C O M P L E T E D In which a Puerto Rican woman with a strong exterior (and a rather weak interior) learns that her past yields no power over her, and she can learn to love the man that she just wants to fuck. ~*~ Published: 12/09/2016 Cover: _salacious

"You think it's okay?" He shouts, "to act like this!" My jaw clenches at his words. He takes a couple of steps towards me, I can hear his heart racing from our close proximity. "Like you're any different." I sneer. "You're right," he breathes deeply, "but at least I'm trying-I'm trying to be different," "Why? So you can be an honorable man, so you can have a clean conscience?-" "So that I can be good for you!" He shouts, "don't you understand?.." "No," I whisper, "I don't." --- A/n I curse frequently and the main character is a bitch. Yeee :)

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

In this sequel to Inner Predator, the humans have gone back on their treaty of peace and acceptance of the Supernaturals. Suddenly, Supernaturals are being kidnapped and held in prison like labs for experimentation. Aurora is among those held captive. Peace is no longer an option. War is all that is left.

Aurora's world turned upside down nearly a year ago when she discovered that she's half Mystical, one of two groups of Supernaturals that exist. A year ago, she wasn't even sure if she believed in all the Supernatural talk… it seemed about as realistic as UFOs. Now she spends her days trying to perfect her Fae skills and her free time hanging with her friends or sparing with the shifters at the gym. Life gets even more interesting after she catches the attention of a vampire. Chase Avery isn't just any vampire though, he's the definition of terrifying. When she manages to one up him in a sparring match, he's more than a little intrigued. Chase knows that no Fae should fight so well, they're Mysticals, they use magic not strength. The Cursed are know for their brawn and yet Aurora manages to hold her own against them, he's determined to find out why.

A few people have requested that a certain scene in Inner Predator be more detailed.... ;] I've had it written out in more detail, but since I didn't want the story to have an R rating, I'm posting as an extra here. :]

this story contains adult content!!!! read at own risk. I glared at the vampire before me, pressing myself against the bars of my 'cage' before dropping the glare and offering him my sweetest grin, "once I get out of her I'm going to kill alllll of you!" I swept my arms out wide, my grin turning feral, "I'm going to rip out all of your throats and see how you like your blood being drained from your neck." The vampire flashed his fangs at me in an equally menacing grin, "you can try that all you want, after the auction." I was tempted to spit in his face but I really did not want to be whipped...again. ~~~ Calla, an 18 year old human girl has always lived her life on the run, but was captured by vampires and forced into auction at a high end 'pet shop' where any wealthy vampire can buy her and proceed to do as they please until they decide to kill her. Pessimistic, rude, and short fused Calla is one hell of a handful, one most vampier's don't want to bother with...until him. THIS SHIT IS RATED MATURE in case you were curious this isn't labeled Mature on the wattpad rating thing because it won't let me change my fucking maturity thing.

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.