|Mature Paranormal Novel| Eighteen-year-old Nancy Grail believed in many things but Psychics? Now that was complete and utter bullshit. That's until the day Nancy crashes her car in the woods stumbling upon the old Crowe manor and the four gifted brothers inside. Sucked into their world, Nancy begins to feel her beliefs shift and break around her, danger foretold but the biggest danger Nancy can see is the four Crowe brothers and the lust inside her that they make bubble to the surface. {Story is now being finished on Dreame and will no longer be available on Wattpad from the 1st of October onwards}

**Contains mature content** There's a reason why the wicked have more fun... She's a lawyer to be. He's a high-profile mob boss. For all intents and purposes, they really shouldn't have even crossed paths. But when Jourdain and Matteo meet, a wicked passion ignites between the two. But can she turn a blind eye to his immoral and downright illegal ways, and go against the very laws she is learning to protect? Can he give up the "business" thats made him who he is today? Or are they doomed to end up like the star-crossed lover literary counterparts, Romeo and Juliet? It doesn't get more wicked than this....

❝Serial Killer Kids, Simone. That's what the show's called.❞ ❝Serial Killer Kids? Are you kidding me?❞ ❝My bad. Serial Killers' Kids. See why punctuation's important?❞ For as long as twenty-two-year-old Simone Fisher can remember, she's been in the spotlight. It's understandable, because her father is the infamous Swindale Slasher. That doesn't mean that she'll be following in his footsteps, right? Right. Tell that to everyone in Swindale. When a reality TV show about the children of serial killers shows interest in her, she figures making money for her baby brother wouldn't be such a bad idea. A few cameras following her around? Easy. Pretend drama? Easy. Being subjected to Adam Roth, the only son of the Moose Man? Not so much. What starts as a way to make easy money ends up being so much more...

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Marlon who fell in love with a girl named Cat. Like her name suggests, she had claws --- sharp ones. But the thing about cats with sharp claws is that as much as they hiss and scratch, they still enjoy being stroked... (Working blurb, ha.) *Cover by @bullethood*

BEAUTIFUL MONSTERS BOOK #1 RATED M 18+ {completed} _ You don't become the fiancé of one of the most powerful crime lords in the city without understanding exactly how gritty and depraved the world truly is... and how to thrive in the inferno. After five years spent under his controlling thumb, Daniela knows her position with a man like Vincent Stacatto is precarious, but as long as she plays by the rules of his "game", she's safe... Until she's taken by the devil. Kidnapped by a rival boss, Daniela becomes a pawn between two powerful forces, and just another casualty in a bloody game of chess. But to get to the top-and stay at the top-you have to fight dirty and hold nothing back, because the most dangerous piece on the board isn't the King. It's the Queen. {draft}

Maya, an innocent nurse, finds herself forced to accept protection from the Phantoms motorcycle gang, specifically the dangerous, irresistible biker, Jake Ford. ***** Maya has a normal life and a normal boyfriend, Sebastian. But one day she drops off a letter to a prison for a patient under her care, and finds herself being watched over by a dangerous, handsome biker. It turns out Maya is under the protection of Jake Ford, and despite her feelings for Sebastian, she can't resist the pull of Jake's strong arms, dark looks and chequered past. Soon criminals are coming after her, and Jake is the only one who can keep her safe. Will Maya hide behind her good-girl reputation, or let go and lose herself in the passionate world of Jake Ford? Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designer: Ren T. Photographer: Michelle Lancaster Model: Jaxon Human

Women have balls too; at least that was the creed Kristen Hilton lived by. It was the mantra for the Mistress of The Treasure Box and she displayed the shiny suckers to anyone who crossed her path. It was tough being the top Dom for San Francisco hottest BDSM club and it appeared that her status was like a bloody carcass in a shark infested ocean. So it was no surprise when Donovan Fairchild tried to put her to the test. After a brief meeting where she bested him in a spar of words, though he admits defeat, Kris finds her paranoia insisting that she not take his word. It had only been a few months since the only person she shared her heart with had nearly been raped and killed after she was kidnapped by an asshole who she had allowed VIP membership. She was not going to let another psycho win. She turns to Ivan and solicits his help through his Private Investigator. She knew Ivan would deliver...she was just shocked on who he delivers. Wicked games and dangerous flirting, mingled with the revisit of past lovers and nightmares, then top it off with explosive twist of fate and heart retching confessions; that was what Kris was in for. How was she to keep sane as all she had worked to gain and keep becomes threatened along with her life? Along side the dwindling fate of her reputation, which the wickedly handsome Viktor was about to lay to waste, did she really have to worry about who was holding the dagger in the dark? **Sequel to Conditioned...** Please follow as this story will certainly turn out to be private in a lot of chapters; so far chapter TWO is private and i can't fix that. Thanks to all my return readers! Spoiler alerts if you have not read Conditioned... I think this can stand on its own two feet, but Reconditioned will make more of a firm statement if you read Conditioned first. Will try to upload every Monday or Wednesday...no promises. Can i get some votes? maybe your feedback??? cool beans!

[DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for a mature audience. Reader discretion is advised.] His name is Khaos, and he came from nowhere. My name is Audrey, and I'm no one. He's broken. I break things. We're perfect for each other, except we're not. Perfect. *NOW ON RADISH FICTION APP ON iOS. UPDATES EVERY SATURDAY KHAOS-DAY*

Third Instalment of the Tourniquet Series. GRAPHIC & EXPLICIT! Clarke's been sent into Tourniquet to save Sophie Montgomery from Sebastienne's twisted clutches. Only Sebastienne is hanging on a meat hook and they still won't let her go. He keeps telling himself that falling for her - the niece of a deranged Russian Druglord on the hunt for vengeance - will be a really bad idea. She's obviously hurting - scared - convinced she's bad blood through and through, and deserves no better. He can't keep her safe - he's never managed before, but there's something about her that calls to him - something primal that he can't ignore. Something dark that demands her submission, and won't stop until she belongs to him.

This story has not been edited, and is technically on hold though i do have a few chapters. till then here is the first set of chapters.