jeal·ous /ˈjeləs/ fiercely protective or vigilant of one's rights or possessions. "he would set the whole world on fire and wouldn't let a single flame touch her" what happens when you mix rafe cameron's anger issues & jealousy? all hell breaks loose. in which the girl rafe cameron has been swooning over his whole life suddenly decides to let someone in. oc x rafe cameron | outer banks

Based off of the Red Queen series by Victoria Aveyard Highest Rankings #1 in Red Queen #1 in Maven Calore #3 Kings Cage #4 Victoria Aveyard

[COMPLETED] A hundred years had passed since the war against Hybern. Life was back to normal until a fae child fell from the sky and claimed to be from another world. No one in the Night Court understood how the gate between worlds could have opened, but Azriel had an idea. It was something big. Chaotic. Dangerous. He could feel it in his bones, like thousands of strings connecting to one thing. Hear it in the whispers that traveled from the east. The shadows that sang horrendous cries of something evil shattering. And then a gate between worlds had opened. It had to be linked together. The strings all tied back to one person. His mate. A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfic with mentions of the Throne of Glass world. May contain sensitive content. The art of Azriel on the cover belongs to: Merwild

Gwyn and Azriel's journey right after the events of ACOSF. Offered a position within the Inner circle, Gwyn is now assigned her first mission, with the infamous, shadow-singer. This is a story that will be written truly from my heart. Gwyn captured me in a way that is indescribable. Her story is worth telling and I will try to write it with full awareness. If you are a reader, and feel that I am not tackling her mental health in the proper manner, please feel free to send me a message. Follow me on tiktok: @loloauthor 107 k words Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/57cgAH56i92QCbZNFUe0Gi?si=PvegCjHdSMiTVF0uqVqTsQ

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

BOOK TWO IN THE STAR-CROSSED TRILOGY. AVAILABLE EXCLUSIVELY ON AMAZON. Read for FREE with Kindle Unlimited. Old Blurb: "To give and receive love, you have to be in touch with pain" For Katerina Sanders, pain seemed to be the only thing she was in touch with in this world. She lived the pain of her father leaving at a difficult age, the pain of a thousand broken promises, and the pain of losing her mother to one of those shattered promises. Pain had been a vice for Kat for many years- Until now. Until Dominic Reed. Now, she had love and she had purpose. She had someone to fight for and with the world Kat is thrown into after being kidnapped, she's going to need to prepare to fight to the death. Underground sex rings, twisted family ties, and a women scorned all await Kat as she's thrown into a life she never imagined. Her only hope lies with Dominic and without him, she will be sold, enslaved, and killed within months. Is love really worth risking everything for? Kat's about to find out the hard way.

His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...

Leather clad, in army boots and oozing raw sex, Lycans were a breed you simply didn't mess with. Some were born normal, while other were born elite. * * * * * Tavian, the elite-born warrior with three hardcore brothers, Kevlar, Hack and Crev, were warrior brothers and first in command in the Lycan King's army. With Tavian in the lead, the four brothers controlled the western side of the country's defense against the danger that lived amongst humans and Lycans alike - they served and protected, born to kill. Jane was just a normal human, living her life oblivious to the danger she was about to become a part of. Thrown into a war that wasn't hers, she stumbled into the arms of a man who claimed he had a destined right to her heart. Strong-willed and stubborn, neither of them were prepared for one another, but as they say, through love and war... you learn what is worth fighting for. Tavian knew the moment he met his fated mate, he would fight with everything he had to keep her by his side forever. And Jane learned that even though a beast lived inside the man who claimed to want her, had more than enough heart that needed love. Together, they had to become what each other needed. Or else... all would be lost. (*This blurb is a work in progress - don't judge the book on this poor description, lol)

Aiya (I-ya) is a strong woman with a haunting past. When the Gang leaders son, Chase, falls for her and their worlds are set on fire. Twists and turns cause all lives to collide in a romantic, erotic and exciting adventure. *** WARNING *** This story is fictional and should only be read by 18+-year-olds. Exiting the limo, I slid my hands around her luscious body, cupping her arse cheeks before lifting her legs up and around my waist, just holding her there. I knew exactly where I was heading, so, with our lips joined, her giggles between moans and pelvis grinds, I was in fucken ecstasy. This woman, this librarian of all things, makes me weak, horny and leaves me craving her soft, luxurious skin on mine and yet, I don't know why? Some primal magnetic force. All I know is, while I carry her, kiss her, feel her in my arms, making her scream my name in the throes of passion and climactic ecstasy - there's no one I want more and no one, will ever replace her.

• BOOK 1 OF 2 • hell /hel/ noun a place regarded in various religions as a spiritual realm of evil and suffering, often traditionally depicted as a place of perpetual fire beneath the earth where the wicked are punished after death. • "Do you know where you are" he asks me smirking, I look down but he grabs my chin and forces my head back up. "Answer me" he says but this time his voice is dark and cold. "No" I say very quietly. "you're in hell darling" he says smirking x.X.x •bad boy •possessive •soft spot for her •supernatural •powers/magic •tragic love story *COMPLETED* 🔞*contains mature content*🔞 1/2