Ace is the rogue of the century, only at age 18, killing over a thousand pack members- only in the United States. Who knows how many outside of the US. Past that, one day he gets captured by ten Alphas and thrown into the highest security prison. Lillian is 14 when this occurs, before that her family was very protective of her, now they don't care what she does. Anyways, four years later, one day at school she has a field trip to the highest security prison, that Ace is being held in. A ten page permission slip had to be signed to go and her parents agreed for her to go. Warning: It's mature for a reason, and not only for sex. Rewritten version only profile. #1 in Werewolf July 9, 2019

Eight Years Ago "Mom.." I say with a small smile on my face. My sister had passed her first music lesson and we're all so proud of her. "What is it Layla!? can't you see I'm busy?!" She snaps. "Oh.." I say, my smile faltering slightly, as I watch mom cuddle Heidi and give her lots of sweets as reward. "C-can I have a sweetie too?" I ask. Mom laughs coldly. "Why should you? You've never achieved anything, have you?! Lazy little brat." Heidi giggles and I look at her to see a smirk on her face, making my face fall. I watch mom whisper things to Heidi, making her giggle even more. The door swings open, and my dad walks in. I smile again, running to him and hug his knees but he just brushes me off with an annoyed expression, walking towards my mom hugging her and ruffling Heidi's hair. What's going on? "Dad..ruffle my hair too?" I ask hesitantly. All three of them burst out laughing and I sink down in embarassment. "Layla, we always knew you weren't the brightest kid here." He laughs "I just knew you'd be a screw up, right Luise?" He says and she nods. "And I was right. You're a failure" He grabs my maths sheet, crumples it up and throws it at me. "You spend way too much time with your 'friends' never on your education, you ungrateful little brat. We should've got rid of you as soon as we found out you were on the way." He spits out spitefully as my mum nods, still smirking. "Dad I'll do better, I promise!" I sob, tears streaming down my face, but he shakes his head, smirking. I look at my sister and walk towards her giving her a watery smile. "H-Heidi... we're still friends right?" I ask, desperately. Her smirk slowly vanishes. she leans forward and I thought she'd hug me, but instead she pulls my hair and pushes me onto the floor making me scream. She laughs, my parents joining her. "Stupid" she hisses, kicking me, before going to my parents, all of them walking out, leaving me on the floor, crying my eyes out. What have I done to deserve this?

| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

The Perfect Recipe For Love: One imprisoned Mafia Don, Two spoonfuls of Sexiness, A pinch of Cockiness, And a pair of Handcuffs. All served with a healthy side of Sex.

After escaping from police custody, Clover tries to piece his life back together. Determined to return to home and be reunited with his family, he has to first elude the country wide man hunt. Will he be able to resist his old ways in order to remain undetected? After hearing that Colin has escaped, Summer and Becca prepare themselves for the inevitable; Clover is coming back for them. Will the police and their families be enough to protect them? Clover's coming back and he's determined to prove to the girls; 'You'll always be mine'.

A weekend partying at a remote cabin is just what Mackenzie needs. She can't wait to let loose with her friends. But a crazy night of fun leaves two of them dead-murdered. With no signs of a forced entry or struggle, suspicion turns to the five survivors. Someone isn't telling the truth. And Mackenzie's first mistake? Assuming the killing is over...

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

"Babe..." Nash mumbled against my lips. "Hmm?" I moaned in response. "I want you over that desk right now" he growled in a low husky voice. I walked towards the desk, seductively swinging my hips, fully knowing he was staring at my ass. I slowly leant over the cold wood, thrusting my cheeks up into the air, while stretching my hands out across the desk. I felt him walk up behind me. He ripped my shorts off roughly, leaving me in only my bra and panties. Kneading my ass with his warm hands, I heard low growls escaping his throat. I knew he was turned on. I knew damn well he wanted to be inside of me right now. "Please... Spank me, please sir" I licked my lips with anticipation. I knew what was coming when I felt Nash's hands slowly make their way into the waistband of my underwear... ~~~ WARNING! Very sexual and graphic fanfic You've been warned

Recommended for 18+. A growing danger neither of them expects ... A stranger swears he can help Natalie escape her gilded cage, but does she want to? The man she thought was too cold for human emotion has a tender side, one she begins to realize that she alone is allowed to see. Elijah is damaged yet caring beneath his need for control – and only she can help him learn to love again.   Her mind made up, she refuses the stranger’s help. Soon after, she discovers a new secret that leaves her reeling, one she must keep from Elijah at all costs, one that makes her run rather than face him again. When she disappears, Elijah initially suspects she’s left him after learning about his past, only to find out that the truth is far beyond his worst nightmare. To save Natalie’s life, Elijah will be forced to face his dark past and the secrets he left behind long ago. Written under my pen name, SE Reign.

She is the type of girl- witty, beautiful and a kind one. He- A psychopath , a dangerous one, that will love 'her' despite of their difference in terms of mental capacity and behavior. Can she love him? Or it will only leads to despair because of their difference, An obsession can truly form a true love or not? Find out in this book about the answer. R18 General Fiction Copyright2018 All Rights Reserved My Psycho Stalker WrittenBy: SexyAmazon