MATURE CONTENT When it came to her job she loved it. Getting wined and dined by rich businessmen who needed a companion, as well as gaining a hefty amount of money in return for her time. She had one rule, no sexual contact with clients. She'll soon come to realize that this rule will be harder than originally thought upon meeting her new client; the brooding dom that wanted nothing more than to tie her up and bend her to his will. * "I am an escort, not a prostitute!" She smacked his hand away from where it was placed on her upper thigh. He smirked, he loved the way her eyes widened and her mouth parted every time he grazed her skin. He enjoyed teasing her, to see how far he could tempt her before she gave in. So far, she had been the most unwilling woman he had met, making him want her even more. "I know what you are, gattina." His voice was low as he watched the blood rush to her cheeks. "I do not fuck my clients!" She flustered as she snatched her handbag from the side of her chair with trembling hands before abruptly standing, giving him another view of her tight body. "My time with you ended an hour ago, you're here by your own will. And, I am not paying you," he stated calmly as she stilled. A blush rising along her cheeks. He knew one way or another he'd make her his new sub, and he would cherish the ground she walked on.

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

BOOK 2 in the White Fire Series: Fire trumps ice, or so it seems when the Fire King becomes victorious in his plan to help the Slynathis Rebels kill the Ice King. With a new King on the throne, anything is possible. Anya, Prince Sebastian and Luca are on the run from the new Ice King and decides to head North where the Prince can promise them a safe haven while working on reclaiming the throne. In a new tribe full of chilly stares and whispers, Anya must keep her identity a secret or else their location will be discovered. With the help of new associates, they learn that their greatest weapon lies on the Mountain of Ire: a hidden cave that houses the winter stone in its purest form. And on the mountain, is rumored to be a man who can teach them how to master the stone. Anya has barely mastered the art of wielding white fire and now has to conquer the art of wielding the powers within the winter stone. If she fails, she will loose everything, but if she is successful, she will be a FORCE to reckon with...

Valeria Ramos has been dating her boyfriend Brandon Adams for quite a while now and it's finally time for the next step; meeting the parents. Even though Brandon's mother is amazing to her, Valeria can't help but feel nervous about meeting Mr. Adams. After all, he was the father of the boy she was seeing a future with. Not sure what to think of the attention Mr. Adams is giving her, Valeria caught herself on visiting Brandon's house more and more often as she keeps telling herself her attraction towards Mr. Adams has nothing to do with it. And as she finds out the feeling is mutual, there are only two things she could do. Was she going to ignore the sexual tension that was obviously there or was she going to give up control, just for once? Because even though she knew it was wrong in so many ways, giving up control has never felt so damn good. Rankings: #1 in father #2 in older #19 in forbidden #76 in secret

I sat behind the couch, scrunched in a fetal position, hiding from the sliver of sun which managed to squeeze its way out from behind the drapes. My tormentor. Once a beloved friend, now it holds me captive behind this couch with nothing to keep me company but some cobwebs and fuzzy dust-bunnies. My newly improved eyes spotted a small, dark colored circular disk amongst the shag carpet. Slowly I eased my way over to it. Score! It's a brown M&M. Popping the tiny sweet treat into my mouth, I carefully chewed...trying not to puncture my lips with my freshly acquired fangs. I smiled. Today is looking up.

I stand there with my back away from him. I couldn't look at him not after he hurt me. How was I supposed to believe anything that came out of his mouth? "Helena. I'- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." taking a step closer. The heat of his muscular body penetrated my cold skin. "Leave, just - leave me alone. I can't take it anymore. You broke me. Don't you get that?" whispering the last part. "I did. Please..." "Don't, your words don't mean anything. You don't mean anything." I wanted him to hurt as badly as he hurt me. "That's not true. I know you don't mean that. You want me as much as I want you." his breath lingering in my ear. "Don't flatter yourself. I hate you. I.Don't.Want.You." hissing as I turned around to face him. He pursed his lips and I knew my words cut deep. I wasn't going to be nice anymore. Kane made sure that part of me was gone. Silence filled the room. It was suffocating me just like he was and right when I was going to turn around he grabbed me slamming me to his hard chest. "Too bad, cause I want you." smashing his lips on mine he kissed me hungrily as if his life depended on it. I tried pushing him away but I couldn't or simply I just didn't want to. Did I want him after what he's done? Lifting me up he walked us to the bed laying me down slowly. Pulling away he took his shirt off then kissed me again. "I want you. There's no one else I want more than you. Let me be your first and last." I didn't know what I was thinking or if I was at that moment, but I wanted him. I couldn't deny it. "Take me. I want you to make love to me." letting the words come out making him smile. Without another word he kissed me softly. "I've been waiting for you to say that to me for a while. I will make love to you until the sun comes up baby." then took my shirt off with everything else. His body pressed against mine. "I love you Helena and I always will." as he entered me taking my virginity just like he always planned to. #47- 11/23/16 #65- 11/24

"It's either me or him" It's been two years since Angel and Mason been together. They adopted two children and they are the light of their world. Everything is going so well for them until Angel started to notice that Mason started acting different when someone from Mason past shows up.

What if the Moon Goddess made a mistake? "At that very moment, Alpha Night felt something he had never felt before. A dark, animalistic instinct washed over him causing his eyes to flash red and a growl to sound from the depths of his chest. He felt his claws extending and his canines lengthening as if he were about to shift. Mine." Alpha Alaricus Night was, by any definition, king of the earth. The most powerful and deadly werewolf to have ever lived, Alaricus has been Alpha King since year 1066. And in all 949 of those years he has never loved a single soul. Warning: DARK STORY. If you're uncomfortable with darker themes, this may not be the story for you. [Highest ranked: #6 in Werewolf]

Contains violence, some scenes may not be for everyone, but they are marked with *** or aren't even written, though, you may have a pretty good idea as of to what happened. °°°°°°°°°°° Some Alphas reject their mates if they think that she's not fitted to be a Luna. Some accept them, it doesn't matter if they're human or weak Omegas, because they care for them. I wasn't lucky to be one of them, though. When I found out that my mate was an Alpha, I took it fine. Most of the girls would run or something cliché like that, to find out that their mate is the cruelest among them. A hybrid, none less the one whose beloved you didn't want to be. Reason number one, they are said to not give a fùck about their beloved. And reason number two, their mates and beloved ones are never the same person. Reason number three: beloved can't give them offsprings, so they're thrown away once hybrids had fun with them and run off to their werewolf mates. I was one of those unlucky ones. I was the first beloved, a beloved of one hybrid like that. He wasn't just any hybrid in the world, no. My fate wouldn't be that sweet and perfect. The ruler of all, oldest of all. He, the king of hybrids. And let me tell you that it wasn't a nice love story to talk about...