"You beautiful ma fuck what everybody else think. You beautiful. "

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

" 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐧' 𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭."

Ruthless Alpha Kane meets Sora, a gentle human who shatters his walls-and turns his world upside down. *** At 31, Alpha Kane Locus Black has given up on looking for his mate. Since the age of 18 it has been all he wanted; now at 31 he is a cold, scary and distant Alpha to his pack. Until he meets Sora. His little human mate. *** Book 1 of the Alpha series

"You belong to me now, I suggest you behave" the King said, his cold hands gripping my jaw. My eyes were forced to stare into his sliver orbs. "Or what?" I asked, gritting my teeth. "Or living in this Castle will get significantly harder for you" he replied, curling his lip. 》■《 The Vampire King has lived for centuries, controlling the Vampire population with a snap of his fingers. No one knows his real name or seen his face until he takes interest in a small town waitress. She's human and used to having her world surrounded by sunshine and daisies. The Vampire King brings only darkness and pain. Cover created by: @storms_and_seas

What if the love of your life only stood across the street from you? What would you do? Cross the street or wait for them to do so? Would you guys both make the attempt or let the busy streets wash past you guys and blind your eyes of the future you guys can have? Let the honking block your ears of the expression of love that could be once heard. Let the cars, trucks and buses block the views of the pumping hearts that hold value to you both. Let the bystanders get through you both erasing every memory you guys once accumulated. What would you do as you stand on his block?

"Even when we departed you never left me. I carried everything you said to me and did for me even when we were apart. You were inside of me. You'll always be a piece of me." Detailed description in story.

𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

When 20-year-old Fallon Lopez lays eyes on a man who's quite a few years older than her, she immediately feels an attraction toward the mysterious man. She finds herself being drawn to him, feeling a spark grow between them and the tension grow thicker by each passing minute. Though, who knew that he was the man she could never have? . . . "You're playing a dangerous game." "Maybe losing has a sweeter taste than victory."