Evelyn Hart loses her corporate job overnight when her company is acquired-and her department erased like it never existed. With rent due, savings shrinking, and LA swallowing her whole, she applies to a too-perfect listing in the middle of the night: Estate Caretaker - live-in. Discretion required. Excellent compensation. She gets the contract in thirty seconds. No interview. No company name. She signs anyway. A plane ticket arrives minutes later. Eldermoor House waits for her outside Edinburgh-an ancient mansion with modern amenities, a forest that refuses to stay silent, and a black lake called Loch Glass that reflects things that shouldn't be there. Evie tells herself she doesn't believe in ghosts. She's just a modern witch-salt, wards, herbs, rituals. Nothing supernatural. But Eldermoor isn't interested in what she believes. The house has men in it. Three of them. All dead. And all of them want her.

Desirae Larue has accepted her commitment issues. She has come to terms with the meaningless hookups that are meant to keep her entertained until she finds a man like the ones she loves to read about. A man who worships her but isn't afraid to get a little rough in the bedroom. While her friends voice her expectations to be unrealistic, the two men that return in her life threaten to prove them otherwise. Desirae catches up with her two childhood crushes, and wonders how she could ever entertain the idea of dating either one of them, as Lawson and Casper seem closer than ever. Will she come between two best friends? And should that question come with fear or immense pleasure? 18+

High-stakes romance set in the heart of LA nightlife. Beck, a guarded bartender trying to outrun her past; Sovann, a magnetic stripper with no ties but too many secrets; and Leo, a protective bouncer hiding a soft heart beneath his serious surface. None of them expected to fall in love, let alone with each other. But as gang tensions rise, personal histories resurface, and loyalties are tested, the line between passion and danger blurs. In a world built on performance, can real love survive?

𝒾 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒾 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒾 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅, 𝒾 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝒾 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂 ✧✧✧ "𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞? 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲?" "𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐠." "𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐲!" "𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲." ✧✧✧ Lovella Granger hadn't planned to fall in love under the mentorship of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Or with the stray she had befriended on the campus grounds. { currently 100k+ words } --- *throuple* ^don't like it, don't read it, thanks 🫶 [begins prisoner of azkaban, AU where voldemort died in first wizarding war]

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐦. . . . There are things you're taught not to do. Rules you're told to follow. People you're meant to forget. Flora never planned to end up here, but after one too many mistakes, her life dives for rock bottom. Now, she's trapped in a world she doesn't understand, haunted by a past she can't outrun. And at the center of it all stands the boy she'd sworn to forget. What once was fate, fractures into an illusion and twist into something dangerously evil. They were kids together. Friends together. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵. She's new. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵. She's fresh meat. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. What happens when they reunite? Secrets unfold. Chaos runs free. And the line between love and ruin sharpens into a thin blade, as history proves to repeat itself in its cruelest form. A girl. A boy. And a mad house that feeds on sin. There's no place to hide here. You can run, but you'll never get away. "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺." 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

A stolen relic. A warlock who trades in reckoning. A Halloween where the veil doesn't just thin-it devours. Kira never meant to take it. One impulsive theft, and now she's bound to a cursed necklace-a relic that doesn't just adorn. It possesses. It feeds. On desire. On lust. On every secret, shame-slick craving she's buried since she was thirteen. And the warlock it belongs to? Roman McKay, who doesn't only want Kira's surrender but wants her confession. Every sin, scar and lie she's lived And when the darkest truth finally claws free-of locked church basements, a mother's betrayal, and a voice stolen at thirteen-Roman doesn't just witness her breaking, he makes her monster pay for it. Now Kira must face the real curse: Is it the relic burning at her throat... Or the warlock who's tearing her open to make her whole?

(18+) She's a small, cute, feisty firecracker and he's a quiet, shy gentleman. But when it comes to her, he doesn't wither away to show what he truly is--a monster wrapped in restraint, ready to burn the world if she's ever harmed. --- ARNOLD is Book 1 of the House of Vampires from the Court of Supernaturals series | Completely stand-alone : rated 18+ : dark paranormal romance : warning for mature scenes, erotic bite play, gory details, possessiveness, and a whole lot of yandere energy 😈 : may find some roleplaying shiz too | All rights reserved under © Michellemanisha 2025 ✨ Side note: This series is made of the books that got rejected by so many platforms (oops 🤷‍♀️). So I decided--fine, I'll just make a whole universe out of them instead! XP If you're into dark, intense, slightly twisted love stories, then welcome aboard. If not, no worries--you can always check out my other stories (if they're finished, that is 😉). Started: 4th August, 25 Ended: 19th Oct, 25 Total words: 164,562

18 year old Sara Dagher and Jacob Barston have despised each other since their early teens; Her, popular and beautiful; Him, nerdy and short-tempered. Their increasing arguments and mutual hatred irritates all around them as their friendship groups become close by chance- and yet their repulsion toward each other diminishes with every second they're near each other. With a combination of senior year, ex's, college applications, heart breaks and hook-ups; will they really be able to stay away from each other? Let's find out;) ••• WARNINGS & DISLCAIMERS • 18+ WARNING - This book contains LOTS of smut and erotic scenes, so if you're under 18 I would advise that this book isn't for you. (But please come back when you are!) • My book does touch on drug abuse, so if this issue is quite close to home OR if you're struggling with it yourself, I wouldn't continue to read. https://www.ukat.co.uk/addiction/drug/ is a site that talks about these issues providing guidance, advise and recommendations <3 Enjoy my loves, and feel free to leave any constructive criticism in the comments! <3

There is nothing more beautiful than watching an innocent angel fall apart at my sinful actions. I'm going to ruin her. •••• "You know," she whispers, "Everyone would be disgusted by the things I would let you do to me." I smirk. She's made for me. "Tell me," I said, "Tell me what you would let me do." I rub my thumbs across her cheeks. She grins up at me, looking so fucking pleased with herself. "Can I show you instead?" -------- Amorette Ávila is just trying to support her family and make something of her life. She meets a man who changes her perception of all things. Augustine Eros is a dangerous man, one who kills and controls crime, and that scares her. She wants to look out for her brother, but that only leads her closer to the man she fears. However, he finds something in her he's never found before, and he's addicted. She sees through his rough facade, and her curiosity seems to drive her interest. She's an angel to him, and he thrives off of it. She is his drug, and he wants to overdose on her.

When paranormal investigator Christine and her team arrive at Blackthorne Manor to film their latest episode, they expect a routine ghost hunt-some eerie whispers, maybe a flickering light or two. But Blackthorne is different. The shadows move when no one is looking, and the walls seem to breathe with secrets long buried. As Christine digs deeper into the mansion's past, she unearths more than just ghost stories. The further she searches, the more the lines between past and present blur-until she realizes that the most dangerous presence in the house isn't a spirit at all.