Juliet Harrington, a wealthy teen, who has a throne in the Hills and the world at her feet leads a pretty hectic life. Sure she's been working with a silver spoon in her mouth since the day she was born, but that silver spoon doesn't make it any easier to juggle running a high school empire, trying not to fail all of her classes, captaining a cheerleading team, and striking the fear of God into every last one of her peers. Toss in a very random, very sudden, very intense new crush and Juliet finds herself in one hell of a head spinning whirlwind. The path she's on is a rocky one, but she will not tolerate failing to come out on top on any one of those fronts. If that means she has to scratch out a few eyes in order to get there, then that's exactly what she'll do. And she'll do it with a smile on her face and her favorite pair of Jimmy Choos on her feet.

"Why don't you go back to Hell?" I spat, fury boiling in the pit of my stomach. A dry smile played on his lips. "Haven't you heard, Cupcake? The Devil has yet to enter the realms of Hell." Follow the tale of Demi Lawson and Aidan Benson as they each tear down the stone wall the other has hid behind for one too many years... One beautiful, fucked up brick at a time. • • • • • WARNING: This story contains mature language/swearing, somewhat intense scenarios, clichés here and there, and a roller coaster of emotions. You're free to enter, but do so at your own risk. ****ALSO: This story is centered around eating disorders. If you're easily triggered by such material I would advise you don't read!**** © XxJessInfinityxX 2015 {Highest Standing: #2 on Teen Fiction) {Cover by: JuneMidnight}

He whispered, "Don't make a sound." "How do you expect me to beg and cry for you?" I taunt and attempt to dig my nails in the hand he rested in front of me, eye level while I was on his lap. He squeezed the hand tightly before pushing it behind my back. He slapped my ass hard for the little comment, and I gawked. I've never been struck, or punished before. "I'm sure you'll find an alternative." Sayter stroked my hair, and spanked me again. - It's 1890, the Victorian Era. Theres a killer on the loose, and it's a pretty little thing named Victoria Vonscuets. Victoria fakes her job as a prostitute to lure her clients into bed with her and to their brutal deaths. But if she had a rival for notoriety, it was Sayter Hamel, a vicious, brutal crime lord who tortured and killed victims on his raider who owed more than they could give. When Victoria decides she wants to try and kill Sayter, she's caught and Sayter decides he'll keep her for himself and teach her submission. But Victoria has a plan to exceed the same goal, all she has to do is sell her soul. ⚠️WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT INCLUDING SEX, KIDNAPPING, TORTURE, AND A BDSM RELATIONSHIP SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING MOVE ON⚠️

[COMPLETED] After one drunken Friday night, Vesper wakes up and finds herself on a bed, in a room, in an apartment that she neither owns nor recognizes. She discovers that the man who owns the place is the same man who she threw a dollar at, insulted, and slapped because she thought he was a pervert hobo who hovers around bars to make a pass at drunken girls. It turns out that "Pervert-Hobo Guy" owns three apartments, a Porsche, seven hit songs, three Grammy awards, and a broken heart paired with a damaged soul. And don't forget to add these things--a raging libido, a skilled mouth, dexterous fingers, and a certain something that may or may not have caused Vesper's eyes to go wide. ~*~*~*~*~ "Your m-mother... is... outside," Vesper mumbled breathlessly. His familiar scent wafted through her nostrils--something woodsy, something citrusy--something that screamed sex on legs. His intoxicating scent befuddled her mind and she cursed herself for being so weak. Her eyes widened at the feel of his something that's definitely not his belt buckle pressing against the small of her stomach. He wickedly grinned. "That's the point. She's outside so she can't see us." He nipped at Vesper's jaw and suckled on that sensitive spot on her neck. He moved towards her lips again and tasted her mouth from corner to corner. "Sweet. So, so, sweet," he said in between kisses. Vesper was horrified at the fact that her body was betraying her. She's a person with a very strong personality, but one touch of Andray's soft lips and she's pliant. Feeling herself losing control, she responded to his kisses with equal fervor, mouth still closed. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands move to the middle of her legs and cupped her there. His tongue took the opportunity and delved into her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. ~*~*~*~*~ This story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains strong language and explicit scenes. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.

[COMPLETED]✔ Short Story of The Deliverance Series --⊰♥⊱-- Is a mate worth having, if it's the tie to an omega? Survival The primal need within all species to live, a desire to rise above the rest and come out on top of the food chain... ...or accept where you belong, the position you hold, regardless of the consequences. Her parents having been killed for simply bringing her into this world, Ashling is no stranger to living beneath the rest. If you're not useful, you're replaceable. Ashling has found a way to secure her position with her pack, regardless of her being an omega, she'd rather her fate be sealed within her own pack then that as a rogue. At the hands of a merciless alpha, only second in comparison to that of an ally pack, Ashling keeps her head down and lives the way she knows how to... ...surviving at all costs. --⊰♥⊱-- ⚠ This book has sexual content and intended for audiences 18+. Read at your own risk. (Not Edited)

❝It wasn't that I wanted to die; no. It was that I was so desperate to live.❞ - Valentinia Morelli. She is captured within a world that condemned and contradicted her one wish. Trapped; within a whirlwind of toxicity and abuse. Claimed; by the darkness that consumed her light. Deceived; by a man whose exterior seemed angelic, but whose interior was destructable. Belittled; by those who held her trust. Controlled; by his sharp tongue. Carved; by his name. Broken; by those who left her behind. Ashamed; by the bodies that trailed in her path. Determined; at her chance of survial. Scarred; by his palms. Grateful; for the man that listened to her cries as he layed beside her, whilst they watched the stars. This is my first story, so I apologise if the description/ blurb/ story is not perfect. Initiated:. 04 : 05 : 18 Concluded:. 11: 12 : 20 I would just like to let you know that all of the media used in this book, is not my own. All of it is used off of google. Also, the translations may not be correct, I do use google translate. 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆:. Will include violence, humiliation, abuse, mature language, non- consensual scenes and triggering themes.

Nova can't escape the rich town of Riverside, where a tragedy follows her every step, but she can work to uncover who's been lying to her all these years. ***** When seventeen-year-old Nova Nightingale returns to her late mother's hometown the last thing she expects is to be public enemy number one, but the rumors surrounding her mother's sudden disappearance fifteen years earlier follow Nova everywhere she goes. And to top it all off, the local rich boy, Isaac Royal, is adamant about making her life hell. Surrounded by rumors, lies, and a secret keeping the town on edge, Nova has to figure out why she's hated and why the boy hell-bent on making her suffer seems to be the only person she can trust. Content/Triggering Warning: this story contains themes of suicide and violence [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

Seat filler Lincoln Parker never expected to accidentally fall on one knee in front of world-famous superstar Emily Margot. Now, with his face on the cover of every tabloid, he has to pretend to be her lover-and keep hidden his real, growing feelings as their time together starts to run out. ***** When 23-year-old Lincoln Parker accidentally trips over famous actress Emily Margot, he never imagines that she would ask him to be her pretend fiancé until the scandal-of being caught supposedly proposing to her-blows over in the media. Because he's a relative nobody; just an army medic on leave, moonlighting at award shows as a seat filler. But with his name on the dotted line of their contract, he has to find a way to survive in her Hollywood bubble and also bury his growing anxiety, especially as his leave from the army runs out. Can their budding relationship withstand the distance? Is their love built to last? [ General fiction #2 chick lit #4 ] [Wattys 2015 Winner - HQ Love) [word count: 60,000-70,000 words] Cover designed by Lucas Fisher Sequel: The Game Changer

They say it only takes an hour for your life to change. In my case, it was one month. My name is Hera Reynolds and this is my story... Book 2 of Room 234's virgin

Betrothed to the King. Cursed since birth. All her life, Carissa's been betrothed to a man she's never met and inflicted with a curse she's never seen. Tired of waiting for her betrothed at 18, she flees to forge her own destiny and discover love, but she soon discovers the curse is indeed real and its effects dangerous. She suddenly finds herself in need of the savior she never wanted. But will he be able to see past her curse to love the girl within? Gorgeous cover by @solidarity_ Updated Wednesday and Friday at 4pm CST.