*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*

***Not edited***** Find the complete book on Amazon!!! "My heart is in your hands...do with it as you please." Rye Alden counted herself lucky for not inheriting the werewolf genes from her mother. She was content with her ordinary life and her human father. But when tragedy strikes and her father is killed in a car accident, Rye discovers just how deeply her faith has been intertwined with the werewolf world. King Xavier has waited 200 years for his mate, but now that she is finally here, she wants nothing to do with him. How will he ensure her safety and crown her queen?

*Mature Warning* 18+ Content 🔞 Please Don't Report Seina (see - Ann - a ) Black is a 17-year-old werewolf. After 10 years of abuse; starting when she was 7 years because she shifted early and didn't look like a normal wolf. Seina was a pure black wolf something only MALE wolves are born with, along with a blue flame on her right front paw, but the sad thing is; she only knew what her wolf looked like because her wolf told her. She was blind, her abusers made her blind after they saw her shift. For 10 years she saw nothing but deafening darkness until an earthquake surrounding her pack sent her down a dark hole/portal to what her wolf warned her to be the underworld. "Who is she? How did she get here?" A husky, alluring voice said "I have no clue" a female replied As Seina walked forward waving her arms around trying so hard to find something to touch, her body hit a hard object and shock overwhelmed her body as her wolf said "Mate." "Wait what?" the husky voice said, filled with shock. #1 in Unloved #1 in Unknown #1 in SOULS #2 in Hades #3 in Blind

He caressed my hair gently, his fingertips touching large chunks of silky strands, ❝I wanted to give you a chance to win and escape me. I couldn't wait anymore. I need you now.❞ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Los Angeles; known as the City of Angels. It is a city of opportunity where the stars illuminate, a city close to breathtakingly beautiful beaches and where swaying palm trees decorate the modern city. However, beneath it's façade, lays the city of the wild and corrupt. The City of Angels is a misnomer because its citizens' souls are all conquered under the prince of the Nether Realm; Daemon. All except for one. Celeste is a 17 year old girl hoping to ease her parents' financial burdens. She is the beacon of light and purity that draws Daemon to her. He reveled in her innocence because he would have another soul meant for heaven damned in his realm. Daemon proposes a deadly game to attain her soul with freedom to live as the prize. The rules of the game are now set and the players have been decided. However, as the game continues, a deadly love triangle occurs, and a potential war between heaven and hell looms. The game maker and his players might not be able to leave this game unscarred. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* #49 in Paranormal on 12/20/16 Copyright © 2015. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

[All Rights Reserved] "Girls like you should be stronger and smarter, besides aren't you a nerd with an attitude,"Mathew smirked as I rolled my eyes again Me, attitude. No. Besides I'm not a nerd or a girl that can be strong. I'm broken. "Attitude. Yeah right."I told him as he looked at Erik, since he was just putting his arm around Mathew's shoulder. "Yeah keep telling yourself that sweet-cheeks."I scoffed as he walked away waving including Erik who repeated his action. Are they twins separated from birth? ---------- Sally Hills always had problems, but what happens when she gets stuck with the bad boy Mathew Creed. What happens when problems get into their way? Or their problems can't have any solutions? started: August 6, 2017 completed: january 31, 2018 edited: january 25, 2019 edited and complete with new chapters: July 16, 2025 updated new chapters: July 20, 2025 Don't remember what else I put here because not only the title was deleted but the description.

He's just pure evil, known for his ruthless attitude and merciless ways. He has killed men and watched them suffer, but he found the one who he calls a mate but what happens when his mate challenges his every move and questions each decision made. He has loved her since she was 13 without her knowing but will the stories that she has heard about the Alpha King destiny their destiny as mates before it even starts.

Carina Davis is a girl who goes where she needs to everyday, hiding from everyone what really happens at home. Her parents hate her, and they have no problem with displaying it for her to see. Everyone but Carina thinks her parents are saints. It's been that way since kindergarten. So what happens when new boys are in town, and the head of the group is determined to figure out why Carina's smile doesn't reach her eyes, and why Carina tenses when her parents are brought up in a conversation? And what will happen when they don't stop bugging her? Could Carina have a happy ending?

... I didn't know what to do... so I did nothing. There I was, sprawled onto the ground. Just looking at the sky. Wishing... praying... pleading that it would lift me up and take me far away. The bitter air stung my skin like wasps, but still I laid there my legs bare and my body now trembling, did I care though? Would it be so bad for everything to just stop? ___________________________________________ At a young age Zara had entire life was stripped away from her, but she didn't give up she built a new one... only to have that one torn apart as well. It seems everywhere she goes there's trouble lurking around the corner. There's no escape, and no entrance, it only is. Not only is her mate not what she wanted but yet again a curve ball is thrown into the mix leaving Zara's life in jeopardy. What will happen to Zara will she over come this new problem? Will her life ever be normal? Will her mate change? Or better yet does she want him to? A/N: This is my first story I haven't plotted it I'm just writing and seeing where it gets me. May contain swearing and some possible heated scenes, you have been warned!!!

Dangerous men love innocent women. Innocent women don't go looking for dangerous men, but somehow the end up in the hands of them. She just wanted to give her uncle his sandwich, but dangerous men have a way of making things difficult. She is a good girl and he is a bad boy. And we all know the bad boys always want the good girls.

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."