After overcoming a traumatic heartbreak as a teenager, Chloe struggled to grow up and establish her career, but after years of work, her life finally feels like it's back on track. That is, until her ex-boyfriend, Iñigo, shows back up in her life. ***** Five years ago, Chloe Petrakis was badly hurt when her boyfriend, Iñigo Monteiro, broke up with her, and the worst part was that he had no shame doing it on her sixteenth birthday. It was a slap in the face, and took her years to overcome the heartbreak. But that's all behind her now-she's matured into a beautiful young woman, and learned her lesson. That is, until her ex returns. With a new man already in her life, can Chloe keep Iñigo from ruining yet another one of her relationships, or better yet... does she even want to? [[word count: 40,000-50,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

[ Pereseo Series #1 ] Habang nakikipagsiksikan sa MRT. May nahulog na diary. Diary ng NBSB. Napulot ng isang lalaki. Lalaking ang hobby... magpaiyak ng mga babae. -- Book cover by @arkiSTEPH

Love Trilogy #3 This work of fiction may include potentially disturbing readings, scenes and discussions around topics such as sexual, self-harm, physical violence, emotionally triggering materials, death and suicide. Please engage in self-care as you read this work. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Love Trilogy #2 This work of fiction may include potentially disturbing readings, scenes and discussions around topics such as sexual, self-harm, physical violence, emotionally triggering materials, death and suicide. Please engage in self-care as you read this work. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

CURRENTLY REVISING. Expect updates but it is just the revision of the story. I hope you like it. They told me that everybody hates me. That I'm a spoiled brat, that I'm an arrogant girl with a nasty attitude. But why does everybody hate me? Simple, they know me. They know me because I'm the Crown Princess of the United Kingdom. Everybody doesn't like the Jamielle they were seeing. They don't like the new me. They don't like my attitude. The way I talk to my Grandmother. They just don't understand me. But really, they don't know me. They don't even know a percent of who I was. They told me, that the crown should be held with kindness and humility. It was not to be wielded like a sword as a knight does. I don't care how I hold the throne in any way as long as my sovereign is well and stable. I only have one problem, I cannot contain the pain that I'm feeling that I fell in love with my husband who arranged for me to marry. He was in love with someone and I'm diverting the pain in doing my duty as Princess. This was one mistake I made. The mistake of opening my heart to let the wrong person in.

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

The Ice Prince of the Desert (Short Story) London had no choice but to cross the hottest desert just to see the Prince of the Kingdom of Al-Farhinah, Israel "Izzy" Yasin. He isolated himself from everyone and chose to live like a hermet in the middle of the desert. London travelled riding a camel, temporarily dyed her blond hair black and disguised as a man so she would not attract the desert bandits... until she arrived and met Izzy again. BUT he thought she was a deaf young boy who came to steal his black diamond. They fought physically until her headdress fell revealing her true identity.

When Victoria 'Tori' Peige found out that Zachary Anderson was the reason for all of her bestfriend's past break-ups, she knew she had to step in and make a move. Even if it was against her will, Ms. goody-goody asked Zach to be her boyfriend. Little did Tori know that Zach only agreed because he wanted to use her in order to get to her bestfriend. But what would happen when the relationship that started out with lies and deceit turn into something...real?