In a world divided by power, there are two breeds of humans. The powerful Nobles and the powerless Serfs. A group of teenagers try to navigate life together despite their differences. All the while fighting their enemies, overcoming traumatic pasts, uncovering shocking truths, and dealing with complicated love and painful betrayals. Seventeen year old, Eleya Woodruff, commonly known as Elle, is forced to distance herself from Prince Alec, the boy who had previously brought light into her life. The pain of forbidden romance is shattering, but matters worsen as she has to watch him court another woman. Yet, the romantic chaos is not the only tension in the air. Lies and betrayal seem to be a common theme in this world and ever since Elle was born, her life has been full of it. The experiences to come are agonizing, but no matter what laws have pushed them away, when it becomes a matter of life and death, Prince Alec and Elle are forced to protect each other or say goodbye forever. Elle has to pull through for herself and for those she cares about. That is... if she can keep everyone alive long enough to do so. 🥀

Sequel to Indomitable -- With her little brother missing, half her family dead, and the other half pursuing a wicked plan of domination, Remi is desperate to make sense of everything. With Killure and Melee by her side, she sets out on a mission to save her little brother and find her remaining family to stop what they're planning before it's too late.

Her smoky charcoal eyes met his coffee-colored ones. And just like that an obsession was born.

Torryn, one of the most vicious alpha male of his era, imprinted on Snow, a mere woodland -raised she wolf. Their undeniable affinity for each other grows as the secrets of their past unfold. Will it break them? Or will it entangle them back together? ~~~ Another pang of thunder distracted Snow Grimlake from her thoughts as her hands trembled beside her temples. Her eyelids now closed shut. She could not bear anymore of this. Her eyes started to tear up. "Does the thunder bother you, little bird?" The familiar scent woke every fiber of Snow's body as she intently listened to his voice. His voice rasped, breathy, honeyed and almost guttural made every inch of her body tingle. There he stood before the bed still in his ripped dark trousers with a knee propped on the elevated mattress. Snow failed to answer as her gaze stuck at the curves of his shoulders, the sharp edges of his jaw down to the veins on his arms. She looked away as she took glimpse of the furrows below his stomach where his manhood hid. She heard a chuckle as the alpha shook his head. "Answer me, when I talk to you." This time his voice felt enraged. Snow managed as a nod and affirmed her alpha's orders. "Yes, alpha." "Good, little bird."

TEMPORARILY ON HOLD "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen! Tonight we have 19 pieces up for auction, and I can tell you, it's going to get interesting. We have quite a number of exotics even the one or other natural dominant." The audience laughed at a joke I didn't understand. "Josef?" I asked quietly, as to not direct too much attention to me. "Yes Cathy, darling?" "What exactly is the merchandise here?" I asked, no longer able to contain my curiosity. Just then, a long row of chained, gagged and blindfolded men and women was ushered onto the stage. "Slaves, dear. Slaves." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When submissive and shy Cat Eclestia is taken to an auction in the High Society Underground of New York by her "fiancé" (one she hasn't approved of but her father is hellbent on marrying her off to) she expects stolen goods, drugs even. What she doesn't expect is to walk out the proud owner of a man they call "The Beast". Especially not when her goal was to keep her head down and wait until she can free herself from the golden cage her domineering father has put her in all her life. Now she has to deal with owning a slave that is not only broken, agressive and entirely dominant, but also handsome and alluring. --------- MATURE CONTENT - BDSM - DON'T LIKE DON'T READ -----------

[ON HOLD ] [ Book 1 of The Born To Raise Series] Rose ' Ghost ' McKillen is probably the strangest girl you have ever met. From her tattoos down to her personality, there isn't a single person on Earth who knows Ghost that could tell you one straight fact about her. She is an enigma and a fairy tale all in one. Living life as she sees fit. She isnt called Ghost without good reason... Asemod ' Killer ' Thenos is one mean SOB . He is the President of the Odin's Clan MC , and they don't call him Killer lightly . He is a man of mountainous size and a mean streak as wide as the country. He likes life to be in his control and knows everything seemingly before it even happens. Quiet and Reserved Asemod keeps to himself outside of club life. But what will happen when a Ghost meets a Killer? With fun , danger , harleys , and a whole lotta tattoos its damned good to be Born to Raise Hell. ..

She smiles and laughs like there's no care in the world. She lives everyday seeming to be normal. Hiding what happened to her. Hiding what tore her apart. Hiding her pain. Her smiles and laughs never reach her eyes though. Some smiles are real, some laughs are real. She looks happy, she wants to be happy, but she can't because it comes back to her like it happen yesterday that brings her back to sadness, to loneliness, to hide her truth from everyone. Iris is 17 years old. She had a rough past and is trying to live normal on her own. She works to keep a roof over her head and get back into school. She only needs one more year of high school. This will be the first time back into school in a few years and she has forgotten how it was like to be in a school. But what happens to her she does not expect.

Outside the dangerous streets, soft dark curly brown hair flows in the moonlight mixed with street lamps which seem to illuminate strong stern features. Thick denim jacket with the bright glimmer of silver hidden inside. A shade of crystal clear green absolutely piercing and stopping my heartbeat, filling me inside with fear. The rise of a smirk is combined with the rise of a hand, not an empty hand. A silver weapon pointing right at my shaking form. - A snippet of what's lurking inside -§- #1 in Eradicate - 2022 #1 in Purging - 2019 #3 in Sanity - 2020 #3 in Purity - 2019 #1 in Purge - 2019 All images and videos used are not mine, All credit is given to the original owners and/or producers. M A T U R E C O N T E N T

when is a monster not a monster? oh, when it is loved.

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.