"What we do is glamour porn. It's selling the art of teasing." • • • • • • Cecelia: the stubborn girl who denies her truth. Hazel: the shy girl who refuses to reveal what she's hiding from. Welcome to the Doll House

When Kimberly's family can't afford to send her to Miami with the rest of her friends, she is forced to spend her spring break at the house of her father's friend, Julian Carter. Kimberly was not happy with the arrangement and prepared herself for a boring spring break. What she didn't expect though, was for Julian to be young, hot, and captivating. The sexual tension between the two came as a bonus. In the course of a few weeks, Julian will enlighten Kimberly and show her exactly what kinds of things happen under his roof. **WARNING: mature themes, swearing, lots of sex (as if that ever stopped anyone) Copyright © 2015 Nabi Chung. All rights reserved.

Warning: Rated R, Mature Audience Only! "He hovered over her mouth as he spoke, "Do not feel ashamed." She gasped as a tear eased out of her eye as he caressed her, "I can't resist having you." He kissed her again as unbuttoned his own shirt and gently laid on top of her, "You were made for me.. You make me feel less of a monster." " Bianca Marcose was always over looked, her evil older sister Rose made sure of that. She was always the good daughter, never spoke back, never caused trouble. Secretly she dreamed of a simple life, but when their ill mob boss father Avin needs to secure his daughters safety, everyone is shocked when he chose James Endrizzi to marry Rose and to take his place. James Endrizzi, womanizer, psychopath, handsome, fearless, heartthrob. Sounds dreamy? Not to Bianca "prude" Marcose. When James first arrives to Avins house, he is actually excited to meet Bianca, until he realizes that her sister is next in line for marriage. Since Bianca is off limits, he does what any normal man that acts like a teenager does, bullies her. He makes her life a living Hell since she is off limits. What will happen when her nature breaks his hard exterior? Thank you im_so_fab for the awesome cover art!

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."

Deimos is his name, but I'd rather call him the Devil, because of how much he resembles Satan. Arrogant, rude, and insanely hot. The Devil was the perfect name for this man. Ignoring his hand, I nod at him in acknowledgment. "Mr. Themis, nice to finally meet you." I give him the coldest smile I can muster then turn to sit down in the empty chair. He just stands there, dragging the hand I denied to shake through his inky black locks, and following my every movement. "The pleasure's all mine, Ms. Vulcan." Hearing him direct his voice to me makes me visibly shiver, which I'm sure he noticed. His sharp jaw clenches as he watches me, his head tilted to an angle. He was pissed, and he had never looked hotter. This dinner was going to be loads of fucking fun.

Just read the prologue, my dudes. Contains mature content and mental BDSM, 18+.

Rage is the residential psycho of the club. Tormented by his own demons he lives in pain and agony, a constant state of rage. Everyone knows him as the Hellhound of the Riders of Tyr , known for his cruelty and the joy he gets from causing pain. To others and to himself. Loyal to his King and the club he craves for the liberation death will bring him. Till he meets Iris. Iris has escaped Hell and lives out on the streets till she surprises everyone and becomes a mechanic for the Riders. Afraid of her own shadow, plagued by the terrifying memories she never feels safe. Until she meets Rage.

"Do you want to know what the worst part is about monsters these days?" "Whats that?" I knocked back the rest of the burning liquid in my glass and grimaced. "They refuse to stay under the fucking bed." *** His hair was darker than pitch and eyes clearer than the Mediterranean. He was an underground king, running the biggest gang in the city. His cold calculating smile struck fear in even the bravest of hearts. Controlling and powerful, Ash Petrov always gets what he wants and now...He wants her. But he's not the only badass in New York. Not anymore. Not since she arrived. Cara Turner struggles with hiding from her past and living in her present but what happens when they collide? Will she be able to survive? ****************** Warning will contain mature content - Rated R - 16+ recommended Swearing/Sexual and explicit content/ descriptive violence Read at your own will #2 in Action! holy crap people lol unfortunately this isn't a werewolf story but I will probably write one eventually.