* WARNING: There is a significant amount of sexual activity within this story, please be wary of the explicit content * Elise brought a hand across his face, he couldn't do anything about it. He knew very well how Yonah's felt about fragile women, Xenia being the most fragile girl he had ever known. "You're a piece of shit," she spat at him. He was well aware of what he was doing. He didn't want to give her away, but he could ensure her safety in New York, as well as prevent her from evolving due to her heartbroken state. He didn't want things to be that way. In fact, he started falling for her long ago. Xenia... made him feel like his duties as the prophetic destructor wasn't the only thing he was created for. She found more in him. She knew him like no one else could have. She understood him without knowing all the minor details. "Just keep her away from me," he said impassively. Elise scowled at him. "If she didn't care so much about you I'd kill you," she spat. Did Elise love Xenia? More than a friend? More than like a sister? This made Alaric jealous. He clenched his jaw. "You're in love with her too." Elise dabbed her eyes with her thumbs. "No. She's just... she's so important to me and you've ruined her with your stupid Yonah charm!" No denial could escape the truth. He knew when she came to California for her birthday to visit Xenia that she was in fact very possessive of Xenia. He thought there was previous chemistry between the two, but Xenia told him everything she knew about Elise. It was plain to see, they had managed to form an awkward love triangle between Yonah male and Yonah female. Why was everyone trying to take Xenia from him? She was his, whether they were made to destroy each other or not. She would always be his. "Keep her away from me," he repeated. Elise gave him a long glare. Satisfaction rippled in her gaze. She was glad he was exiting Xenia's life. Little did Elise know, he'd be back.

"I was so surprised when I saw her red hair that day. I didn't have anybody with red hair in my family. So I figured she got that feature from him. And I found out years later when he needed me to pick up his mother from the airport. Her hair was red like fire, too beautiful to be fake. Just like my little Emma's."

Blake Turner has one goal: survive the next eighteen months, get her diploma, and disappear. Everything else-her boyfriend, her friends, her once-perfect life-is already gone. All that's left is endurance. Eighteen more months of keeping quiet. Of hiding the truth about what happens behind closed doors. Of pretending everything is fine when nothing is. She can make it. She has to. Liam Cole doesn't do attachments. Not when loyalty to his crew is the only thing that's kept him alive these past two years. Dragged into gang life too young, his world is built on violence, loyalty, and nights that end with no names exchanged. His past haunts him. His future? Already decided. His heart? Off-limits. Hardened. Untouchable. But when he crosses paths with the school's most hated outcast-the quiet girl everyone whispers about-everything he thought he knew begins to unravel. But some secrets refuse to stay buried... And when the truth finally breaks free, it leaves no one untouched.

The marsh sirens don't sing. But their silence speaks for them. Their message is simple: Walk With Us. But this is a walk that means silence...forever.

*sequel to What My Wife Doesn't Know* "What did I expect? There were other ways you could've broken up with me Elena. Like I don't know talking to me about it, marriage counseling. Hell you could've just divorced me and I would've been fine with that, but putting me in jail? I was fucking innocent and had no reason being in there. I don't care how in love you were with me, I didn't deserve that, no one deserves that." *cover by Freedomhasan and Mahaganey*

When a man cheats his wife..... for a girl 20 years their junior.... what must she do? Commit suicide ?????

Mathew Macalihan has a great business, wonderful wife and he is sexy as hell! but, he cheats on his wife, saying that, 'they dont mean anything to me, my wife means more' but what happens when he cheats on his wife with the wrong woman? What his wife doesnt know wont hurt her, but will it hurt him?

Personal, non-fictional, diary-esque entries written in the ink I use to write my life: blood, sweat, and tea -- er, dripping mascara. • Chapter 1: He's Engaged & Other Good News Chapter 2: Closure & The End of Dripping Mascara • An appendix of sorts to the real thing, minus proofreading unless I feel like it.

When Jane Madarang's neighbor Natalie kills herself and leaves behind cryptic instructions, it's up to Jane and her classmates to unearth deadly secrets. ***** Natalie Driscoll is dead. She threw herself out a window and left her neighbor Jane to unravel their town's darkest secrets. Following Natalie's instructions leads Jane to three other high school students who all have something to hide. The four of them must carry out Natalie's final errand while solving the mysteries written in her diary. But the secrets they unearth may be far more dangerous than what they ever imagined. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of suicide, violence and murder that may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

I wanted a baby. I really, wanted to have a baby... It wasn't an option of wanted one right now, given my super-hot boyfriend already knocked me up... I was going to have a baby. I just had to tell him... Need to tell him. Enter the problem. My stepdaughter. I loved her. She hated me. Absolutely normal. She was daddy's little angel and could do no wrong in his eyes. She didn't want a sibling... Like she had a say in it. Back to my super-hot builder boyfriend, more correctly, my super fine baby daddy. I had to drop the B-BOMB. Shouldn't be too hard, right? Ugh, maybe... We weren't not trying to get pregnant, but we weren't trying either. We were just having a lot of sex. Great. Mind-blowing sex! Legs shaking... kind of sex! I thought he'd be happy about it.. I thought she'd get over it.. I thought maybe after nearly eight years together, he'd put a damn ring on it. You see my point? Tantrums. Fighting. Tears. One hell of a night later, and no one seem to have seen my point.