~ON HOLD~ 「 Excerpt 」 "Alezandros are you like my bodyguard?" He smirks as he leans in closer to me, "No, I am far more than a bodyguard. Like I said I am your Protector." Alezandros grabs my face and in an instant his lips are kissing me with so much passion, it's like if he had waited 300 years for me. 「 End Of Excerpt 」 Cartia Andrra is turning 19 years old. She is beautiful, kind and very important to her father. She loves the idea of finding her true love but what she doesn't know is that her and Alezandros have been destined to be together forever. Her father, Damiano Andrra is a very rich man who happens to have many enemies that want to take his empire down at all cost and the only way to do that is by targeting his only weakness, Cartia. Damiano is a very smart man so to be precautious he hires someone that will keep his only daughter from the reach of his enemies, Alezandros Cavill. He is THE PROTECTOR. Alezandros Cavill has lived for 300 years waiting to find the love of his life. He is a god. Even though 300 hundred years have gone by he has aged just like a fine wine, he looks like he is 30 years old and his body is just to die for. He comes from a long line of god's called, The Protectors, were all male's have been destine to protect and love to who they have been destined to for eternity. Unfortunately he had to wait for many years for Cartia to be born, but now that he has found her he won't let anything or anyone take her away from him.

BLYTHE. (noun) Happiness, cheerfulness. Someone who's joyful. Zoe doesn't remember the exact date she got ill. All she knows is that once she was fine and then she wasn't. Unable to find a way to cure her depression, at the tender age of eighteen, she decides to end her life once and for all only to be found by a mysterious man and saved. The same man disappears the next morning. Now she's 24, almost a graduated, suicidal psychology student and even more eager to bid her last goodbyes. But what if life isn't done playing with her just yet, and the man she'd obsessed over and hated for the last six years of her life reappears? Will her plans of leaving for good change? Sold as a sex slave at a young age, Sawyer finally finds himself free, saved by an unknown man who offers him a new identity, family and life, only to have them all snatched away by the monsters of the past. He finds himself once again in the sex industry he grew up in and loathed for the sake of revenge. What can two young people who have lost everything and have nothing on this earth do but fight to survive till they see the empire that fucked them up burned into ashes? WARNING: MATURE CONTENT. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Cover by @__AK__WRITES

"I'm sure you want to taste me just as much as I want to taste you." "You're wrong, so get off of me." I said sternly. "I doubt that I'm wrong açúcar." He touched my lips with his and trailed his hands up my exposed leg gently. "I want a taste of your warmth Annabelle. I want you to scream my name while you submit to me." • • • • • • • METALLIC Magazine is hosting their annual gala in the beautiful country of Portugal and Annabelle Lawrence couldn't be more excited, especially since she will be spending two weeks in the Da Silva's Palace, home of her close friend Noela. Though random sexual encounters were not in her agenda, she finds herself being seduced and distracted by Noela's charming uncle, Francisco. Their attraction is constantly denied by Annabelle who refuses to engage in any promiscuous acts from the fear that her relationship with Noela will be at risk. However, excessive indulgence isn't always a bad thing and sometimes our bodies crave the touch of illicit hands. *COMPLETED

*completed, but only a sample is available to read, DM for full version* Brooklyn was a train wreck when she stumbled into Father Mathias' confessional. The secretly Dominant priest saw something in the young woman and offered to train her and set her onto a better path through guidance and tender domination. Unexpected love flares up between them and soon, arms length distance training isn't enough; Father Mathias wants to own Brooklyn and Brooklyn wants to be owned by him. But a clandestine relationship isn't enough for her, not when Stephen, a young entrepreneur, comes into her life and shows her a different kind of romance. One without secrecy and rules. Warning: This contains mature language and sexual content. Suggested for 18+ audience.

Persephone Blythe. Every man's wildest dream and every woman's deepest fear. She was a seventeen year old scream queen, raised in champagne lavished limousines all her life, and receiving anything and everything handed to her on a silver platter. Now seph has her eye on another one of her mother's new play toys, and she plans on having him.

Daisy Clayton is an innocent and delicate eighteen-year-old college student who sadly lost both of her parents at a young age and was looked after her millionaire Uncle. He owns a big management company and is currently at a rival with another big company that is being controlled by Henry Reed who is thirty-two-years old. One day Mr. Reed paid a visit at the University of Seattle for a job presentation and laid eyes on Daisy, in the audience staring at his burning gaze...

an·dro·pho·bia | \ ˌan-drə-ˈfō-bē-ə noun : an abnormal dread of men : repugnance to the male sex Thea is the definition of sweetness. Whether it be stopping to talk to a homeless person in the streets or volunteering overtime at her local charity shop, she feels the need to give and not take. Although that comes with disadvantages of its own, the effects of a strange phobia of hers only make her life more difficult: her growing fear of men. And when she meets the most terrifying of them all, she is forced to ultimately confront her fear. In the form of a murderous member of the mafia by the name of Synn, that same uncontrollable terror that she experiences in the presence of a man only sparks an interest in him. But unbeknownst to Synn, a man who revels at the tremor of his enemies, he cannot figure out why her wide, teary eyes do not give him the same pleasure. Why does that same terror-stricken look on Thea's face only make his heart clench with pain instead of content? #1 in Hot #1 in Fear #1 in Scared #1 in Sweet #1 in Kind #3 in Cute #5 in Love Cover done by @kimtherespeopledying

"What would you like me to play; The violin or your pussy?" • • • He lived on the street. They called him a tramp. He slept with trash and found his meals in the garbage. Nobody knew who he was. Melody knew the moment she met him, something about him was off. Something about him was missing. Impassive and unpredictable, he always lurked around, his hulking figure a wandering question mark on the streets of New York. But give him a violin and watch him play...

*sequel of Mercy* After the tragic 'break-up' that has taken place between Athena and Vincenzo, she went to college to busy herself and distract her from the heartache he caused. It's now a year and a half later, and Athena has returned home for the holidays. She has matured in many ways and promised herself never to be naïve again, to never let someone in her heart that easily. She swore to never succumb to anyone - especially if that someone is named Vincenzo. But as soon as she lays her eyes back on Vincenzo, all that she has promised herself flies out of her mind. She starts doubting all her promises because she knows that she won't be able to resist his charms. And deep down she wonders if she really has moved on from him.

He practically dragged me through this long dark hallway and every time a tear slipped down my cheek I quickly wiped it away. I caught a few glimpses of other girls locked in cages and blood smeared here and there on the walls. What the hell was this place? "V-Vincenzo?" I whispered as we continued to walk down the hallway. "What." He said dryly. "W-Where are y-you taking me?" I said which caused him to stop dead in his tracks and he looked down at me. "Oh bambina, you've got a lot to learn." He said as he rubbed his thumbs my cheeks and before I knew it there was another cloth over my mouth and my eyes shut. The last thing I can remember is slowly falling into his arms. ****************** ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.