All Eric wanted was a distraction from the tiresome stress of university life. He could never in his wildest nightmares have predicted that one unfortunate misunderstanding with the capricious daughter of Shawn Briggs, a big-shot lawyer, would somehow land him working for the hot-tempered man's law firm. Then again, neither could have Shawn, who was now firmly set on a merciless path of vengeance aimed directly at his new sworn enemy: his very own assistant. But... why the hell did the brat have to be so good at his damn job? The road to rapport is never clear, but there's always that unlikely office love. [Book 2 of The Rapture Series. Stand-Alone.]

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

[COMPLETED] ೋღ🌹ღೋ He stands roughly a few feet away from me, his body towering over my crouched one. I bring my legs up to my chest, pushing myself further into the wall as he kneels down towards me. He brings his nose to the crook of my neck, my face grimacing as I await for the pain. He breathes in, "hmmm, you smell so delicious." He coos, his breath fanning my neck, causing me to shiver In disgust. If only my brothers were here... "Wheres a delicacy like you been hiding this whole time?" His use of words has me on edge. His implementations imply that he's some sort of cannibal and judging from what he did to that other man I fear I may be right. I refuse to answer him, spitting in his face. My face bounces of the wall, the sting of his slap left behind on my cheek. I shake the pain away, placing a facade up to hide the fear within. You fucking bastard! I narrow my eyes at him, taking note of his features in case I miraculously survive this encounter. His hair is a dark auburn and his eyes that watch me with amusement are a dark blue. His attire was a black suit which seemed out of place considering he was standing in an alleyway. If I manage to escape I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars. Again if... His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours." ೋღ🌹ღೋ ⚠️ Warning!!! This book is extremely dark and has depictions of Mature language, violence, sexual activity, sexual and physical abuse, including rape. Rape is a serious crime often overlooked where the victim is made to believe it is their fault. I do not condone rape however, it's a reality. Please only read if your 18+ and with caution. This book will be updated weekly. Possibly sometime more or less depending on how busy I am.

An assassin has a chance meeting with a fairy boy and can't seem to keep his mind off of him. He can't shake the feeling of wanting to help and care for the fairy but those very wants go against everything he's been taught. First Book of The Calamity Series ×not edited very well× ×completed× #104 - manxman #80 - forest

"What are you gonna do? Call for help and cry?" He cooed. "Shut the fuck up!" Damsel shoved him away, only to be slammed back against the wall again. "I'm a damsel in distress! Help! Help! Where's my Knight in shining Armour!" Darren mimicked a high-pitched girly voice as he held back his laughter, grinning from ear to ear. He couldn't help but lean down dangerously close to Damsel's face Smiling, causing the younger to scrunch up his nose in disgust in result. Sure, the boy was annoying, but the pure satisfaction of the reactions he could get from the younger set a bomb of butterflies to explode in Darren's stomach. "Darren I'm not in the mood- fuck off!" Damsel spat in his face, the spit landing on Darren's cheek. Blood was rushing to Damsel's head, as he desperately tried to calm down whilst being trapped between the muscled arms resting on the wall behind him. He was flustered to say the least as his heart beat started thumping ever so loudly, Darren's nose just inches away from his. Darren could only scoff as he wiped away the spit that landed on his cheek, flames boiling and evident in his eyes, yet he wasnt sure if it was anger, annoyance, or something else. He aggressively lifted damsel's gaze with a tight grip on the younger's chin. Dominance coated his next words as a smirk grew on Darren's face. "But your knight's right here princess, where are you gonna run off to?" -------------- Damsel prince and Darren Knight. Ironic, right? You wouldn't catch these two getting along even if they were locked up in a closet together; they'd just be trying to rip each-other's throats out. That's just how they were. They'd do any little thing to piss the other off, it didn't matter what, when, or how,they wanted a negative reaction out of the other and that was it. Enemies. Both alphas, both hot-headed, both with anger issues. And both hated eachother. They had far too many similarities. [x]

Lake doesn't like parties, he especially doesn't like getting drunk by drinking the alcoholic punch on accident, and he really doesn't enjoy following his friends to go trick or treating and somehow finding himself lost and alone in a graveyard. There is a tall figure sitting calmly on a large gravestone, so dark he appears as a silhouette, his tapered cloak moving in the wind as though suspended in water. Lake walks up to him, made of curiosity, bravery and booze. The tall man stands to tower over him, in his left hand a scythe is raised and the blade glints in the moonlight, darkness reaching out from him like a thick fog. Cold red eyes pin Lake down. "Who disturbs this halfway realm of death? Who dares to approach the harbinger..." But the little human in front of him seems unafraid. His large blue eyes squint as he reaches through the black fog and presses his hand on his chest. "Wow, that's really cool, how do you do that?"

"She was knocked out on the ground in the corner of the room. Laying on top of that ratty old blanket completely naked...The room was cold even for me. I'm guessing they kept it air conditioned to keep her weak. The room was quite small and damp. Her blood covered the room. Not just fresh blood from the hit to her head. A lot of it was old and dried up, but it covered everything. All of it was her blood, I'm guessing they beat her a lot...did a lot to her. It was dark in there I'm guessing she isn't very used to light. I don't know how long she was down there, it's not possible to tell unless she tells us. But whatever happened in there...from just looking at that room it most likely broke her." Scarlet had been taken from her pack. Kidnapped at the age of 15. Spending a year and a half about in a cell in another packs territory. Being Beaten and violated for so long she's given up hope that she'll ever leave. But what happens when Jared and his pack comes along and finally saves her from the suffering. Well you would hope it's over but it's not so easy to fix a girl whose been broken for so long. Highest ranking # 197 Werewolf (Extreme content and language)

Ace Foley is charming, attractive, and dangerous. When he decides to go to the bar to relax for a night, he has his first encounter with Jack and Delaney, beginning to weave a tangled web with the two best friends. Jack is determined to teach Ace a lesson after he manipulates Delaney, but he soon finds that he's more tangled into this web than he originally thought.

Living with a family that hates you,a pack that treats you like you're worthless,a mate that thinks you're a no good whore is not what alex knight wanted. She just wanted love but as they say good things never lasts forever and neither does life.

"Alvin! Kenny!" I called out, hearing more footsteps move from one place to another. Some idiot was moving around... I couldn't see them... "Alvin?" I asked, my eyebrow raised a little in confusion. I was looking in the direction of the footsteps, hoping they'd move again. "Alvin come here! What do we do now!? ALVIN!" I yelled, I glanced back at the wave of vampires still approaching. We were getting most of them, but they all were still coming closer each second. When I looked back in Alvin's direction, it felt like a blur. Someone was standing in front of me, I hadn't even heard them move towards me. "Alv-" I couldn't even finish my sentence, everything started to blur, then turn black. And just like that, I fell unconscious. -------- Damien was a VEP- Vampire Eradication Police. His duties consisted of patrolling the outside on the streets, securing weapons and fighting against the Vampires when they attacked in their waves. It happened every few years, it was pretty much expectable. Until someone new showed up, a different kind of vampire. Cadell. What made him so different? It was the fact that he didn't seem so bloodthirsty as the others were, he just seemed glued to Damien's hip wherever he went. But what happens when Cadell actually falls in love with Damien? What will he do? He's supposed to kill vampires, not befriend them. So what's next? [WARNING: Stockholm Syndrome, Depression, Violence and Swearing] {TRIGGER WARNING}