He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

Owen is an 18 year old Neko who is bought by his 21 year old Master Salem. As they're friendship blossoms, Owen starts getting feelings for his Master. Will Salem fell the same way for Owen? And if so will they let other vises stop them from being together? And If not, will Owen be forced to bury his feelings for his Master?

Ten years after the exile of Naruto Uzumaki, Konoha wants him back. Naruto is happy that he can enter the land of fire without getting executed. Too bad there is more to this Naruto than that meets the eye.

After an incident on his seventh birthday, Naruto is no longer the jinchuuriki of the Kyubi. Blessed by the fox god Inari; Naruto awakens the powers of an extinct clan. With a spirit guardian and a Hyuga without the byakugan as his teammates, the shinobi world is in for a surprise. (Yaoi- Kyunaru)

Inuyasha has been alone all his life, with only the company of a chosen few. But that's all about to change, when Sesshomaru shows up to take Inuyasha away with him to his Castle in the Western Lands. Who knows what's in store for him once he arrives and if things will ever be like they were before. Inuyasha's in for a rude awakening, because this time Sesshomaru won't let him go. Lots of love, romance, and wild twists and turns are ahead of them both. But they'll make it through, for once you find your mate...you'll never be alone again.

Draco gave a cocky grin. "I am going to give you a makeover." "I'm sorry what?" "You heard me Granger, I'm going to give you a makeover that will make every man want you,and make Weasley die of regret. You will be simply irresistible." Now Complete!

Shikamaru has always been my favorite 'Naruto' character and writing a story about him is something I've been thinking to do for quite some time now. I hope those who find my story end up really enjoying it. In this story, Shikamaru has been your best friend for a long time and you soon realize that you have feelings for him and he has feelings for you. Where is this little love story between ninjas going to go? ------------------------------------------- of course, I don't own any of the characters. ------------------------------------------- A/N: I wanted to thank everyone for reading my stories and supporting them because I wouldn't have gotten these ranking without everyone who keeps reading my chapters, voting, and leaving nice comments. Thank you so much and it keeps inspiring me to write even more for everyone. 💖💖

"and if a writer falls in love with you, you can never die" dear you, imy. before i knew it, you disappeared into thin air; but even after you were gone, you were still my muse. and what terrified me the most was that there's still a lifetime left - after you. so i carved you into poetry you'll never read. i believed if i wrote enough poems, you would return. i tried keeping you alive in that sense. thank you. you were a good chapter; no matter how much destruction you've brought me when you left. from, 🌊

"A monster, an ice cold heart, an abomination...." He stared right into my soul as my eyes filled with unshed tears. "You are all this Medusa.." he whispered in my ear, his lips tracing it's outline. "....and so am I." my eyes snapped to his in surprise. "But then you are so much more babygirl." _________ "He was the light to my darkness, the calm to my evil. He was my god and I was his...since the moment his aurum eyes clashed with my lilacs... I belonged to him." -Commander general of Rogues, Medusa

Melissa Crawford thinks she's just a regular teenage girl. She goes to school. She has friends, boy problems, homework...you know, the typical teenage angst. But she couldn't be more wrong, for Melissa Crawford is not a mortal. Her adoptive mortal mother refused to give her up and hired a witch to erase the enchanting Faery child's memory, not realizing that things aren't that simple. You see, when she was a little girl, Melissa promised herself forever to her Leannan Sidhe (mate), a Fae Prince, and a promise to Fae is sacred. When the Fae Prince comes back to claim what's his, nothing will get in his way. "Mortals are so arrogant. So utterly narcissistic to think that they are the only intelligence in this world, to believe their realm is the only realm, their way is the only way. "Many of you believe us fairies only exist in little kids' fairy tales. We are so much more than that. We exist, living in the Realm just a blink away from yours. A few wrong turns in the park or the forest and you're there. We sometimes walk among you, and you're not even aware of it. Believe me, we exist. Across the globe, your kind calls us and our realm by different names...but as William Shakespeare once said- a rose by any other name..."