Boring job. Boring apartment. Boring life. Everything about my life was boring, and nothing could have changed that fact. But as soon as I got that card, everything...and I mean EVERYTHING, completely changed. ... "Welcome home...daddy." MATURE [18+] [ONLY FOR THE WICKED]

"You can start by calling me daddy." Confused by his sudden outburst, I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to comprehend what he told me. "The fuck did you just say?"

*Story is under construction currently2019* Na'chelle Holland is a 23-year-old black woman. She gets kidnapped from her city and taken across seas to a foreign location, for trafficking purposes. How will she get out from such disturbing surroundings? Can she save the other girls? Where is she? Read to find out.

*BWWM* "Let's take our withhold hearts for a walk in the woods and hope that the big bad wolf captures them!" Lydia only knew pain in her whole life as an orphan. So being sold in the black market would not be the worst thing ever. It was just the cherry on top of the dessert. But she didn't expect to be so adored and worshiped, she didn't expect to be sold and taken by a werewolf pack.

She just turned 18 and she doesn't know who her mate is until her wolf shouts mate she looks to where her wolf shouted and See's it's her brother will she accept it or will she run away?

"You have no fucking idea how long I've been wanting to do this." He started with my heals as he kneeled between my legs. He removed the right one first dragging it out as he grazed my foot with his fingertips. The next one came off and my breath hitched as his gaze trained on the soaking wet spot between my legs. "Do you wax or shave?" "Wax." My voice was quiet making sure to mind my vocabulary. His intake of breath followed by his hands trailing up and up until it reached the zipper of my dress. Unzipping me he stood up to tug the dress off me to fall on the floor. My white lacy set of borrowed lingerie were fully exposed to him now and he was taking his time to look me over. As if I was some prized possession he's always wanted. He undid the white bra making my breasts bounce. "Spread your legs for me." ********* Rose Chase, dedicated med student had her entire life planned out. Until the day she walked into her apartment to find her boyfriend fucking her guy best friend. Devastated and questioning her own sexiness she rushes in the club with a vendetta a world now knew who she was.. Mason Coldwell, spoiled rotten sex god and ex friend of Rose Chase. Going out one night for a night of fun after revealing Rose's identity to the world. He goes out to a club to alleviate the old scars Rose opened up and to his surprise finds the very virgin Rose in his bed in the morning. At least she WAS a virgin. Who would have thought, the man she thought to be her demise, might be her salvation. (Mature scenes 18+ recommended to read) Highest rating #2 in romcom. ;)

The 3rd book of the Ryonan series. Aria Seizan has been plagued with the memories of that night for years. Recently, her nightmares have gotten out of control. The only way to deal with and stop the nightmares is to confront those responsible. But there is something else she wants, something she craves desperately...revenge. What happens when she leaves the palace and her family behind to go back to a place which holds the worst memories of her life? Not only does she have to confront her past, but she also has to deal with her present and her future in the form of her true mate, Zane.

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake