《 "You're a woman without a voice, Briony," he whispers against my lips. "Let me be the throat through which you scream." 》 Briony Strait Sex, masturbation, erotic thoughts. I was taught these things were shameful. Sinful. Vile. Girls like me aren't promiscuous. We look down on those who are. We're proper. Pure. Innocent. But the more I see of the masked man lurking in the shadows of the night, the more evidence of his sick obsession of me, the more my lustful imagination runs wild. I wanted sin. And I wanted it with him. Aero is my stalker. He's like the air around him. Vanishing whenever he pleases. Showing up to surprise me when I least expect it to pleasure me in ways unimaginable. He only has two rules for me: Give myself over to my hidden desires. Never find out who he is. What he doesn't realize is he's creating a monster. One with the same insatiable hunger for the sickest form of toxic love. THAT SIK LUV

{EDITING IN PROGRESS} She left me when I was locked away, taking my heart and something else I didn't know about along with her.....I am out now and I plan to have her again. Whether she likes it or not... Story Cover done by: ojclarke **ATTENTION! A brief but serious disclaimer*** This is a MATURE story. Meaning that it is meant for the audience of 18+. This Story's content is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. If you still decide to read this story then you do so at your own risk. I will not be giving warnings before every chapter that has sexual content in it. So please be forewarned now. This story also utilizes strong language and violence, so if you are of under age or sensitive to such things then continuing to read is strongly not advised by author. His Baby. Copyright © December 2015. All rights are reserved. No part of this story can be used or reproduced in any sort of way without my permission (characters, story plot, idea, etc) on this site as well as any other resources! Author has also taken precautions in registering this work through the Unites States legal copyrighting services. So the author can and WILL legally pursue actions if found that any part of this story is duplicated in any sort of way!

"Flicking through a little book of sex tips Remember when the boys were all electric?"

"What did you see?", he asks as he takes menacingly slow steps towards me. "I didn't see anything.", I lie while backing away from him. We continue our little game as I take a step back he takes a step forward. We do this until my back hits the wall and he is in my personal space. He puts either of his hands on the wall, trapping me with little to no escape route. "I'm going to ask you one more time.", he says in a dangerous low voice. "What did you see in those fucking files?" "I didn't see...", I start but he harshely cuts me off. "Don't fuck with me!", he exclaims as he points a gun to my forehead. "You better tell the truth before I blow your fucken brains out." ********************* Divine is a bubbly, kind-hearted, loving girl and is just all out amazing. Nefarious is a sadistic, wicked, ruthless, cold-hearted mafia boss. One unfortunate night, Devine is was late for an interview as the new manger of the famous hotel that is well-known. Hotel Dulce. She bumps into a man as she does a look-over her resumè and they both drop their files. After the brief exchange of words, the man leaves. She opens her file that protectively contains her resumè, attempting to get her generic information in order but as she goes over the information that is printed in a calibri font, she makes a discovery that could put her in potential danger. "This is not my file."

"You're playing a dangerous game, Leah." Underneath those thick lashes peeked jade crystals, blazing with some daring spark that once again woke that primitive greed I could not control. "You're my wife now. I can have you whenever I please." I had leaned over her as she sat in the bathtub, all tumbling hair of gold and one daring smile that had my blood rush with mad desire; an erection that throbbed since the second I had interrupted her bath. Wrenching her gaze from mine, she ran her hand over her lathery bare leg. Damnation. She was playing my resistance. "Can you? Remember the rule?" A mere glance up at me and another wave of heat rushed up my legs. When she traced her wet finger over my jaw, I had to suspend that crippling necessity to scoop her in my arms right then, and take her to my bed for the night. "Six months.. One night. Who will break it first?" Those crimson lips moved in a way that had me pulsing with lust. A growl broke from my chest with the realization of her words. A rule I made up. Hell, it was supposed to be a marriage of benefits only. Six damned months only. And yet- "The rule stands for you only." I reminded. Why was I still dressed? Why in the hell was I holding back when she sat there naked in that tub, waiting for me to ravish her? "I will never beg for a night with you, Valentine." She said the obvious. "Because you'll do it first." *** |18+ Mature Content|

Book 3 They're back............

Cover beautifully made by: Night-Eye Nevaeh Johnson is what most would call different. Unlike most of the girls you'll meet she has vitiligo. She has been bullied all of her life because of her skin condition. The constant bullying has caused her to switch schools three times already. Every school she goes to is even worst than the last. The fourth school her parents signed her up for is called High school High. She didn't expect anything to be different at this school. She expected the bullying. She expected the whispering. But, what she didn't expect was to get in the way of bad boy Silas Wesley. After that day Nevaeh wasn't the same girl that has been bullied all her life.

She was being watched. She new it for sure. It had been going on for weeks now. She could feel every nerve in her body come to life. Whoever it was hid in the shadows effortlessly, putting a fear in her she had never experienced. The moment he caught her scent his inner beast wouldn't leave her be. It took every inch of his human will power to keep it at bay. But sooner or later he would lose the battle and the beast would take what was rightfully his. Vampire in Brooklyn ain't got nothing on this Werewolf in Harlem.

17 year old, Makayla, is a high school senior. She's one of the more popular girls in school so there's always a hater nearby. She ends up meeting someone that will change her life forever. Copyright © 2018 Publisher: ShardaeWrites I do not own any of the pictures used in this publication.

FAMOUS PREQUEL (BOOK 3) ***************************** It all started eight years ago with a plane ride to Los Angeles that changed sixteen year old Mae Parker life when she met actor Tristan Dawson. Now, at age twenty four she prepares to walk down to aisle to him in a wedding bound for paradise. Only when becoming a married woman does she discover the ups and downs of her new life, including adjusting to the newfound fame that her and Tristan attempt to endure. Although, what she does discover is happiness and how the feeling can be Euphoric with someone you love when everything falls into place. READ THE FINAL thrilling love story between Mae Parker and Tristan Dawson to FINALLY see how the third story ends for their thrilling romance...