Alvie Monroe has everything a woman could want: a house that gleams like it's never been lived in, a husband whose name opens doors, and days with more hours than she could spend. Her days are quiet, her marriage average, and her reflection a little less familiar each time she looks. In comparison was Atlas Jaxon, with a life so reckless that no one's seen him in years. But when a twist in the family business lands unsolicited responsibility on his shoulders, Atlas does what any self-respecting trust fund disaster would do to save his inheritance: come home and comply. The job? Win over John Monroe. Get his trust. Get his friendship. Get his signature. Don't fuck up. Don't look at his wife, don't think about his wife, and don't ever touch his wife.

murder has never been sweeter. kill your darlings and meet your maker.

of seismic homosexual incisions made in the brain of a 1950's nihilist

NOW RADISH EXCLUSIVE Santiago Balderas works night shifts at the club downtown, where every weekend he finds himself watching something akin to burlesque, as well as keeping said entertainers safe. People had a tendency to be grabby - he'd experienced it one too many times, and he wasn't even on stage. He finds himself infatuated with one of the dancers, with the way they seem to hold the attention of everyone glancing in their direction. Santiago is one of the lucky ones able to touch them in any possible way, but not in the way he wishes. It doesn't help when he finds out the person is taken, completely off limits. It's even worse when the partner is just as intriguing. started: december 21, 2019 finished: october 13th, 2020

I know what it takes to move on I know what it feels to lie All I wanna do is trade this life for something new Holding on to what I haven't got (Linkin Park, Waiting for the end) NOTE: I put this into Poetry because no other genre felt right, but these are not poems.

virtues are for fools, darling.

Isn't innocence just so sweet? At 19, all Ophelia Waters wants before starting university is to party until she can drown out her miserable thoughts. She knows, however, that money doesn't grow on trees, so she decides to get a summer job to finance her passion for clubbing. Sweet Ophelia didn't expect her job to be more thrilling than the nightlife she so deeply adores. On the cover: Katya Miro Copyright © 2019 by holyvixen All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

the stars align. their lips collide. and the universe shatters into oblivion. because the broken simply does not need to stay broken.

After the tragic incident that happened eleven years ago, Celio sought shelter to the only family she knew she had left, her father. But what she didn't know were the skeletons hidden behind every closet of his. Escaping a nightmare is never easy, with a memory she longed to bury, Celio never expects the revelation she's about to find out. With all the secrets, lies and games she discovered, it all leads to the ephialtes himself, Luca Della Cortez. --------------------------------- "Why are you doing this?!" I snapped, struggling to keep my breath steady at our close proximity. "Because you're mine.." He muttered roughly, still keeping my hands pinned on either side of my head with my back pressed against the walls. "Mine to fuck, mine to please and mine to use..." He rasped lowly, his face was inches away from mine as his eyes darkens with lust. I couldn't help the tension that was building in my lower region betraying my mind. I've seen this all coming, and I know there's no chance in hell I'm getting out of here. So the next words that came out of my mouth were the words any sane person wouldn't say. "So fuck me" mature content!

Jack the Ripper was known as the first serial killer whom murdered five prostitutes in Whitechapel in 1888. No one knows the true identity behind this mysterious person, nor how they got away with killing so many in such a short time. Read on as this unknown person lurks during the nights and the police scurry to find out who is behind these mysterious killings. --- This was a English project for class and a lot of people told me it was really good, so I posted it. The parts are super short, but that's just the way I had the story set up. Also, my first post, yay! So enjoy and feedback is always great.