| 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

Picked for the WattVamps February Showcase & now a Wattpad Dark Fantasy featured story! The Risen Series - Book 1 Rebellion I've been a cardholding member of the undead for centuries, torn away from the sun by a vampire with no care for human life. From the moment I opened my eyes to the night and had my first craving for blood, my Maker twisted and moulded me into exactly what he wanted; trapping me in his hold. Until one day he let me go. Content to live out eternity as no more than a shadow, I do my best to stay out of trouble. But trouble always had a way of finding me. During a hunt, I run into another vampire doing his best to go unnoticed; one so ancient the air around him reeks of power, and he claims he's just escaped imprisonment from the very council that used me to their own ends. Atanas demands I help him until he regains his strength so he can finish what he started a century ago, but I'm not sure that's all he wants from me. And while I'm no supporter of the council he seeks vengeance against, there are secrets that bind my life to theirs, and I know better than most that disloyalty means death. But in the shadows, a rebellion has been brewing, and I might be more important to both sides than I could ever have imagined.

Crossroads. Our lives are full of them. You don't always realize it but they are there. Sometimes they are paved, easily followed and happily travelled. Other times the choice is not so clear and the road that is narrow and muddy and all in all unattractive is the one that you should venture upon. Family, friends, the society in which you where raised in, your sex, will always influence you on your choices when you come upon your crossroads. In the end, the choice is always yours. There is a solution to every problem. It just doesn't always have the desired outcome. It 's even more complicated when you are a werewolf. Book cover done by me, I do not own this picture or any of the media that is used in my book(songs). 09-16-2018 Due to recent developments in Wattpad policies concerning private chapters,my book is once again visible to all.No need to follow in order to read.

Book I of the Alpha & Luna Trilogy. Nova Royale Du Val (No-vuh Roy-Ell Doo-vall) Yep, that'd be me. 19 year old girl w| an explosive ass attitude, a knack for trouble, and well.. I'm pretty damn awesome if I do say so myself. I'm not much for making, scratch that- keeping friends. Not much for being told what I can & can't do. And DEFINITELY not much for some sexy, exotic werewolf Alpha to be claiming me to be his Mate. This can't really be my fate.. Can it? Could I really adapt to this life? One full of werewolves that shouldn't even exist. And with a possessive, territorial, anger issues having Alpha.. ..I don't know. One thing I do know, is that I must decide soon. My head may be the one with the brain, but my heart has a mind of its own. If I follow it, where would it lead me?