When Neva Álvarez moves to Queens, she's merely biding her time between bartending and dodging her brother's phone calls before her final year at NYU, and with the summer dwindling to an end, it's difficult not to find herself drawn to her new next-door neighbors and their wild lifestyle. Before she can stop it, Neva is plunging headfirst into a tumultuous affair with drugs, left desperately trying to navigate too many bad decisions that threaten to bring an intimate cocaine kingdom down into ice-cold chaos. || CW: Honestly, I wrote this story to process a lot of feelings and experiences. It explores addiction, immigration, and recovery through a very gritty lens. It explores distance, deportation, and family separation. It explores the concept of home. It explores a woman's right to her own bodily autonomy in a society that shames us for owning or loving our bodies. It may contain triggering elements (slut-shaming, abuse, drug use, violence, and rape). [July 2019 CampNaNo Winner]

Ten years after a one night stand that impacted both their lives, sexy rock star Asher Prince and ex-indie rocker turned public relations guru Jezebel Rue go at it again in the bathroom of the concert club La Rogue. What should have been a quick fling turns complicated after Jez realizes the next morning exactly who it was she slept with... when he shows up in her office the next morning to sign with her. Asher's hot to a start a relationship with Jez after he realizes she's the girl who got away, but a lot has happened in the last ten years. Jez isn't the same girl she used to be. He might be a household name but that doesn't impress Jez at all, and if he wants back in her bed he's going to have to learn to crawl to get there. Literally.

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The world is filled with creatures of magic. Some were good once. Most have always seen mortals as nothing more than food and spell fodder. For hundreds upon hundreds of years the brought havoc to mortals, tipping the balance in their favor. The gods whom had created mortals grew saddened by their inevitable extinction. They wished sorely to prevent the creations of demons from destroying what was once so beautiful. So saddened by the incoming loss, Luna goddess of the moon and life shed tears from her perch in the stars for she, more than any god was forced to bare witness to these atrocities. Her tears dripped from the sky off the ends of the stars, falling to the world into the forests she loved so. They coated the beasts she adored more than her own soul. The wolves who loved to chase the stars she would throw morphed before her very eyes. Seeing them standing beneath the nights sky, not man not beast, she knew. Her wolves would put an end to the horror against mortals. They would bring balance to this world. ~~ The children of the night? Leaches. The fae? Drunken partiers with a taste for murder. Merfolk? Fish sluts with a taste for human flesh. Trolls? Morons of the highest caliber. Zombie? Bastards of witches. Witches? Vile little whores who turned their back on humans for power. Werewolves? The beasts who hunt them all.

China, 1210 AD. A Princess of the Xiongnu is dispatched as an unwilling gift to the Great Khan. In one night in Xanadu, she finds that which she desires. Warning: this story is rated as Mature and there IS explicit sex and violence. If these subjects are not to your taste, please refrain from reading this story. On the other hand, if you enjoy explicit sex and violence, well, read on. You'll enjoy. © 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. If you read this story on any website other than Wattpad, it has been copied and used without the author's permission.

"Explosions are my specialty, I can and will be your doom, Now get down on your knees, baby, I'll make your world go boom." • • • Unconventional poems of a conformed man. I voice all my inner chaotic turmoils in rhyming words so they sound less pathetic. And also, I spice it up with dirty poetry, in good ol' me style, so I don't ruin the esthetics.

"Guns and sex... that's what you are." • • • Rya Wilkins is a top trained agent, working under the orders of the president of USA. Her job involves brutal interrogations, dangerous undercover CIA work, and killing people who pose a threat to their nation. - And a threat like that just so happens to come in the form of a lethal and dangerously handsome Italian agent, who managed to break into the CIA and steal confidential information. It is now Rya's job to retrieve that information and stop the goddamn mischievous, sexy, son of a-I'm-going-to-make-your-body-explode-in-more-ways-than-one agent and bring him into custody. But there's a thin line between hatred and love - and that line turns out to be Rya's thong.

"It is a waste of hardness if I'm not going to push it inside you," the King said. Using his deft hands, he traced my waist, found the zipper of my jeans and unzipped it. I was delirious after that. ~ 0 ~ They say mirrors are the door to another realm. For Nicollete, after bringing home an antique mirror from an expedition, now believes it to be true. But what's the harm in getting transported to another world? New sights, new people, and new food are something she could look forward to. However, what if then, if the definition of harm, means receiving the sharp end of a mysterious man's sword? How will Nicollete cope then? Genre: Supernatural-Fantasy Romance, Mystery, Smut/Erotica All Rights Reserved 2018 JMFelic Books ~~~~~ Highest rank when I published Chapter 6 (before Wattpad Review tagged this story as Mature) is #609. It would have gone to the Top 10 if it wasn't for the Mature tag. T_T Now, take the 0 out of 609, and you'll find, 69. LOL That's how mature this story is. Enjoy! WARNING READER: The chapters readable here are just teasers. The full chapters of this book are no longer available on Wattpad for publishing reasons. If you wish to continue reading, you may read it on the new app, Galatea or Radish. Thank you for supporting this book! I really appreciate it.

"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.

"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?