A young 18 year old, blue eyed, blonde. Freckles adorned her face. Her appearance and demeanor shouted friendly. With just one friend and a puppy to keep her company, this young lady's life was about to change drastically. Meet Samantha Johnson. An artist by trade and a gamer with a big personality. She thought she had everything she needed. Her own home, a growing career as an artist, a best friend she'd known since high school and a playful furry ball of fun. What more could a girl ask for? Well apparently its what you don't expect that you have to really wonder about. Christopher Matthews. He's the new guy in town from Ireland. Age 29, tall, muscular, oh so attractive and mysterious. He's dominant and authoritative, with a quiet, to himself personality. Perhaps that's what makes him so alluring. The type of person you want to avoid but are drawn to at the same time. These two's worlds were about to meet. Neither of them knew exactly where it would go, and Christopher had a few plans for Samantha that she would learn of sooner or later. Plans that would surprise her as well as change her life forever. Only time will tell where their story will begin and where it would take them next. [!!WARNING EXPLICIT CONTENT!!] MATURE CONTENT Rated ® - Minor Violence - Language - Sexual Content - Rated 18+ For older audiences *word count 55,595*

"Please dont do this, I don't want it. Please." I plead with him but it's no use. He walks over to me and slams his hand on the wall next to my head, making me jump. "Turn around." He speaks slowly in a low tone. I don't move out of fear and stare at him. "NOW!" I jump and slowly turn around. I feel him move my hair to the side and puts it on. He turns me back around, smiling. "Now, that wasn't so bad." He pauses staring at me. "Make sure you never take this off. Do you understand? Never." He says in a commanding tone, looking into my eyes. I nod silently, he stares at me and gently kisses my cheek. "I will be back for you later." He turns and leaves the room. Once I'm sure he is gone, I go to the mirror. I look at my neck and see it... A leather collar with his name inscripted on it . Damien ***** If you think this is a happy story, it's not so beware. This story includes dark love with obsession and an extreme possessive dominant male.

Just as she thought she was healing and could handle herself, Oliver would show her just how much Caroline needed him... *Has some triggering topics such as physical/emotional abuse, neglect, depression, etc within the book* •Agere •Littles (males & females) •Daddydom •Discipline •Etc... Don't like it? Don't read.

"Leave me!" I struggled "Do mean that even after I paid your boss..I don't get to touch you?" He asked What the hell is this guy talking about? "I don't understand a thing you are saying! Just let me go!" I yelled He grabbed my face roughly..almost digging his nails into it. "Baby boy..you already made me angry enough. Don't make this harder on you." He said and picked me up "Let go of me you BASTARD!" I yelled He threw me on the bed and approached me as I backed off "Didn't you learn that you shouldn't ever curse?" He asked "What is wrong with you? You are fucking retard! Let me go. I have to find my d-" he cut me off and kissed me I hit him with my baby fists but all were in vain. He slipped his tongue in when I opened my mouth to curse him. I let out a sound. Damn! Why is this guy kissing me like that? I was weak due to that kiss. My body just went numb. I stared at him with a blank Expression "That's how you are supposed to be. Submissive." He smirked at me *********** Kevin's dad is working under the Mafia. In order to protect Kevin from further danger, his father decided to leave the crime world and live his like with Kevin like a happy family. Just like any other father could have wanted. But the night when Kevin went to a hotel with his father to a gathering of all the mafia leaders, he mistakenly went into a wrong room. He got sexually harassed by a man who thought him to be a male escort. But kevin ran away after he got the chance. That was his biggest mistake The man was Zander Forrest, the mafia king. And now that he laid his eyes on Kevin, he wishes to have him no matter what he has to do ************* Warning: THIS CONTAINS BOY X BOY and MATURE STUFF, VIOLENCE, SWEARING, ETC

"I need to go," I mumbled. Before I could take another breath, he had me pinned against the wall. "You aren't going to move another inch," his voice grew husky, and I watched his crystal blue eyes begin to cloud. "Your majesty," I began. I felt the knots in my stomach tangle further at his close proximity. "Let me make one thing very clear, love, I am the king here, and I and I alone am in charge. You are going to be a queen, and a queen cannot rule without her king." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Cyan grew up a human girl in a land now ruled by the were-people. She grew up safe, protected, but determined to stay far away from the people who kept her safe. But when the Royal Court holds a ball in honor of the new King's coronation, guess who got dragged along? Damien grew up a powerful man in an equally powerful world. As the newly crowned Alpha King, he made it his job to find his queen. The only thing stronger than fear is love, but fear is a captivating devil. __________________

"You're the only thing that I have ever truly loved," he states, leaning in closer. I try to scoot away, but he corners me on the bed, placing his body over mine. "Get off me!" I exclaim, angrily. "I'm not who you think I am. That can't be possible." His face comes closer to mine as he pins my wrists to the bed. "It is possible. I loved you for three, short, human years, and then you left me. Now that I have you back, though, I will never let that happen again." ***** Salem's earliest memories were of her parents preforming odd rituals. She never really understood anything they said in them, but she would always sit in the middle of the big, circled, star and giggle. At age 10, both of her parents died. She was thrown into foster care. Without them around to explain to her exactly what the rituals meant, Salem was never told that she was a sacrifice to a demon king in exchange for all the money they could ever ask for. On her 20th birthday, at the stroke of midnight, the demon king finally comes for her. She is completely unaware of the situation, and she begins to try her best at resisting his advances, but he is very possessive, very persuasive, and very determined to claim what is rightfully his.

Pressing a soft kiss to my lips he smiled against them and I softly giggled. "Precious little thing." He hummed with a smile. • "I'm sorry, London. Please find a way to forgive us." He whispered grazing his lips against my lips. • U N D E R M A J O R E D I T I N G. C O M P L E T E D.