I died yesterday. But to make no mistake. This is not a story about death. This is a story about love. Not lust. Not anger. Not forgiveness. Not desire. Just love. Stories aren't so simple this way anymore I think. This one is simple enough. Girl meets Boy. She hates boy, but she finds him intriguing. She learns more about him and suddenly his golden dark brown eyes remind her of the setting sun. Suddenly hate... is dislike... then friendship... then kindness... Suddenly it is love. In this story... Girl meets boy. But first the girl must die. Second she has to become his food. Third, the Boy must reveal his darkest secret. That he is no boy at all. But a monster the world had thought they'd killed off long, long ago. A Nosferatu. A lineage of vampires that would make any man's -magical or human-blood freeze over in fear. So really this story is dead Girl meets undead Boy and discovers she must be his food for eternity. But trust me, I promise... it's not that complicated.

Two Awesome Stories Included *In My Best Announcer voice* BEWARE SERIAL KILLERS ARE MADE SEXY AND ENTICING IN THESE FICTIONAL TALES! PLEASE READ RESPONSIBLY!!! COME HITHER IF YOU DARE!!! 6 '3 with the body of a god and eyes that resemble gleaming diamonds, he was irresistible. But everything that glitters isn't gold and to love a man like him comes with a price...

Collection of Sugar Daddy/ Sugar Baby short stories (I might add more girls later) •Book One Serena• I've always been a good girl, I've always done the right thing. But one sad and depressing night my friend convinces me to join a Sugar Baby app... and I met Mr.Gallo. •Book Two Amora• I've always been pretty independent, helping my mother with my younger sister. But my mother disappeared and we can't find her. And now I'm lost, bills, and school became too hard... so I took on exotic dancing to make ends. But then I met Elio De Luca. •Book Three Esme• I've been living here in Nagoya Japan for a few years now. I'm a first grade teacher here, and I've never been happier. I came here for an escape from my family to really be free and on my own. I had been living a dream until I took a student home one night... and I caught the attention of his uncle, the Oyabun. •Book Four Dahlia• My name is Dahlia well if you're paying, I'm a escort and sometimes a girlfriend for hire. I've met and been with all kinds of men. From the crybabies, widows, degradation kinks, even one's with a fetish for black woman. Always rich and powerful men that want to feel weak. Most of my contracts never included sex but if they're cute enough I don't mind. But Siddh wasn't one of my contracts, because he was a man that didn't need one. •Book Five Naomi• The name's Naomi, just your average sub with no Dom because everyone thinks a lil slap on the ass makes them qualified. But I've been around the BDSM scene for a few years now. Falling for fake doms was something I learned not to do quickly. And at this last Munch party I met my ideal Dom... one with a pleasure kink. Things went smoothly during our first few plays but I'd never thought I would see him outside that setting. Especially not at work and not as my new boss... or at least I thought it was him?

Nixon is the 3rd book in the Broken Series. (Ryan is the 1st, Brynn is the 2nd) Nixon leaves rehab early because he can't deal with being there anymore. His sister Kelis finds someone in need of a roommate so he moves in with the girl and gives her his middle name, Lucas. He quickly becomes addicted to the girl and once he gets one taste he's done for. He warns her about his past, about his name, but she ignores all the red flags, not realizing exactly how intertwined she is with the people from his past. He becomes enamored with her, feels like she was made for him while still battling the demons of his past and soon it all becomes too much for him to handle. He makes a heartbreaking decision, thinking it's what's best for both of them and everything changes. Trigger/Content Warning: this book contains mature content, talks of suicide, mental and physical abuse, selfharm, drug use, and addiction Cover designed by Anastasia Wright

"The rules for a Mafia wife were endless and strict. Once she entered into this life she would never be free. Women in the Mafia were first daughters, then wives, and then mothers; always under the control of a man, always expected to live up to their expectations." A woman who yields to no man, who cannot be obedient, is not made to be a Mafia wife. Liliana Fiorenza, the headstrong granddaughter of a Sicilian Mafia Don, was not made to be a Mafia wife. Yet, she is forced to return to America and marry the infamous and secretive D'Onofrio heir. Marcello D'Onofrio, the heir to the D'Onofrio legacy, has gained himself a reputation for being far more ruthless than his father ever was. He now sits at the head of one of the most powerful American Mafia families in New York, consumed entirely by his work. Until, that is, he is forced to take on a wife - one who fights him at every turn. TW: Contains violence, assault, depression, and covers the topic of suicide. COMPLETED / BEING EDITED

He was danger. She was innocence. He was fire and she was the water that wanted to put him out. But what happens when his fire spreads and she ends up getting burned? __ Nadiyah Valentino was everything anyone could ever want to be. Independent, successful, and shockingly beautiful. Her do-gooder attitude and confidence is what scares most men away from the African-American - Italian beauty .. every man except Giovanni. When mafia leader Giovanni meets Nadiyah at a club, from the moment she slapped him across the face he knew one thing and one thing only - she had to be his. He was willing to do anything and everything to claim her as his own. Will Nadiyah fall for his bad boy approach or will Giovanni have to force her to be his, find out in Dangerous Hearts!

She is kind. He is cruel. She saves. He kills. She gives. He takes. She is young and innocent. He is older and callous. She is a witch, blinded towards the world of the supernatural. He is an Alpha wolf, feared for he is the worst of his kind.

Love. What is love? All that I know is that love comes in many forms and doesn't really choose. Love does not care about how you look, what you do, what went down in your past, and most importantly, it does not care about how old you are. - This is a story that will prove this theory.

Ryan is a no nonsense type of guy and isn't one to do the relationship thing, it's not his style. He's more of a hit it and quit it type of guy; some label him as a bad boy, but he's just living life the way he wants to.... That is, until one day, he sees a girl by the name of Valerie that blows his mind, he wants her, he gots to have her. But there's one thing that's holding him back, will she ever go for a guy like him? A guy who's affiliated with the wrong people, and does she even go for white guys?! Will Ryan get his girl or will the roadblocks ahead stop him? Is he able to handle the pressure that comes along with being with this girl; such as, 1. An overprotective psychotic older brother. 2. Manipulative mother who's a former drug addict. 3. Another man who will stop at nothing to claim Valerie as his. 4. And all the other haters that want to see this relationship fail.

Warning: Mature Audiences Only!! -Strong Sexual Content -R-rated language -Adult situation This book is a ROMANCE, no matter how terrifying it may look at first. *** DESCRIPTION *** "I'll fucking slit your throat, you lying cunt. I don't have to burn you alive, I'll murder you with my own bare hands. I'll enjoy it, too. Laugh my ass off while you drown in your own blood, you're worthless and pathetic." He spat, his body shaking with uncontrollable rage. I felt my windpipes being crushed, tears welded in my eyes as I choked. I gasped for air, "well...someone d-didn't eat breakfast this morning. You're just Cuckoo for Coco P-Puffs." His massive hands tightened around my throat, shaking my body violently as his knuckles turned white with force, his beautiful face turned completely sinister with anger. Black spots darted in my vision, consuming my sight as they grew. My head started to feel light and airy as I began choking to death. His voice shook with rage, "What. Are. You." He seethed. His red eyes wide with fury. "I'm Batman." I choked, as I blacked out. *** 18 years ago, a baby girl was born, but she was born frail and weak. Her bones were delicate, and her heart could not beat on its own. The doctors told the mother that she would surely die within hours of her birth. Her mother prayed for something, anything to save her baby. The Devil answered. He saved her baby, and granted her the favor of life. With the mark of the Devil himself, branded into the smooth flesh of her skin. She had been claimed by the Devil, her fate sealed by the scar. But everyone knows... The Devil always comes to collect. ***