They called me exotic meat, a pet, a slave. That's what i was worth in the universe after being illegally abducted from earth. Nothing more than a play thing on the alien black market. But i fought back. Now, iv been sent to rot in Ka'Lar, a prison carved deep into the black crust of a desolate planet. Every shadow holds more danger than the last, one human girl lost in a sea of alien faces, each more monstrous than the last. Then there's Virek, a towering, four-armed alien with eyes like burning coals. He's dangerous, ruthless and totally unreadable. He's also the only thing standing between me and fates worse than death. In this place where trust is a scarce commodity, will i be able to keep him on my side when i have nothing to offer...

I never thought I'd be noticed-let alone his. One moment, I stood among the crowd, my fate a dark pit. Next, the cavernous hall froze, Zypherians and humans alike holding their breath as he emerged from the shadows: the Admiral, golden eyes burning, moving with fatal purpose. He didn't stop at protocol. He didn't stop at the fear in my chest. The Matrix itself shuddered, surrendering to a new law. In that instant, I was no one. I was someone. And I was his, forced to accept a destiny I can neither refuse nor understand. I should have run. Instead, I stood-caught between terror and the quiet, impossible pull of the one monster who had unmade the rules, just to choose me.

Long before the skies bled crimson and the mountains whispered their secrets to the stars, the Ak'tari believed the Red Moon was a gift-an omen of change, a pulse of divine will echoing through the bones of their world. It was said that when the Red Moon rose, it peeled back the veil between fate and flesh. On this night, the gods awakened the bond between souls-nooshari. Not chosen by blood, nor by logic, but by something deeper. Something ancient. A thread spun in the dark before memory ever existed. For generations, the ritual had remained sacred. Unquestioned. Revered. But none had expected the humans. When the outsiders fell from the sky in fire and metal, the Ak'tari had watched with wary eyes, their hearts guarded by stories of destruction told by wind and earth. Yet, over time, suspicion softened. Curiosity grew. And on the eve of the Red Moon, something unthinkable happened. The gods called out again-but not just to the Ak'tari. They called to her. Mia never believed in fate. She had only ever believed in survival. In keeping her head down. In doing what needed to be done. But beneath a sky painted in blood and stars, among a people not her own, Mia felt something ancient stir within her. Something waiting. Something wild. And when she met his eyes-those burning, otherworldly eyes-everything changed. This is the story of how Mia found her nooshari. Of how love, primal and fierce, bloomed under an alien moon. And how her heart, once lost, became something sacred.

Enslaved under alien rule, I've forgotten what kindness feels like-until my choices deliver me to the Zohra. Towering, horned, and unreadable, they are nothing like my past captors. And Karshok... he is nothing like the monsters I've known. He is fierce yet protective, distant yet impossibly gentle with me. I should fear him. I should resist him. But just as I stopped believing in salvation, he appeared-and with him, a warmth I thought I'd lost forever.

She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."

~complete~ But what would happen when a military captain who barely talks meets an overly joyous girl who works at a bookstore? Surprising, wouldn't it be? When he asks first for them to be friends and constantly finds time in his busy schedule just to be around her? Add two little friends who will stop at nothing but see these two together. Isn't this a ship that's meant to sail till the end? ✪ ✪ ✪ "G-Grey?" I called out softly before he left the store. I was afraid that something would happen to him when he was away. "You'll come back?" I just wanted him to assure me that he would be safe. He was strong yes, but I was conflicted. "Always, tulip." He gently stroked my hair as he extended his pinky finger. I extended mine too and his thumb pressed on mine in a promise and I relaxed slightly. ||Highest ranking|| #3 in protective 5/13/2023 #6 in humor 5/13/2023 #2 in adorable 5/20/2023 #7 in sweet-romance 5/22/2023 #1 in kind 5/25/2023 #2 in grumpy 5/30/2023 #7 in sweet 6/1/2023 #75 in love 6/3/2023 #3 in lovely 6/23/3023 #2 in soft 6/25/2023 #3 in slowburn 7/12/2023 #4 in sunshine 7/25/2023 #1 in smile 10/18/2023 #5 in cute 11/17/2023

"Are you afraid, my wee human?" "Will you hurt me?" "No, Ailsa. I swear to you I will never harm you. I'd rather die than lay a hand on you." "Then there's nothing more to discuss." ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ In 18th century Scotland, a romance blooms in a dark prison cell Laird Fraser MacLeod is no normal man. In fact, he isn't a man at all. He is a creature bound to the night that feasts on the blood of men. He's lured to the Sinclair clan under the impression there will be a truce between the two lairds, instead he's captured and tortured for being the monster he is. A vampire. What he doesn't expect is the wee slip of a lass that sneaks down to his cell for nightly visits. She talks to him, reads him books, brings food, and soothes the darkest pieces of his soul. Ailsa Sinclair has enough problems of her own. She's ailed with a disease that can not be cured, the daily attacks on her lungs are nearly too much. Little does she know that not only will the mysterious bearded man she visits get her in trouble, but that he'll change her life forever. A historical vampire romance

Alessandro Galanti, a mafia boss who has his eye set on Aria Stone. And he'll stop at nothing until she is his.

Mates. They were supposed to be your perfect match. Well, biologically, anyway. Lycans are paired at birth with a person deemed to be their perfect biological match. In this way, the moon goddess can assure the survival of her created species. Couples are matched based on how strong their children will be, ensuring the endurance of the Lycans with the least threat of annihilation. But what happens when someone goes against their match? Lily Sanders knew her mate wouldn't be anyone special. Small, quiet, and weak herself, she could only expect that her mate would be just like that. Only the tall, beautiful, strong females were paired with the tall, handsome, strong males. But when one of the strongest Alphas claims her as his, despite what fate has chosen, Lily must decide between who was made for her, and who is right for her.

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."