In a post-apocalyptic world where men are Omegas, and women are Alphas... Crushed by a bus, Quinn should be dead. Instead, she found herself in the body of a fictional character- Euodia, the antagonist in an R21 Boys Love apocalyptic novel featuring vampires, shifters and fairies. A villainess who had been killed by the seven main characters, the Omega kings of the uprising. Quinn knew that she should stay out of their path. That the only way for her to live was to survive in the wastelands-a feat that was not difficult with her newfound ability to cast spells and purchase items from her past. But the kingdom came to realise that Omega men could not survive without an Alpha mate; that children were no longer born; and too many females had been killed in the war between Alphas and Omegas. Quinn should be exempted from the Mating Laws. Nobody cared for a Beta-a human-like Alpha that could never satisfy an Omega. Still, they kidnapped her; made her serve the men. And in the elite halls of Azarius, she found the seven kings who had murdered Euodia in cold blood. Her soulmates. And as much as they hated her, they needed her to survive.

Callie It's been a long year. I like to think I've grown as a person and become someone I can be proud of. Still, a part of me is missing or rather four parts. Like a kidney, I don't need them to survive, but I wouldn't be whole. What's done is done and I'm determined to move on from the constant questions and new found notoriety I gained from my little "trip" with my captors. They're not coming back and it's long past time I accepted it. Jaxson We've bidden our time this past year, but patience has its time and mine is gone. Time for my Pet to come back home. The pressure is on and we're more than ready to get our brother his life back once and for all. Four in, five out. This is a why choose/ reverse harem romance where the MFC doesn't have to choose between her multiple romantic interests. Because sometimes all the choices sound good. 😉

She has escaped. She is free and the world awaits. No one knows her. But they soon will.

I'm your typical twenty-two year old girl. I work your typical job, making a killing off of literally killing people. I live the average life, my PTSD and mild OCD completely controlling me. I grew up with a loving family, my father running a black market child ring and my mother six feet underground. And I have a great support system, living alone and the only person I talk to being a ghost. So yeah. Nothing weird here. Completely Normal. And then some random guys come in and completely mess up my normal life. How rude of them? Good thing they're all hot. ~~~~~~ Warning: This story contains descriptions of violence, trauma and abuse. May be triggering to some. There's also lots of cursing and dark humor. Oh and maybe a few steamy scenes. Read at your own risk. This is a reverse harem romance.

Agony. White hot agony that seemed to burn every inch of him, itching to get him to rip his own skin off, but he couldn't move, he couldn't even scream, but he could vaguely hear people laughing at his torment and quiet whimpers from beside him. Harry woke up with a start, gasping for air, he had been having those dreams a lot recently, and they always made him tremble as though the pain still lingered, making him feel like there was something wrong with his body in a way he couldn't exactly describe. Looking in the mirror he saw the same boy he had always been, but there was something wrong, something off. Harry wasn't sure how much more of the Dursleys he could take, and these dreams weren't helping matters. He wasn't even 13 yet, but he was already counting down the days until he went back to Hogwarts. Book 3 in the Mute series.

Summary. "Jacob..." I knew the soft voice behind me, but I couldn't bring myself to turn and face him. This was wrong! And it was all happening so fast! One minute I'm in love with my best friend, the next I'm imprinting on my worst enemy? How? How could this happen? "Jacob, I know what's happened, and I'm just as confused as you are. Let's just talk about this." A low growl ripped through my chest and out of my mouth before I could stop it, as I whirled around, glaring at the one person I knew in that instant would end up becoming my complete undoing. Edward Cullen. I had imprinted on Edward Cullen.