"Look at me." Aemond ordered as Elyana complied, her breathing growing more wild as she eyed the sword that was an inch away from her face. "Why do you cry, child?" Aemond questioned, a smug grin creeping unto his face. The servant looked up at him, tears falling from her eyes as his sword came just a tad bit closer to her face. It was just millimeters away from actually touching her. "Speak!" The Prince demanded as Elyana took a breath, her eyes filling with rage at her master. "Who would not cry when a sword is pointed at them?" She spat at him with clear disdain in her tone, making him raise a brow. The girl was brave. - In which Aemond Targaryen finds himself loathing yet obsessed with his new handmaiden. But the line between hate and love is a thin one, almost too thin. - *AEMOND TARGARYEN X FEMALE OC* (This a an Aemond Targaryen story, all credit goes to House of The Dragon except for Elyana Rotchamsey and all of her storylines).

Shae, the High Queen of Erya, has one rule: Not to fall in love with her husband. Three years into their arranged marriage, Shae is still ignoring her attraction to the handsome king. A simple task when everyone knows the rumours of his love affair with the Sorceress Isobel; the woman he helped save the world, but was not allowed to marry. Felix, the High King of Erya, has one goal: To charm his wife. When an attack forces the couple into forced proximity to reach home safely, Felix sees the opportunity to finally get close to the queen. Defeating the Dark Disciple and his followers was nothing compared to his most challenging task yet; convincing his wife to give him a chance. {Rewritten in 2022}

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐝𝐞𝐧? † † † † † † † † † Born in Paradise, I'm privileged to walk in the Garden of Eden. It doesn't matter if I long to be more than a servant, if my life is dictated by God, or if my husband's touch makes my skin crawl. Until I meet a creature God has broken, forsaken, and discarded. It suddenly matters when his hands are what warms my heart, and he becomes the only thing keeping me sane in a world that drives me mad. Most of all, it matters when he shows me all that I deserve-much more than what I'm given. But I'm God's first daughter, and my life isn't mine to live. Sacrifices must be made for the greater good. I'm just not sure I can... † † † † † † † † † Warning: This story is a mix of elements from the Bible and fantasy. It is, in part, a satire of religion, and will heavily dwell on the flaws and absurdities of stories and characters that are elemental to Judaic , Catholic, and Christian faiths. Read at your own risk, and remember that you've been warned. It will also feature extensive and lengthy steamy scenes, so this work is reserved to a mature audience. Updates are every Friday at noon EST

[Rae, Part 2: 18+ Only - This book will not make sense if you don't read the first one.] Pregnant, barefoot and on a mission: Rae Erickson can blame hormones for making her so...bloodthirsty. She's pissed off with the demon hunter who's made the father of her unborn children his personal whipping boy. She's pissed off with the fallen angel who's made it his mission to piss her off. But most of all, she's pissed off with the father of her babies - who thinks he's doing her a solid by letting her go. Morning sickness, demon-hunting 101 and a weird craving for chocolate sauce in her cereal won't get in the way of her planning her happily ever after - even if she has to kill to do it. Because until her water breaks, she won't...

This is a sample only. H2KAI is now available for purchase on Amazon! eBook: http://www.amazon.com/How-Kill-Incubus-Kimber-Lee-ebook/dp/B00ZVC9S8C Don't forget to leave a review! Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/How-Kill-Incubus-Kimber-Lee/dp/1680303880/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=&qid= Book #1: Rae couldn't exactly deny what Andrei, the king of the incubi, said so matter-of-factly. But she is her father's daughter and having a forbidden liaison with a demon king is not something her father would have approved of. With just one glance from Andrei's piercing cerulean eyes, however, she found herself being plunged into delightful unknown territories, and only half-caring whether she should sink or swim. Should she fight her unholy-but oh-so-delicious-attraction to the dark lord or just give in to the indescribable enticing pleasures he brings her? Rae certainly has grave decisions to think about.

"Don't you dare." He growled, eyes burning with desire. "Every whimper, every moan, every gasp of pleasure that escapes from your mouth belongs to me. You wouldn't want to withhold from me what is rightfully mine, now would you?" She has no memory of her life before or where she came from. All she knows is him. Cover by the wonderful @kaori_nakahodo

To save her brother, Veronica decides to dig up a vampire's grave and must grapple with the dangers that come with fraternizing with a killer. ***** There's a reason buried things should stay buried. Desperate to save her dying brother, Veronica digs up Lucius' grave--a notorious vampire with endearing charm and a thirst for redemption. Ignorant to the spotlight now on her family after releasing a killer back into the world, Veronica must grapple with her new reality while Lucius is forced to finally face the ghosts from his past, pulling him into the hell he helped create. As enemies begin to draw closer, Veronica finds herself having to choose a side, and leaning toward one she never thought she would. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]] Cover designed by Ren Tachibana

COMPLETED. "What are you?" he asks, his deep melodious voice vibrating in my ears. I refuse to show him any weakness, any fear at all. I stare into those endless eyes. "I don't know..." my body is covered in shivers when he lights up in rage and punches the brick wall behind me, creating a perfect dented hole, as if the wall was made of plaster. "Don't test me, princess," he hisses, bending further in towards me. "You have no idea what I could do to you." he licks his lips, and I have just enough time to catch a glimpse of pointy teeth before a raging pain slices through my neck. ............... Emma Sanders is a seventeen-year-old girl, moving to a foreign town, one of those that you wouldn't find on a map, except maybe if you measured it by inches. But a secretive group of blood, fangs, and mystery has her attention, and it would destroy anything in its path to figure out what she really is. ............... Copyright 2014 - Sophia Kjeldbjerg No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted to anyone. It cannot be transmitted or copied by any means - such as by electronic devices, photocopies, recordings, mechanics or any other forms - without prior written permission from the author. Copying this story is a violation of the copyright law.

*Completed* *Unedited* With every step he took towards me, I took one back until I hit the edge of his bed. A deep growl rumbled from his throat and I tried to make myself smaller in hopes that he would leave me alone. Being a human, I stood no chance against this beast in front of me. He would tear me apart. His muscles rippled with ease from underneath his shirt; his stance towered over me; his eyes colored with darkness; and I knew he was struggling to keep his wolf contained. "Kitten, don't act all scared. This is what you wanted, isn't it? You've always fantasized about what it would be like to be with a beast like me." His hand approached me slowly and then brushed my hip. I gasped. His teeth grazed my neck and I unconsciously leaned my head away, so he could have more room. "Answer me!" he growled. My chest furiously moved up and down as I tried to calm myself. I shook my head. "Well, Kitten, you're MINE. Whether you like it or not." From a very young age, Mae has been told by her father to stay away from werewolves. They were too rough, too dangerous for humans, but she always had a fascination with them. Damon was the Alpha of the Night Bane pack and he was exactly what Mae's father told her he would be - rough and dangerous. *Not my cover art @ Jojoesart