"Although how broken she was, she was an angel, that made even the devil want to get to heaven." #1 sensual #1 fullmoon // © 2018 sweetmetallic_x. All Rights Reserved.

Some bonds are chosen. Others are carved into your soul. Vivienne didn't believe in vampires until she started to suspect her prince might be one. Which will she sacrifice - humanity or love? ***** Vivienne lives in a world where girls are chosen to become consorts of royalty, aristocrats and the filthy rich. When she catches the eye of a mysterious prince, she begins to suspect that the elite members of society aren't quite human. Her childhood friend, Blake, warned her about vampires before he died under suspicious circumstances - but now she might be bonded to one of the most powerful undead. Who can she trust? And more importantly - can she stop herself from falling in love? [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Anastasia Wright

A violent, epic, action-packed urban quest full of very eccentric, often hilarious, extremely dangerous characters who also happen to be animals - the wildlife of New York City, to be exact. Reviews 'Artfully imagined and constructed ... Through the eyes and hearts of Evans's furry characters, Beasts of New York gets at a lot of complex stuff: issues of identity, specifically nature versus nurture, are explored without being heavy-handed, and the real-life distances between bravery and cowardice, loyalty and disloyalty, hope and despair are often revealed to be just a hair's breadth apart.' (Julie Eakin, ForeWord Magazine) 'EPIC! 'Beasts of New York is about a squirrel named Patch who, out of desperation and need, adventures beyond his home in Central Kingdom to try and save it. While it seems that fate is conspiring against him, taking him further from his home than any squirrel has traveled, his journey is a necessary step to saving all of Central Kingdom from the evil trying to consume it.... 'This book reads like a fantasy novel, even though it is set in New York City. The horrors that Patch encounters at times seemed so unreal to me, despite knowing where they were. Seeing them from another pair of eyes gave some things a new air of terror and others one of wonder. 'This is not a light novel. It is very dark, and at times absolutely horrifying, but I connected so much to Patch as a hero that, in the end, I was left with tears of relief and happiness in my eyes.' (Kate, GoodReads) About the Author Jon Evans's novels have been published around the world, translated into half a dozen languages, and praised by The Economist, The Times of London, and the Washington Post. His journalism has appeared in Wired, Reader's Digest, The Guardian, The Globe & Mail, and The Times of India, and he writes a weekly column for TechCrunch. He can be found online at www.rezendi.com.

WARNING! Rated SPG!!! (For 18 years old and above.) This contains mature explicit scenes not suitable for innocent and close-minded people. Language: English *** Hannah Towers badly needed a large amount of money and Justin Royce seems to have what Hannah needs. Though the price Justin asks for, is what Hannah did not ever expect. The merciless billionaire uses his money to trap Hannah in a lustful relationship but as time goes on, Hannah realizes how she wants to break free, seek her lost soul and start anew. However, the possessive billionaire who always gets what he wants won't make it easy for Hannah to break free from him. It's when the lust starts to fade away and the buried love starts to arise and posses the cold-hearted Justin Royce to pursue what he has been missing all these years and to never let go of the only Hannah Towers in his life. ***

"You're mine, only mine. You get that? You are not to step a foot out of this door, or god help me, you will be punished." "Like you haven't punished me enough already. But sure, go right ahead. I'd like to see you try, Mister." "Don't tempt me, Mate. It'll be a punishment for you, but it'll be fun for me," he said with the most evil grin I've ever seen. I gave him a strong look saying- 'You don't have guts to do that' "Are you sure you want to take your chances?" he said huskily, seeing my skeptical look. He grabbed my waist, gently. But he wasn't gentle for long. He roughly pinned me to the opposite wall. My breath was knocked out. A throb between my shoulder blades reminded me of his speed. My hands flew up automatically, coming infront of my face, in defence position. He buried his head between my right shoulder and neck and caressed my left hip with his other hand. I tried to fight him, pushing at his chest, kicking his leg, but nothing worked. He didn't even feel it. Of course, why would he? He is a werewolf - they are trained to feel nothing. And all of a sudden, he did the last thing imaginable. Well, for me. His lips collided with mine and I was stunned, but I couldn't help but move my lips. For someone who looked so rough, his lips were so soft. Our lips moved in perfect synchronisation, like a harmony. The kiss turned to a rough hungry one, one that brought me to my senses. Why was this turning me on? I pushed him away, but he didn't stop, maybe he couldn't. So I slapped him. Hard. He kissed me. The fucking son-of-a-bitch kissed me. ----------------------- Layla Allen, 25 years old. Human. Stark Vaseliev-volkov, 28 year old. Werewolf. Welcome to the unnerving love story of Layla and Stark. Romance will have a different meaning for them. Will stark change for her or she will have to change for him? Has mature sexual content. Though its a lovestory. Highest rank: 133 in Courage Cover by- @ScarlettGold

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

[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."

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

WARNING!!! MATURE content for 18 years old and above!!! If you're an INNOCENT or NOT AN OPEN-MINDED reader, please refrain from reading this story! What if you forgot everything that all you could do is to depend on someone who's claiming to be your husband? Angelique 'Angela' Novell woke up one day and her memories were gone. Hunter introduced himself as her husband and even showed her a copy of their marriage certificate. At first, she was doubtful about him but she couldn't help but to trust him as he appeared to be a loving and caring husband. But what if all their happy moments were just a product of deception and lies? Just a fake paradise.... Cover by: findinghumanity