Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

The line separating darkness and light is very thin, no one knows when they will stumble upon the other side. The same thing happened to him long ago, an incident and he was dragged into the other side of the world, but instead of being devoured by the darkness, he swallowed it. Ruling over the demons of the society he was no less of a demon to them, a demon that fell in love with the fairy of light, Noor. Mahnoor, a cheerful young girl who suddenly finds herself imprisoned in a cage created by the most infamous man she knew, Moosa Khan. Who claimed to love her, but how can this fairy of light love back a demon? ________________________________ *Not edited, read on your own risk.* Cover by @AdibahRafhanah

"My name is Rashiq Salim bin Fiqri Zafar, Crown Prince of Arandia and I need your help." "I'm sorry, did you say prince?" "Yes, and you, Ms. Walker are going to be my bride." She spluttered her coffee over him again. "What?!" Simply a business proposal... The last thing Annabelle Walker expected was a handsome, rich billionaire sheikh prince walking into her life and proposing marriage to her for a span of a year. Or even the fact that she would agree to his proposal. The next thing she knows, her life is never the same. Juggling between college and keeping their marriage a secret, there are more burdens and secrecy than before. Pressure builds during the day but is relinquished in passion-filled nights in her husband's bed... Or could it be more? Rashiq Zafar, Crown Prince of Arandia needs a wife and he needs it quick. When he sees Annabelle Walker, she fit his requirements perfectly. She needs money and he had money. All he needs her is for a year and they would walk away unaffected. But the last thing he expected was new emotions to follow his decision to get married... _____________________________________________________________ Okay, I've been getting a lot of offensive comments on his religion and race and bla bla bla. I just want to let you know that where I come from, I do know the basic customs and I think some of you are being too offensive for a fictional story. This story has absolutely no relations to religion. At all. All I did was select a certain nationality for my main lead. Plus, its a fictional country! I have done my research and I do not appreciate people saying my characters are going to hell and stuff. So, I've changed the name a bit and removed the "bin". Once again, I'll say this, this story has some sexual content so if you are sensitive to it either due to morality or religious reasons, please do not read any further. Thank you. PS: The rest of you, do enjoy!

She was seventeen and living life in her idea of hell. Her brother, her pack and the kids at school have abused her since my parents died. It was obvious her brother needed someone to blame for their death and the pack wanted something to keep them occupied. They all chose the weakest link... Katerina Bathas. And knowing there was no way out, it was easier if she played along in their little games, waiting patiently for anything to be different. Her eighteenth birthday was days away and if she was lucky, she'd meet her mate. Someone who would treat her with respect and love her as who she was. Sadly, she's never been the kind you could call lucky. Katerina does find her mate and the moment he realizes who she is, he rejects her. She couldn't take anything more after that, her patience was too thin from yet another betrayal. She found herself doing what any sane person would do, what she should have done when all of it started... she runs. Two and a half years pass, not long before she finds herself in the small town she grew up. Her past and her future joining together as one. There was one thing Katerina could hold onto, the person she has built herself to me. And she knew her old pack would be faced with someone far more confident, daring and beautiful. Someone who was ready, if they wanted to try and play any more games.

Lilian was pushed, roughly into the room. She stumbled forward, unsteady and weak from hunger. The room was bigger than her own, and the first thing she noticed was a man, chained to the opposite wall. His head rose and her stared at her with black eye. "Mine" ■●■●■● Lilian Allock, had been sentenced to ten years imprisonment. She wasn't planning on staying that long. But she wasn't planning on meeting him either. And things in life seldom go to plan. ■●■●■● This book will have mature content in later chapters, and non consensual sexual scenes and occasionally swearing. If you are not okay with any of these subject, then do not read this book. I'm leaving it up to you whether you are mature enough to read this. But if you complain later on, then obviously you judged your maturity wrong. Thank you.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

"You seem to have forgotten that you're not marrying a commoner, Alina. You're marrying the prince of all vampires, so look alive and get me some coffee." Alina Deluca lives a normal life up in the Californian north. At least that's what she makes the world believe. Locked within her hypnotising emerald eyes are horrors she could never speak of even if it killed her... secrets that border the paranormal. Erick Stayton, the Vampire Prince, is her nightmare. To her, he was no more than a cold, savage predator that lusted for her blood and took away everything she had that one traumatising night four years ago. Except she is bound to be his bride by an arranged marriage deal she can never understand Now, at twenty-one, she is to marry her nightmare in a month's time. Mustering her every strength to set things right in her awry life, she gets embroiled in an ages old feud and a struggle for power of mind-boggling proportions. Strangely enough, she finds herself connecting with Erick.

Rachel fell madly in love with Ares Niarchos when she was eighteen. She thought he was her future... her forever. Despite others saying Ares would never even notice a low-class girl like her, she refused to listen. For her, Ares was different. He was a real prince charming, a perfect guy with a beautiful heart. What happened when Ares noticed her and she realized that he was not a prince charming material at all - but a COLDBLOODED BEAST.

"Our next is a girl of eighteen summers. She has smooth, unblemished skin and has been schooled in the arts of love and seduction. But most of all, she is untouched." my auctioneer and captor said as he paraded me in front of the men. They eyed their fill of my body but they were forbidden to touch. "Bidding starts at two hundred pieces of silver." I was returned towards the stage as the men stated their prices. I was a rare commodity: a slave girl yet untouched, eighteen, fertile when the land has been struck with a plague that left women barren. The price for me reached eight hundred silver coins and many have already backed down. "Two hundred gold coins!" a man spoke up. It was he, the man who stared at me with passion and desire in his eyes moments ago. That was quite a sum for a slave! "Two hundred gold coins going once, twice... Sold to the King of Ivaris!" the auctioneer shouted. There it was. My fate was sealed. I am a love slave and it is just my luck that I am sold to the same cruel king that destroyed my kingdom. *A story of love, of gods and goddesses, of reincarnation and magic, intrigue and betrayal, of kings and war...*

Rage is the residential psycho of the club. Tormented by his own demons he lives in pain and agony, a constant state of rage. Everyone knows him as the Hellhound of the Riders of Tyr , known for his cruelty and the joy he gets from causing pain. To others and to himself. Loyal to his King and the club he craves for the liberation death will bring him. Till he meets Iris. Iris has escaped Hell and lives out on the streets till she surprises everyone and becomes a mechanic for the Riders. Afraid of her own shadow, plagued by the terrifying memories she never feels safe. Until she meets Rage.