In a city that's known for, sex, drugs and violence where you either end up a statistic or a lost cause is where Nyssa calls her home. She wants right from her life; she works two jobs and goes to school to take care of her siblings since her mother is more concerned about the rocks than anything else. She was a self-spoken girl with a big dream until Nightmare saw her face. Luke Rodriguez better known as "Nightmare" is what they call him. Luke got his nickname because they say he ends all dreams, being the biggest dope dealer in the city gets him loved by all, but also feared. When the two cross paths, will Nyssa be able to live her dream and get out of the city? Or will a Beautiful Nightmare end everything?

UNCUT version - R18 - At the end of the campaign season the King returns with a new Hero. Lord Torc is a mighty warrior whose conquests on the battlefield and the bedroom are legendary. He is a man unlike any Maeb has ever met - strong, handsome and hungry for her. But their love is forbidden and threatens to tear her world apart. Maeb must fight for what she wants. She must save her Kingdom, her child and her Knight To Remember.

A girl who has been through it all. Becomes strong. While still living around her kingpin dad and male friends who work for him . With her bffl Jada.

MATURE CONTENT! Kyra Avery Silverman, the daughter of an Alpha, was just another werewolf living a normal life - or so she thought. When a new Alpha moves to her area, she doesn't give it much care - but maybe she should have? 'Stupid teacher, stupid school, stupid life...' I mumble, trudging along the hall. All of a sudden, I crash into something - something hard, something warm. Since when did they build a new wall again? Then the thing, the wall, growls, and I look up, only to groan. 'Can you not see where you're going?' He snarls, spittle flying from his mouth to land everywhere, particularly my face. I didn't care, though, my initial insult dying in my throat the moment I look up at his 9ft frame, all rational thoughts leaving my mind though he's but a stranger. His eyes catch mine and for a moment, we just stare at each other. Then - 'Mate!' He growls, slamming me into the wall. And I didn't care, not about my bones breaking, not about his possible recent caveman heritage. I was in love. Tags are precious, always read tags. Or maybe not.