Book 4 of The Fated Chronicles The last place Peter Calderon-Heil should be is Antarctica. He's all things omegas are said to be-weak, fragile, and quick to submit. Travelling to the coldest continent on the planet isn't going to change that, but he's tired of waiting for a mate that does not exist, and staying at home, where everyone else is mated, is not an option. So, Antarctica. It's so vast, it's terrifying, but it's not the thing he fears the most, which means that he can survive it. What Peter doesn't know is that his greatest fear lives right beneath the ice, and has been for centuries. They've claimed the underbelly of the planet's most frigid region and carved their domain out with blood and fang. At the helm of it all? A vampire so fierce he might as well have stepped out of Peter's nightmares. Unfortunately for Peter, he's also the one who calls to his heart.

Jake T. Anderson vs. Alfredo Barbieri When primal instincts collide. Jake T. Anderson has battled monsters, navigated cutthroat council politics, and survived power plays that could level nations-but nothing prepared him for Alfredo Barbieri. A two-century-old vampire with a mouth that never quits and a body that practically begs for discipline, Alfredo is chaos incarnate. And from the moment Jake lays eyes on him, he knows one thing for certain-this chaos is his to command. The vampire pushes every limit, claws at every rule-but soon, he will learn exactly what it means to kneel for his mate. Not out of weakness, but because deep down, he craves to submit to that one person who sees the wildfire in him... and chooses to burn alongside it. Alfredo Barbieri has survived streets, syndicates, and centuries of darkness-but nothing shakes him like Jake T. Anderson. The werewolf alpha is seven feet of raw power, ruthless charm, and dominant energy that threatens to rip the ground right out from under him. He doesn't ask. He commands. And worse- Alfredo like it. The alpha sees straight through the bravado, the sarcasm, and the centuries-old armor Alfredo hides behind-and dares him to misbehave, just for the pleasure of correcting it. He should run. Should fight. But the terrifying truth is that Alfredo wants to be his. Not his pet. Not his prize. But his to tame. His to break. His to own. One vampire's chaos. One alpha's control. And one bond neither of them saw coming.

Virion Kethlana was never meant to rule. Never mind that he was the first prince or that he trained for the role; it was not in his cards, at least not within this lifetime. But when a Great Assembly is called by the dragons of Colony, Virion must put aside his company of riches of splendour and attend on behalf of his faction. It would be a simple expedition, boring but simple... if not for the storm. Forced to land on the isle of a lone dragon, Virion must contend with the company of his new, disgruntled companion until the storm passes, that is, if he does not kill the annoying beast first. He calls himself Zirkhlon. Virion has never known another so rude or infuriating, nor one so disrespectful of his station. He loathes him for it, but when fires begin to stir, and neither knows how to quell the flames, well... stranger things have happened in Ythene's realm. But the storm will not last forever, and what will the pair do when the skies clear and new truths are revealed with it?

The cheerful and simple boy wanted nothing much with his life..... Just a normal job after graduating from university..... And a decent life...... every story has one villain....This story has Villains.... How come his life is turned into this..... A mess.... A shame...... He became a shameful existence...... A toyboy..... All his dreams were shattered..... Betrayal, obsession and their dirty sickening hands.... Dragging him into a hell of nerve wracking pleasure..... A pleasure he hates to death...... WARNINGS :- BxB Heavy Angst Obsession Possessiveness Forced behaviour R*pe Incest Bullying Threesome Torture Regret Betrayal NOT MY OWN WORK....... STORY AND PLOT ARE NOT MINE.....

Exactly what the title says, just a bunch of HanniGram one shots. Also posted on AO3

Different Hannigram short stories

Black ash clouded the night sky as my lungs burned. The gnawing fear licked my mind as we ran from our towards the village gates. Our only exit from the once safe haven. Flames gnawed mercilessly at the homes and markets that made our village home, now destined to ruin and ash. Shrieks of terror were heard, from those lost to the flames and those that ran in hopes of saving what little they now had. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as my father ran before me, trying his best to ensure our safety and that we remained close together. We ran to the overtowering village exit. Towards the gates. Towards the gates... The Gates, that wooden structure, that brought a sense of hope that now turned to dread. They were sealed closed, locking everyone within... With the betrayal of those he thought he could trust, Ame is forced to continue onward. With a shared loss of their once safe haven, now laid to blood and ashes, Ame travels with his new companions, Tarrah and Rion, in hopes to move forward. But fate does everything for a reason. Now they will learn untold secrets that have always been hidden underneath the surface and find aid in beings they didn't know exist. Learning many powerful things will continue to aid them in getting closer to the truth that was unforeseeable. Among these truths will lie the power of the name. Names hold power in this world, that even He, chooses to keep hidden from his beloved... Ame will learn many secrets and with them what it truly means to be mated to the Demonic King. (Process of being edited)

after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious. and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school's notorious heartbreaker, chase everett. [not edited...like at all]

You all know the story but can you keep up. Please don't share this anywhere because I will take it down if I have to.

Book 2 of The Eternal Annals Aiasthlyn Kethlana. King of the Anael Faction, leader of the Fey elves. In a world where elves live peacefully, he has only wished for the plain life as any lucky elf, but Ythene has never heeded his prayers. His curses, others name blessings, never end, but he prays that for once it will when it comes time for the elven realm to gain a new Protector. Blessed or cursed, there is a Charge- a mission beyond worlds to another where light and darkness remain at war. Aiasthlyn does not want it, the power, the glory. He has never wanted for anything other than peace. That is, until he is chosen by a sharp-toothed, gloriously perfect man who worships him before he even truly knows him and makes him want everything.