My wife gave birth to a red-headed baby. Only problem is, no one in my family has red hair, and never has as far as we know, and no one in her family does either. So, I accused my wife of cheating on me right after she gave birth, demanded a DNA test before I'd believe the baby was mine and left her alone in her hospital room with the baby. It didn't take me long to realize my mistake. And then I had to win her back.

REWRITING IN PROGRESS: Plans to be partially rewritten (it's too cheesy and cliche even for me....the author) Keeping the original copy up here so don't worry, though I will REPLACE this current copy with the new one when I'm done. ------ Throughout my entire childhood Logan Greenwood fascinated me. Even though only a handful of words were exchanged between us over the years, everyday I'd search the crowded hallways for him. A freak snowstorm on our senior trip lands us in a remote cabin all alone. Together, we are forced to acknowledge the attraction that pulls us together. And after nothing is going to be the same. -------------------------- VERY MATURE CONTENT. GRAPHIC SEXUAL SCENES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. This is a standalone novella in a standalone series. You don't have to read the others to read this baby.

MATURE CONTENT A collection of short stories. The stories are a variety of lengths and a mixture of supernatural and human. Read on Inkitt!

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

He stared at her dancing figure in the dark, how she swayed her hips to the rhythm of the music, without realizing the effects she has on him. How he want to have her pinned on the bed screaming and moaning his name as he thrusts into her. But he married, she's engaged and worst of all she's a neighbor /a friend to his wife. But sweet Lord Jesus he wants her for she is his. ILLICIT OBSESSION.

In a world where vampires feed from other vampires and males dominate females... there is but one precious thing left in their world which every vampire craves... A Mihr. Dohmenic is the Dralan - the King - of all vampires, and survives purely on clean blood; The blood of a Mihr, a virgin. Without a Dralaq, a Queen, he has to feed from Mihrs to ensure the continuation of his pure blood and the claim to the throne. But the times are dire; Mihrs are becoming rarer and rarer each day, and so the Dralan is slowly fading from bloodthirst. He desperately needs a Mihr to feed. Leyla is a Mihr. She is one of the few that is left in the world ruled by hungry, savage male vampires and she intends to stay that way. In hiding from the frenzied males, she ends up in the one place that should have been her only safe haven in the world; The Dralan's castle. Disguising herself as a Kischmir (a servant), she pretends she is but a mere commoner whose blood is not the purest kind in the kingdom. But when the Dralan nearly dies from cruel thirst, her blood is all that can save him. To be a Mihr means you can't be bedded by a male, otherwise your blood will be tainted. But as things grow heated between the Dralan and Leyla, will Dohmenic be able to keep his hands off her? After all, we always want what we can't have...

"Help! Please, somebody help!", she yelled as the mugger tried to drag her along. The stranger covered with a hoodie just chuckled darkly, saying nothing at all. Then it happened, she saw a gigantic furry figure jump the thief, which made the person scream like a little girl and run for the hills as fast as their legs could take them. It was dark, with nothing but a streetlamp lighting the spot she was standing on. The creature growled a bit, then walked forward, as she backed away. Then she saw it. She saw the beast walk into the light.

When the war started. We helped. We fought. Soon the humans were gone. Wiped out by us. But not before making a weapon that doomed us long after they disappeared. They invented 'Pithrax'. It killed most of us. The few that survived were hunted down, taken control of, passed around like property. Now we run, hiding in the shadows, the idea of getting caught is our own real nightmare. They took my Mum. They stole my sister. Now I run alone. I am Cecil. And I'm the last female. ****************** *WARNING: this story is based on a very animalistic future. The characters in this book are more wolf than human and act as such. This is an EROTIC SHIFTER NOVEL. So it has; mature, sexual, dark elementals and language*