#56 in Horror | 2/18/18 | A BONE CHILLING HORROR STORY | Fresh out of high school, Anna didn't think her future would be anything more dangerous than wild college parties. She definitely didn't expect to be kidnapped by a psychopath and dragged all the way to a mysterious forest in Japan. The Suicide Forest, as the locals call it, is a hellish place right out of anyone's worst nightmare. True to its name, it's the go-to place to end one's own life. As Anna struggles to free herself from her insane captor, the reality and hallucinations around her will begin to merge together, turning the forest into her own personal hell. Will she be able to escape the forest? Or will she give into her torment and end it all? °•°•° [Suicide Forest is also dedicated to preventing suicide and helping those who are depressed] ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―― ― ― ― ― ― Suicide Forest. Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved. ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―― ― ― ― ― ―

Okay, so I run away from things; it's what I do. Don't judge me. Just read my story. Signed, Runaway Alice.

A reclusive crown prince appoints a common thief as his bodyguard, plunging them both into deadly intrigue, court scandal, and most dangerous of all: love ***** Blue Sanlanh was a common thief rotting in a dungeon until Prince Camleang Bo takes a shine to her-and appoints her as his personal bodyguard. Blue has no use for royals, but she does have use for their money. But she quickly realizes that the most dangerous aspect of the Anachakar Court isn't the assassination attempts, vicious gossip, jousting tournaments, or masquerade balls... ... it's Prince Bo, because his threat isn't to her life--it's to her heart. ★ 2017 Watty Awards Shortlist ★ 1st Place Romance Winner of Wattpad Oscar Awards CONTENT WARNING: This story contains strong language, period-typical violence, sexually explicit scenes, and discussions of abuse.

AWESOME COVER BY @undecided_extroverts. Anne is a girl who struggles with being brave and standing up for herself. Though she has a great support system in her friends, she hates that she is weak and cowardly, unable to stand up for herself. Her only escape is her writing, in which she creates her own world where she is the brave hero, and her tormentors the villains. Little does she know that words - her words - can build and destroy. How does she discover this? By getting dragged into the very world she created...

"The chances of that happening are unimaginable for someone like you." I said, trying to picture Nolan as anyone other than the humble, easygoing man before me and utterly failing. Another sip, and a relaxed sigh. "Just because it's never been done before doesn't mean it's impossible." I couldn't argue with that. Back in Training I thought I was untouchable, forged out of pure titanium. Infallible. But there I was nine years later with a mottled chest scar the size of Texas and several bottles of prescription anxiety pills stashed under my desk, having unofficial sessions with an adorable, gay therapist who seemed to think I, of all people, had all the answers. What happened next was a natural progression. After nearly a year digging inside each other's heads, it only made sense to understand each other's bodies. I looked up at Nolan in confusion, a question prepped on my lips. It immediately deflated once I saw him staring down at his hands to the curve of yellowed skin where his wedding ring used to cling. Ours was a quiet grief.

Hajo ar Hame never wanted to purchase a human. Ever. Just the thought alone was enough to hackle her quills. She didn't care if toting an alien around the village like a purse was fashionable. She didn't care if collecting humans of all different colors and sizes was a remarkable status symbol. And she definitely didn't care if anyone gave her crap for not owning one. Her work as an independent salal dealer didn't allow for frivolities. With no parents to answer to, no hatchlings to care for, no suitors to seduce, no mates to fawn over, no glamorous courts to show face at or royal festivals to host, Hajo's transition to life outside the palace was more pleasant than she could've ever imagined. And yet, despite her practiced apathy, after a perfect storm of greed, mutated biology, blood lust, and destruction, Hajo winds up as caretaker of a frail human addicted to the very drug she sells, stranded on a planet that considers him no better than cattle. Property. Less than. Between hunting for the Maruq who betrayed her family, searching for a cure to her genetic defect, and nursing her alien... Nathaniel Flores... back to health, Hajo barely has time to wonder when she grew a conscience. It's just her luck she's saddled with the one human who is physically incapable of shutting the hell up.

"Don't tell me you love me. Save it for your girlfriend." Rosaline eased him back onto the bed. Her molten eyes never left his. A clutch of black rope hung over her shoulders like a python. "If you're not my girlfriend then what are you?" It was a joke, but not really. He needed her to define him in concise terms, to stretch his finite limits in a world that'd labeled him "too much" and "too dangerous" since the day he could walk. She had to give him permission by degrees. In mind-blowing hedonistic excess. Until he was glowing and weary and blissed and exhausted and couldn't remember his own name. But only hers. Rosaline. Sebastian automatically spread his legs so she could stand between them and had trouble remembering a more debilitating arousal than this. She unbuttoned his cream dress shirt, unconcerned. His gaze touched where his hands couldn't. Control was hers and hers alone. "I got a better question." Rosaline teasingly drug a leather strap across his cheek as she straddled his lap. "What do *you* want?" Bas was a man of simple needs and even simpler desires. He could deny her nothing. It burned him to admit as much. "....You." He growled with heat, and a bit of borrowed shame. "I want *you.*" [Black/Latinx, Fem Domme, BDSM Lite, for older audiences]

BLACK AVENUE, EASTERN AMERIKA Everything's the same. But just a little bit different. Magic. Love. Entropy. All lawless. All wild. In 1876 a talented matchmaker is kidnapped and trapped inside an ancient genie lamp, forced to coerce beautiful women into sleeping with their unsavory captor. In 1954 a closeted professor is tangled in a violent conflict when he accidentally falls for the one soul he can't have: an androgynous D'Jinn stripped of their wings. In 2022 an overachieving college student discovers he's been crowned King of the Damned and stubbornly denies the title. But his new daemon servant won't leave him the hell alone. And Remi? Well, Remi just wants to see the World's Biggest Cowboy boot with her brother without losing a(nother) leg. This is fury. This is life. This is Hellacious. Where everything's different. But more of the same. //Highest Rank #616 Fantasy//

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