Amelia Sparks has been bullied since she arrived at her new pack, it has damaged her both mentally and physically. It seemed like everyone was against her, even her own Brother. All she wants is a way out. But where and how, she has nothing. When Amelia gets her Knight in Shining Fur, can he still fix the damaged that others have done? Remember that everyone has their reason.

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Finished high school, Emma's forced to spend her summer at a camp. But a striking counsellor, Vivian, changes her plans from escape to together forever. ***** Seventeen-year-old Emma Lane usually lives with her dad, but she's once again being forced to spend the summer with her homophobic mom. This time, however, instead of spending a summer on the beach, her mom drops her off at Camp Mapplewood while she heads off on a cruise with her new husband. Emma hates the camp and tries to escape, but she is caught by a camp counsellor Vivian. She's drawn to Vivian's voice and her charm, while Vivian is fascinated by Emma's instinct to protect others and to feel with her whole heart. The two grow close, but the end of the summer looms. Can they find a way to stay together when they have to return to their normal lives? (Has a sequel: My Pretend Summer.) [[word count: 50,000-100,000 words]]

Free to read! 19-year-old Jane, newly-single, moves to London to work for her friend, Kitty. But Kitty is hiding something about the café - and about Jane and Kitty's past. ***** If you looked at her Instagram, you'd think Jane had the perfect life. But a family tragedy and a big break up shatters that illusion, prompting Jane to drop out of university and move to London. She gets a room above a bookstore and a job as a barista, thanks to her childhood friend Kitty. Struggling with feelings of loneliness among the happy staff, Jane feels further ostracized when Kitty refuses to discuss Matt, who used to live in the bedroom Jane took over and who left under mysterious circumstances. As Jane struggles to find herself, and get the attention of the cute bartender, Harper, she discovers that the Brew Books café is brewing with dark secrets. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

[nsfw content: completed 5/5.] in which a curse leaves her especially sensitive to a demon's sinful touch. ++++ Nathan grins. "Wanna see a magic trick?" Before any party can react, his hand wraps around her wrist, the curse - powered touch sends her back arched and entire body wound tight as painfully intense sensations ravage her, again. Something between a whimper and cry fall from her lips, shaking, eye flying wide then squeezing shut. Her legs give out, but he catches her, forearm hooking around her waist, and something even stronger follows in his wake. "O - oh, p - please," she gasps, writhing in his grip. Her nails claw at his skin as agonizing bliss tears across her nerves until she's convulsing violently with another orgasm. Somehow, she manages to rip herself out of his hold, hitting the carpeted floor, still twitching and buzzingly numb. Her gaze lifts to see Michael's wide - eyed expression, then to Nathan's, black eyed and filled with bad. "Little lamb." He smiles, all teeth and carnivorous. "This is going to be fun. I've been waiting to devour you."

Taking in everything he said. Did I really want to start something I knew wouldn't last? I still wanted to get back at Randi. If he could claim someone who wasn't his mate why couldn't Zayne? I didn't care anymore, I wanted revenge. I wanted the alpha to feel the same intense torment as I do "You do know how marking works?" I shake my head, I had no clue. Zayne walks closer to me, barely leaving any room between us and slides his hand around my neck and the other around my waist. "It'll only work with our clothes off." He said hinting at the meaning. He pulls back and looks into my eyes for any hesitation or second thoughts I might have, but there were none. I looked him in the eyes. "Do it!" (I DO NOT OWN/HAVE ANY RIGHTS TO THIS PICTURES USED IN THIS STORY , JUST HAPPEN TO FIND THEM ON PINTEREST AND WANTED THEM. SO SHOUT OUT TO THE OWNERS! P's. Everything else dealing with this story is original mine so don't steal my idea but you are allowed to be inspired!)-author

"Have you come here to die?" The voice was a bare whisper against the enveloping dark. It sounded stark and cold, with nothing in offer linked to safety. Yet, it brought me comfort of great proportions. ♛ ♛ ♛ In the dark wintry recesses of Baneberry Lane where the sun seems to set earlier than the rest, troubled passion blankets the streets. Known as the Valley of The Shadow of Death by the commoners for the dangerous folk it harbors. There's a house at the corner of the street underneath the pavement where a lone mollyboy stays with his dying mother with no inclination to trouble, save the knife he carries for protection. Brinley knows people look at him when he walks the districts. He sees the disgust in their eyes, he understands. The same dysphoria follows him everytime he looks at his body. Being born a girl, with a girls body and a girls voice took nothing from him knowing he was a boy. So he carries on, deepening his voice and binding his chest. Hoping one day, the misgendered notions would drop and people see him. Finn was born into wealth. Yet, the one thing he wants is the one thing he can never have. It's the secret he keeps against his family. Being attracted to the same sex is seen as a passing moment or a hankering in one's life. Finn knows that sex in his world is never followed by anything as absurd as love. So he carries on, still he craves and late at night, his desires take over him and he imagines what his life would feel like if he dropped all the pretenses. They could only shatter each other's worlds. ♚ ♚ ♚ Note: This is a short story set before the timeline of "Arsenic." It is not necessary to read this before reading "Arsenic", it can also be read as a standalone. No Rest For The Wicked #0.5

Riley James was working at her uncles tattoo studio when none other than rock and roll superstar Dominic Stone walked through the doors. Their romance began but ended a year later because of lies and betrayal. Now seven years later, Dominic walks back in to another tattoo studio only to find out that Riley is the owner. Find out how these two deal with each other once all lies are revealed. Who is telling the truth and who is really to blame? Can they forgive and trust again? Most importantly, once all is out in the open and things have settled, how will Dominic handle the fact that there is more to the story... Please feel free to comment as I would appreciate your feed back.

*word of advice, if poorly written books annoy you don't read. If you do you better not complain in my comments lol* Never steal from kings. Especially the king of demons. She hadn't expected her young brothers to steal, she hadn't thought of that scenario or what she would do. So she does what she does best, put those who she loves the most above herself. "I'm sick of this. I'm sick of you!" He bellowed in my face. I took the mask off, "I just need you out of my fucking system." He says as he stalks closer to me. Our chests press together, I look at him coldly. Tears stingy my eyes and my throat tight. "Do what you have to do, my king." He rips the necklace right off my neck.

Aïya Dasir has better things to do than dwell on former flings, but when the billionaire subject to her last con ends up back in her bed, she's forced to face the consequences. ©Mettamorphosize 2016