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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

Hailey Summers. I knew she was gonna be a problem for me the second my eyes fell on her in the school hall way that day. I didn't know anything about her, I didn't even know she existed, but I knew that I had to get to know her, which was a big problem for me. I'm about to turn eighteen in a week, and coming from an Italian family, a mafia family, that's a big deal. It meant that i was finally old enough to take over the family business, over my father's kingdom. It came with great power and responsibilities, there was absolutely no room for weaknesses. Little did I know was that Hailey would be my down fall. I fell in love with her when I shouldn't have. She was so pure and innocent, a person like me would only destruct her. I was a monster. I couldn't drag her into this life, but I also couldn't let her go. I wish things could be different, I wish that I could be different, but this is my life, this is what I was born to do, and I will do anything for her. She is my weakness. ---------- Isaac Matteo and Hailey Summers come from two opposite different worlds, up until they cross each other's paths one day at school. Never in her wildest dreams does Hailey ever think that she would fall for the bad boy himself. He turns her world completely upside down, going from quiet, calm, and even boring as she would like to say, to adventurous and thrilling. Isaac shows her a whole new different world, bringing all sorts of new changes into her life, new problems even, his problems.. But can Hailey really handle Isaac's world? Highest ranking in Drama #1 August 17th, 2019. Started May of 2017. Completed Dec 6th, 2018.

I danced on the tables and on the bar of the club I was in. I commanded the attention around me, just as I did almost every time I went clubbing. I just didn't care when it came to my dignity. "Get off the fucking tables." I heard a loud growl meet my ears before I had the chance to look at the man before me. He wore a tight suit, his body one of lean muscle. I looked up until I was staring in to the most intense grey eyes. "Who are you?" I asked as I continued to sway my hips to the music. Was this man really going to tell me what to do? "The owner." He snapped. "I'm only going to tell you once." "Why? What are you going to do about it?" I smirked his way, irking him even more. His eyes darkened until they were stormy. "You'll find out soon enough." His voice was barely audible. "And I'm looking forward to it."

"don't you dare come closer to me" "You, amore, shouldn't be afraid of me"