences. "One," Logan snaps. A tear slowly rolls down my cheek and I dig my nails into my palm until they draw blood. More tears join the first and my lower lip trembles. I want Logan to see how much he's hurting me. "Two," Logan counts, gesturing for me to come to him. I know that he's filled with anticipation. He's hoping for 'three,' craving it. ❀ Three Books in One: Sold to a Wolf Pack | ✔ Saved by a Wolf Pack | ✔ Loved by a Wolf Pack | Ongoing ❀ A fake Omega: Saffron is a rogue, but when her dad sells her to a pack of werewolves, she also has to pretend to be an Omega. Good thing she has a plan: to escape the first chance she gets. A not so mean Alpha: Logan just wants to find his mate and his happily ever after, but instead of the perfect Luna, he gets a weak, frightened Omega. Good thing his dad has a plan: make everyone in the pack mistreat Saffron so she'll finally stand up for herself. An epic romance: Saffron and Logan are meant to be, but will they realize it before it's too late? Not everything is as it seems, and with an enemy threatening to destroy the pack, time is running out. ❀ 167,102 words ❀ Has been ranked #1 in: Werewolf, Paranormal, Romance, Teen Fiction, Humor, Fantasy, General Fiction, Action and even Vampire!

Zoriana Ramos and Evan Woods have been best friends forever. What happens when one falls in love and the other is left wondering how to get the other? Follow a truly youthful and romantic story of the cliche about loving your bestie, as more than a bestie.

In all of my 23 years of life, nothing as dangerous, as stupid, as foolish.... Nothing as tempting as this had ever overcome me. Dipping the dirty dishes into the sink and scraping off the leftovers, i gripped the edge of the sink tightly, forcing my heart to slow down. Mr Anderson is my boss, he is married. He is a white man. And yet he had the power to stop my heart, as much as he can make it race. "Tara...," that deep smooth voice rang in my ears as he walked into the kitchen. "Yes, Mr Anderson?", i reluctantly turned around, making sure to keep my eyes on the ground, as i was supposed to. "How may i be of help, sir?", i asked, keeping my voice low. "I just need a glass of water, is all...I'll get it myself-", he said as he started approaching the cabinet. "Oh, no, no", i rushed to stop him as i knew that it would get me into trouble, if Mrs Anderson saw him serving himself. Clearing my throat and smoothing my hands out over my apron, "I can do that for you, sir", i told him. Stepping over to the cabinet, i took out a glass and set it on the counter, before moving to fetch the water pitcher. I let out a small breath of air, mixed with gut wrenching fear and shock when i felt two large hands settle on my hips, stopping me. "... Mr Anderson, sir..", I began to say quietly, but i quickly shut my mouth when i felt the hands encircle my waist and pull me against his body. Oh my good Lord.....

Adrian brought his face down to my ear. His warm breath at the tip of my ear sent shivers down to my body. Directed toward what's between my legs. "I know you're wet right now." I opened my mouth in protest, but he dug his fingers into my waist. He spoke again. "Don't even try denying it , Princess. I know horny when I see it. You were probably thinking of how I'd look on top of you. I'd definitely thought of you under me. Writhing, to touch you, then screaming for me to keep going. Harder. Deeper. Faster." With every word he growled harder. I felt his phone pressing into my thigh. "One of these days, you'll know what it feels like. Currently, I just like watching you get all flustered." Adrian's hand left my waist and took hold of my right hand, inspecting it; before intertwining our fingers. "You might want to cut those a little bit shorter. When I'm fucking you, I don't want there to be too many scratch marks. It'll look tacky." I gasped so hard, it hurt my throat. ---------------------- Sometimes secrets can't always be kept. When Tia moves in next door to Adrian, he withholds a fairly obvious truth from her. What he fails to realize is, she has one of her own...

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