Abused. Beaten. Broken. Scarred. James is a desperate man caught up in a cruel existence of disgust and ridicule. OMEGA. A curse spit at him from his entire pack a title that ensures his life of servitude. His days are long and cruel his night are lonely and painful. After enduring one particularly horrible act at the hands of his Alpha he has finally had enough and decides to escape his torment. Life as a rogue will be a challenge but anything is better than being an OMEGA. Amber is the Alpha of the Red Dawn Wolf Pack. She's strong, confident, and is enjoying the friends with benefits relationship she has with her sexy best friend and Beta. She doesn't need a mate and isn't looking for one that is until her pack stumbles across a beaten and emaciated James on her territory. TRIGGER WARNINGS THIS STORY CONTAINS SOME GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, SEXUAL CONTENT, AND VERY DARK THEMES. MATURE READERS ONLY IF UNDER 18 I ADVISE YOU NOT TO READ!!!!!!! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!! ---- I do not own any pictures used in the story.

CAUTION MATURE CONTENT: 18 years or older advised Travis kissed his way down her stomach and pulled both or her hands into one of his when she tried to cover her stomach. We all have scars sweetpea. It makes us who we are and shows everyone else that we have conquered a trying time in our lives. He made his way down until he came to her slick folds and buried his face into her. Her back arched off the table as she felt an almost painful yet delicious sensation come over her.

In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

BEAUTIFUL MONSTERS BOOK #1 RATED M 18+ {completed} _ You don't become the fiancé of one of the most powerful crime lords in the city without understanding exactly how gritty and depraved the world truly is... and how to thrive in the inferno. After five years spent under his controlling thumb, Daniela knows her position with a man like Vincent Stacatto is precarious, but as long as she plays by the rules of his "game", she's safe... Until she's taken by the devil. Kidnapped by a rival boss, Daniela becomes a pawn between two powerful forces, and just another casualty in a bloody game of chess. But to get to the top-and stay at the top-you have to fight dirty and hold nothing back, because the most dangerous piece on the board isn't the King. It's the Queen. {draft}

♣ Who knew what kinds of bad luck one hickie would've brought? ♣ Through just one night of drunken partying, Jason McCray's world is flipped upside down. He left Charmaine DeHann to handle his crazy ex, and now karma's out to get him. But what happens to be the only way to stop it? A good luck charm, of course. Then again, things may get complicated when his "good luck charm" happens to be the source of his problems in the first place: a moving, breathing girl named Charmaine who feels the urge to castrate him. After all, she may be a charm, but karma is still a bitch. {cover by moi because idk}

I let out a small cry as my back hit the wall. I was out of options at this point. No where to look, no where to hide, no where to run. He had me. "Boo." He mocked as a small gust of wind swept around me. My throat closed as I felt his hand grab my chin forcing me to look at him. A cold needle pierced my spine as his transparent and lifeless eyes stared through me. I did not know what to fear more. His eyes? Or the fact that I actually felt him.