Adonis Celts, the notorious monster who'd been rotting in prison for the past decade. Getting an interview with him just weeks before his release would be the story of a lifetime, and well worth the risk. With his hands cuffed and guards right outside the door, nothing could go wrong. Right? • • • "I've already explained I'm not afraid of you Mr. Celts. But it seems like you want me to be?" I retort. He leans forward in the chair, his face just a foot or two away from mine. The light flickers above us and it seems like a sign for me to shut the hell up. "Mmhm right. Well, maybe you have more nerve than sense then hm? Or you just don't scare as easily as the others." His jaw ticks slightly "But I can think of far better ways to get your heart racing. So no honey, fear is the last thing I want from a woman like you."

| 𝐚𝐡 • 𝐠𝐚𝐡 • 𝐩𝐚𝐲 | 𝟏. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞; 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ | ᴍᴀʏ 𝟾 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸 ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ | ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 𝟸𝟺 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺

| 18+ | Completed | • • • Sevyn Haren was the type of person to fight for what she wanted. She stayed with her claws out, her pom poms in position and her mind on alert because well, she was always ready to fight. Now the question was. . .ready to fight what? A stupid piece of metal. More precisely, Veer Epp's stupid piece of metal that was oddly always on his ring finger. It was too bad that she was the type of person to go against every single set rule to get what she wanted. And what she wanted was Coach Epps. His wife could share.

"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.

"Oh my God, Zara," he whispered, taking a good look at me. The insecurity managed to break through my amorousness. "I knew you were a beautiful woman, but damn, you're about to kill me with those curves." "I..." I wrapped my arms around chest, feebly trying to shield myself from his stare. Shame churned within my stomach. "I-Is that a bad thing?" "No, it's a very good thing." Gently, he pushes my arms away so I can't hide myself anymore. I sighed as his fingers drew little lines along the curves of my hips. "Almost makes we wish I was a race car driver so I could fully appreciate them."

Maxwell Evans is used to being abused by everyone. Why? because he is beautiful with his giant baby like blue eyes and heartbreaking smile, he is a magnet for women...and men. He is always surrounded by girls and has never had one male friend in life, this causes boys to beat him because they think his gay or they want him. Moving to a new school for fresh start he qucikly falls victim to Erick Carter, the schools hottest guy who picks people up just to dump them again. Max finds his first male friend who doesnt know what he is. Erick knows he straight...until he meets Max. Two curious boys and both want to find out what they are....Max soon finds himself in a twisted triangle.

Justin and Kade. Two very close friends, who are both (supposedly) straight. Until one kiss equals a bunch of uncontrollable feelings and a confession from both sides.

Currently being rewritten. Any chapter that has Under Revision in its title has not been touched yet. Post schedule: Sundays + sporadic posts throughout the week Rewritten chapters have added content. A long time ago when I was just a child, my parents stole a large fortune of money from a very powerful man. They spent it on their addictions and debts, thinking they had gotten away with it. But eventually, he found out and forced them to pay him back in yearly installments rather than taking their thieving hands. We paid him as we could, wither it was with money, milk from our cows or cheeses. This had gone on nearly my whole life. But this year...we have nothing to give. When he came walking through our front door I knew my entire world was about to be turned upside down. I stood in the corner of the room staring at him as he addressed my parents. He had this heartless tone when he spoke and his eyes, those vibrant green eyes set a twisting in my gut. "Sir Dominik, I-I.." My father began to panic looking around frantically. We had never missed a payment before. Our last cow had died off, so we had no milk. We were completely out of money and we had nothing valuable to offer. That's when something unexpected happened. Sir Dominik looked straight at me. "I will take her. And your debt is paid."

[2013 Watty Finalist] Thea Gibson lives a normal life. She waitresses at her local bar, pays her bills on time, has a secret crush on Detective Josh Cooper and let's her friend Shae drag her to parties when she'd rather be curled up at home buried in the latest paranormal fantasy. In one night though, her life becomes a paranormal fantasy when she is attacked by Titans and saved by a man claiming to be Hermes, Messenger of the Gods. Hermes tells her she is a reincarnated deity, with latent powers she must remember so she can return the recently escaped Cronos back to Tartarus. Thea refuses to believe such nonsense but with the strange things happening around her, Thea begins to discover that fantasy is more closer to reality than she once thought... Note: Some myths have been altered for this story. Please do not presume to correct them as they are altered for the purposes of my story. Forsaken Deity Copyright © Melissa Lucas 2013 All Rights Reserved. No part of this literary work may be reproduced or used without written consent from the author.