❗️NOT FOR KIDS OR SENSITIVE READERS❗️ Military forces from a neighboring country have taken control of Ari's city, only one of many now under occupation. Soldiers patrol every street, watching, destroying, killing... and doing whatever they please. Strict new rules govern daily life, leaving citizens in constant fear. But one fateful night changes everything for Ari in a way she never expected. But deep down, she always knew it was bound to happen. She just never imagined how much she'd come to enjoy it... This is a DARK story! Read at your own risk!! (Accounts who post hateful paragraphs will be muted for all of my stories!) ❗️ONLY FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY❗️18+ - True War Crimes - Mentions of rape - Sex - Unhealthy obsession - Violence/Killing -Dominant guy/submissive girl - pregnancy later in the story *no agonizingly slow burn!*

The sound of bodies hitting the floor is heard above us, one of them falls so harshly that dust clouds around me and I cough as some of it is lodged in my throat. "Shut the fuck up." The guy next to me snarls. He moves behind me and holds a gun to my head, he's smart enough to keep his eyes on the door and his chest covered by my body. "I'm sorry." I say quietly. "But you're all going to die." My heart pounds when the footsteps move down the stairs and stop outside the door. No one breathes in the still room. Suddenly, the doors are slammed open and there is Knife, a knife in one hand and a blanket in the other. His cold gaze sweeps around the room before landing on me. His jaw clenches when he sees me being held at gunpoint and the marks on my face and arms. "I'm sorry, Sugar." His deep voice drawls, his voice has always had the ability to carry around the room without any effort. "But I'm going to need you to close your eyes." ------- When Strawberry meets Knife, he instantly knows she's his. Knife is new to the MC, the Knights, her dad is a member of. He's the youngest member and known for his his cold and apathic nature. His past is as dark as it is twisted, while Strawberry has lived sheltered by the club and has a warped sense of family. Struggling to come to terms with the unconventional way of their relationship, Knife is more than happy to show Strawberry just how good it is to submit to him. To submit all of her.

"You're going to let me fuck you like a good girl?" he asks and leans down, "Because you are, aren't you? A good girl?" . . . Elena Amoretto has always been smitten by the one and only, Ares Aetos. For three years, she's adored him from afar. Admiring the god of war and falling deeper into her obsession. While Ares can't seem to stand her. Where she's infatuated with him, he merely acknowledges her existence. While being the center of the spotlight herself. As the front woman of the rising band Icarus, Elena has to face the world while struggling with anxiety. To make matters worse, Ares is the drummer of the band rivaling hers, Dopamine. And just as fate would have it, his band and hers are touring together. She's supposed to hate him. But how could she? When all she does is drown in the blue of his eyes and willingly dies at the ruthless hands of Ares? The god of war who brings her down on her knees while she blissfully falls into his melancholy.

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."

Arianna (Arie) Moretti was a precocious child. Bright and bold and beautiful. She had always been strong willed with a fiery personality and never gave 0 fucks when it came to people with authority. Disowned by her father Antonio Moretti, Capo of the Italian mafia for defending her little sister from a sinister attack. She is sent to live with her Aunt & Uncle in Italy. As Arie grew up she thought she was out of the Mafia lifestyle for good. Even if she herself walks on the dark side. But all that changes at a surprise family reunion. Roman Romanov is one of the most feared, ruthless and dangerous Pakhan's ever known in the Russian Bratva. Blood and death lurk beneath his immaculate suits and cunning, cold eyes. To the outside world Roman is known as a sexy tycoon, a arrogant womaniser and number one bachelor that every woman wants a piece of. But to the underground crime world he is the king, a god, a barbaric beast. Roman never thought much about marriage and he certainly never thought he would get engaged twice and to a secret Mafia princess nobody knew about and who happens to be as stubborn and foul mouthed as he is. If 2 predators fall in love. Who becomes their prey? 🖤🚫THIS IS A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE🚫🖤 ⚠️CONTAINS GRAPIC VIOLENCE⚠️ ⚠️SEXUAL CONTENT⚠️ 🔞 OVER 18s ONLY 🔞

The world is filled with creatures of magic. Some were good once. Most have always seen mortals as nothing more than food and spell fodder. For hundreds upon hundreds of years the brought havoc to mortals, tipping the balance in their favor. The gods whom had created mortals grew saddened by their inevitable extinction. They wished sorely to prevent the creations of demons from destroying what was once so beautiful. So saddened by the incoming loss, Luna goddess of the moon and life shed tears from her perch in the stars for she, more than any god was forced to bare witness to these atrocities. Her tears dripped from the sky off the ends of the stars, falling to the world into the forests she loved so. They coated the beasts she adored more than her own soul. The wolves who loved to chase the stars she would throw morphed before her very eyes. Seeing them standing beneath the nights sky, not man not beast, she knew. Her wolves would put an end to the horror against mortals. They would bring balance to this world. ~~ The children of the night? Leaches. The fae? Drunken partiers with a taste for murder. Merfolk? Fish sluts with a taste for human flesh. Trolls? Morons of the highest caliber. Zombie? Bastards of witches. Witches? Vile little whores who turned their back on humans for power. Werewolves? The beasts who hunt them all.

I snapped my eyes to his doing my best to give him the angriest glare I could. Something is his eyes flashed as he pushed me against the couch before climbing on top of me. "Get off of me!" His head dipped to the curve of my neck as he ran his nose along my skin, I felt him inhale slowly as he grabbed my hips roughly. "There's just something about you when you're angry that makes me want to fuck you." (Updates every Wednesday) Honourable Rankings: #bwwm: #1 (2021) #dark: #2 (2021)

After a life altering event that left her bloody and broken, Zena vows to never let herself be that weak again. She needs no one to defend herself. She needs no one to save 'the damsel in distress' anymore. At least...not from humans... Xai'an is a half breed Yautja. Born of an honorable female who never wanted him and a massive breed of Bad Blood for a father. Though he is met with ridicule for his mixed blood, no one is foolish enough to directly challenge him. He alone has the honor of a Kiande Amedha Queen skull to flaunt in his trophy room, after all. As the clan's Enforcer he is sent to deal with a band of Bad Blood's orbiting over Earth only to discover their forbidden plot. Now he must stop it from destroying the small blue planet. What he didn't anticipate though...was a tiny Ooman female that would eventually consume his thoughts...he would soon discover that she would be his greatest hunt yet because... he had to have her. ***This will be my first 18+ MATURE CONTENT fiction I've ever published. This story will also determine how others enjoy my writing to see if I will post some original works on here I also do not own nor reserve any rights to the Predator universe. This is not cannon nor will it be entirely accurate. Only OC and story plot are mine.*** #1 in alienvspredator (as of 4/19/21 vvv) #8 in interspecies #13 in avp #1 in predator #33 in scifiromance #34 in xenomorph #54 in alien

***THIS IS A SEQUEL TO FATE'S ENCOUNTER*** I feel I need to put this disclaimer up because I've seen a few new readers here that haven't voted on Fate's Encounter and though it's not fundamental that you read it first, there will be things in this book that may be a bit confusing if you don't know the characters from the first book. ***THIS IS BOOK 2*** Over 50 years have passed since Xai'an and Zena have started their lives on Yautja Prime. Happily they have had several healthy Yautja males as is expected. What they DIDN'T expect was the daughter that came out looking more human than Yautja. It's something that shouldn't be possible... Rosalene, or Rose for short, is the only female hybrid born of a Yautja and human. She's stuck with being treated as a human because her father seems all too keen on babying her for her soft appearance. The problem with this is...if she keeps the title of human, once she hits matable age she will be treated as human. Property. And none other than Uathan, the clan leader's detestable son wants her. And he wants her something fierce. To prevent herself from being mated to the biggest jerk in the clan, Rose takes on an incredibly risky mission to find her missing father in hipes of earning the Blooded...there...she meets him...and discovers a web of lies and treachery that will shake the very foundations of Yautja Prime forever.

Dorothy Kennicott met Ace Stoll when they were only six years old. And ever since then, they have been inseparable. Best friends, attached at the hip. But what happens when Dorothy starts to develop strong feelings for her best friend? Or when her best friend starts to touch her in a more intimate way--a way that makes her head spin--without providing her with any sort of explanation? Or, oh yeah, when her best friend turns into a huge snarling wolf and claims she's his mate? Well, I'll tell you what happens--shit gets complicated. ---- A spinoff of 'Kidnapped By My Mate' (AKA 'Beautiful Belle and Alpha Grayson') but can be read as a standalone.