(The rest of my main characters in other books are not described and are meant for the reader to imagine however they want. But this story is specifically bwwm as I was asked to create) Willow, a soft and innocent goody two shoes who is just trying to make ends meet to support herself and her dad, takes up a new job as a maid in one of the richest neighborhoods in the city. She expects it to be like all of the other cleaning jobs she's had until she finds out her new boss has a son her age. Isaiah, the menacing bad boy who isn't used to the rich life. He's actually used to much worse, and it shows. Although she thinks the two are too different and Isaiah isn't the kind of person or lives the kind of lifestyle Willow is used to, she finds herself being around Isaiah increasingly often, contrary to his seemingly bad influence. Can she handle it? (Warning: story contains smutt scenes, second hand embarrassment worthy scenes, and mature language)

Another chance. Another love. Another fate. Imogen started out as a beggar and rose to the top of the Summoners world. He had it all. Success, love and friends. Until his wife turned out to be a green tea bitch with a harem of his so-called friends as lovers and pawns to do her bidding. Murdered by those he thought his friends, Imogen awakens once again as that pitiful beggar child scrounging on the streets. He vows to get revenge for his wrongs and sets out to regain his power. Expecting to have all the inside information and be able to quickly rise, he is surprised when his first move, summoning his faithful beast, is already completely different than last time. ML "Come here." MC "What will you do?" ML "Feed you, spoil you, raise you, eat you." MC Stopped listening after food and spoiling, leaps into ML arms. My intention is to update weekly. The story is mine. The cover image has unclear copy write and unclear origin found on google image.

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Caution: strong sexual content, Bondage, boyxboy content. My name is Damon and my guardians and I moved to a little town that seemed never to progress from the 1950's. How wrong was I? Extremely apparently. The first day at my new school I got attacked. After running out of school and finding a nice quiet spot to sit and think, I fell asleep. When I woke up I couldn't speak and was chained to a bed in a tiny room only to discover I was to become a toy - a rag doll as he put it for the rest of my life.

My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

My name is Calla Lind. Ever since my reawakening, I have live my life the way I wanted. I was able to be Calla, meet people as Calla, and have people see me as Calla. I had thought to let go of the past and be free of it. Now I know, letting go also means moving on. This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

This is the story about two humans stuck in the hands of to vampire/aliens. Will the humans accept their fate and give in to their love? Or will they fight, fight until the vampires has to sell them or drug them to submission?

Harry was impotent, but Niall changed all that. .. Cover by "zgnorant"

THIS BOOK HAS 22 CHAPTERS THEN STOPS. IT IS NOT FINISHED AND WILL NOT BE FINISHED. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. Dylan is a unranked wolf who lives in the suburbs of Storm District, a pack ruled by fear. A wolf of his size and strength should be out leading patrols or giving orders but Dylan likes to keeps his abilities hidden. No one can know of his potential; it would ruin everything he's been working for since he turned 16. Dylan is on mission but he was doomed from the start. The Alpha is his mate.