He roughly pushed me against the wall and looked me straight in my eyes as I winced at the pain that shot through my back. This guy has a bad habit of pushing me against the wall. "Do you have any idea who I am, Sweetheart?" He said slowly, in a dark husky voice. "No, and I don't give two shits about it either." I snapped, not breaking eye contact. He smirked. "You're very..." He paused, thinking of a word, with the same smirk on his lips. "I'm what?" I dared, expecting him to come up with an insult or some type of comeback so I can wipe that smirk right off his face. "...Unique." He paused again, inching his face closer. But I stopped him before he could continue. "Save it, and let that thought rot in the back of your head because I never want to hear it, or anything else out of your mouth again." I deadpanned, crossing my arms. Now it was my turn to smirk. I inched my face closer to his so that we were only centimeters apart. "I'm nothing like these other girls and I will not take any bullshit from you or anybody else." I pointed my finger straight at his chest. "You want to know why?" I whispered seductively as I trailed my finger up his chest and tugged his collar, standing on my tip toes so that I could reach his ear. "Because you simply have no effect on me." -------------------------- Amelia Johnson isn't that usual type of cliché high school girl. She stays to herself, does things a parent wouldn't be proud of, and doesn't have many friends, but only because she chooses not to. With her father in and out of jail, she is able to do what she wants, and that's exactly what she does. But this time, her father is going to prison and he wont be back for a while. She is immediately forced to live with her gradma up state. She doesn't want to do nothing but finish the rest of the school year and have a good summer, but a certain someone makes that very difficult for her.

"You have no idea of what he truly is. That boys promise of eternal youth is not paradise, it's torture." | ➴ | Emily Walker is a seventeen-year-old orphan. Her life couldn't possibly get any worse, but that all changes when a shadow takes her away from the world she once knew. What was thought to be a safe haven had become the beginning of something unimaginable once she met a pair of devilish green eyes that belonged to the boy by the name of Peter Pan.

"She's hot." "Yeah, I know. I'm kinda jealous..." "I'm gonna ask her out." "Are you crazy? You're asking for a death wish." "What's so wrong with me asking her out?" "Everything! You just can't." "Why!?" "Because she belongs to the king." - Mia White was just an ordinary girl that walked the face of earth. She was who people looked up to. She had good grades, was the kindest person you'd ever meet, and was breathtakingly beautiful. Everyone in ClearHills Academy loved her. But, there were also some who feared and despised her. Some people hated Mia because she was known as 'little miss perfect' and because she was claimed by the one who practically owned everything. Besides her best friend, Sarah, not many people approached her. Most people feared that if they were to do something wrong, it would anger him. And that was the last thing people wanted. Ace King was someone not to mess with. His father owns a powerful company that he would soon take over. He was what parents told their kids not become. He was the bad boy of ClearHills Academy. Ever since Ace first laid eyes on her as kids, she was what he wanted most. Mia was the only person who he'd drop on his knees and bow down to, she was the only person he cared not to be feared by. She was the only who could tame him. - "What is it dear? Do you want something else?" his mother asked, looking down to see his attention focused on something. Or rather, someone. "Her," he said, pointing at a girl, sitting on a small wooden stool with a book in her hands. "I want her." - ❝Everyone knows she belongs to him.❞ - WARNING [ contains mature language ] Highest Ranking #1 - 01/27/18 | Billionaire #1 - 02/01/18 | Romance STARTED on November 7, 2017

"You have two options. You can suffer through the fires of our passion with clenched teeth, writhing in agony, or you could become one with the flames, dancing in the night skies, burning through everything in your incendiary path, indestructible, immortal from our love, leaving in your wake ashes and smoke in the annihilation of your creation." ... I have lived for centuries, yet I've never felt this chaotic feeling run through my veins before. This burning across my skin like fire and the scorching in my lungs, making me unable to breathe when she is close, and yet also when she is far away. I've never felt this perverse pleasure when her eyes fell on my lips, when a pleased sigh escaped her mouth underneath my quivering touch. I've never felt this need to be with someone as I did with her, the burning ache inside me when she was gone, clamoring me to be by her side. And I've never felt this fear before, this twisting, gut wrenching feeling of disquiet that lurked day and night in the back of my mind, slowly eating away at my sanity, pouncing upon me whenever I had the misfortune to think about her. Is that what love is? Or is it just the feeling of one psychopath falling for another? Highest ranking : #1 in Neverland

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

"You're the only thing that I have ever truly loved," he states, leaning in closer. I try to scoot away, but he corners me on the bed, placing his body over mine. "Get off me!" I exclaim, angrily. "I'm not who you think I am. That can't be possible." His face comes closer to mine as he pins my wrists to the bed. "It is possible. I loved you for three, short, human years, and then you left me. Now that I have you back, though, I will never let that happen again." ***** Salem's earliest memories were of her parents preforming odd rituals. She never really understood anything they said in them, but she would always sit in the middle of the big, circled, star and giggle. At age 10, both of her parents died. She was thrown into foster care. Without them around to explain to her exactly what the rituals meant, Salem was never told that she was a sacrifice to a demon king in exchange for all the money they could ever ask for. On her 20th birthday, at the stroke of midnight, the demon king finally comes for her. She is completely unaware of the situation, and she begins to try her best at resisting his advances, but he is very possessive, very persuasive, and very determined to claim what is rightfully his.

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.

Dirty Lying Faeries is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Original Edition and Books Edition upon purchase. ***** With a kiss of her hand, Thea is transported into the faerie world. Now she's trapped in the faerie court, with fate drawing her to Devin and into danger. ***** When recent grad Thea gets dragged to a black tie gala at an art gallery, she didn't expect to meet the handsome Devin. With a brief glimpse at some art and a kiss to her hand, Thea is unknowingly pulled into the world of the fae. She never believed in faeries, until she started seeing them for herself. With strange creatures visible on the street and fangs and colors flashing in the shadows, Thea has to accept the truth: Faeries are real and she is a part of their world. Will a blossoming romance keep her afloat in a world of magic, or will she be drawn into the darkness by threats she's only beginning to understand? For better or worse, the newest changeling has arrived. (This story is a standalone title set in the Dirty Lying Creatures universe.) [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

Damien Stryker is a ruthless billionaire, but when Serena Mclane is forced to marry him, she hopes to find the mercy behind his cold eyes and strong hands. ****** Damien Stryker, a domineering billionaire, is someone you don't want to get close to. Unfortunately for Serena Mclane, she doesn't have much of a choice. Always at the mercy of her family's name and legacy, Serena has to do as her father says. So when her father forces her into an arranged marriage with the one and only Damien Stryker: the truth comes out. Secrets are unveiled, and love starts to bloom. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]