Arisa Hoffman is new to Jackheights, a private academy for the rich and elite. Her first day there and she's advised to avoid the rooftop. Consumed with curiosity, Arisa breaks the one rule she is given and meets the devil and his right hand man. Arisa soon learns that these boys have built a very notorious reputation for themselves. Everyone's afraid of them. No one dares to question or challenge them--faculty and students alike. When she pursues an investigation to find out why, her safety and heart are both compromised. This book contains mature themes and strong language: please be advised. ****This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.**** ~Please do not copy or plagiarize~ ENJOY!

A prophecy. A lie. A love to conquer centuries. *** Cassandra is a woman without a last name, a woman who has toiled through life just grazing the edge of survival. To her, the world is bleak and disappointing... That is until she realizes the part of the world she's seen is just a veil over the immortal one. And that her displacement has been founded and prophesied for centuries. She is a seer, a prophetess. Locked within her are the answers her tireless, blood-hungry predators search so longingly for. Her purpose is suddenly known. Like a flame to wick, everything around her ignites and burns, throwing her into the unknown, into an even tougher feat of survival. She must take shelter with a man, a stranger, someones who until this point in her life had been only mythical. Lost in Siberia, she will need to flee and disappear under his protection. There's only one problem. He's an immortal who thrives on blood. A vampire, a deserter from his species. And he's irresistible. *** Winner of The 2019 Fiction Awards: Best Paranormal*** -Book One of The Blood Lust Series- Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, past references to sexual assault/abuse, explicit violence, murder, gore, depression.

For hundreds of years, she's been running from me. Feared by all, the White Shadow was born seconds after the first vampire, Dracula, came to be. You think you know the story, but I assure you that it is dead wrong. The White Shadow is foretold to be the sworn enemy of the vampires... the only one that can kill me, their leader. My name is Reynold C. Dracula, and the White Shadow was once the love of my life. ************* Milestones: First Published: July 5, 2017 7/16/17 Brand new book and already ranked #583 in vampire 7/17/17 ranked #534 in vampire 7/18/17 ranked #448 in vampire 7/19/17 ranked #211 in vampire 7/21/17 ranked #198 in vampire 7/22/17 ranked #156 in vampire 7/23/17 ranked #152 in vampire 8/8/17 ranked #50 in vampire 8/14/17 ranked #36 in vampire 8/19/17 ranked #21 in vampire 9/11/17 ranked #19 in vampire 9/12/17 ranked #18 in vampire 6/19/18 ranked #3 in horror Credit to @meghslove as a comment on the cover

Noelle Hadley is a simple waitress at a high-end club, one that just so happens to be primarily haunted by the living dead. One night, when a group of her regulars shows up with a new member though, everything changes. Now she's on the run from vampire hunters, and the only safe place to turn is into the arms of the man she hates most.

Under a stormy winter sky, moonlight guides my steps as my paws crunch the forest floor. A strange sound breaks the silence. Picking up pace, I'm drawn to a hidden bundle beneath a holly bush. Inside, a baby looks up, tears halted by curiosity. Unsure of its origin, I shift to my human form, cradling it. Warm and content, the child babbles, eyes full of wonder. Shifting back, I carry the tiny bundle safely to my castle.

I sniffed the room and the most intoxicating smell hit my senses with full force, never had I smelled something this addicting, not even the most delicious food can top this scent, it was so addicting, it smelt of newly cut grass mixed with the smell of the woods, it was pure bliss. I moved towards the bed to see whose scent it belongs, I looked at him and my jaw almost dropped to the floor, he was gorgeous, beautiful, perfect, no words could describe this beauty in front of me, he had soft brown hair that makes my fingers twitch, aching for me to touch and run them through his hair, he had a perfect yet sharp jawline that can cut through anything. He looked so peaceful yet handsome at the same time as he slept. I smiled at him before that smile faded and turned into a frown, a hand was wrapped around his neck that makes me feel so stupid for not noticing it earlier, I almost whimpered at the sight before I put my hand on my mouth to stop me and my wolf from howling in pain and dejection, I felt like crying, I felt like I was falling from the tallest building, I felt like my heart was torn out from my chest and no matter what I do, I cannot do anything so stop the pain ♔️This is the first book of King Series♔️

Asmodeus is the powerful king of nine hells, with 72 legions of demons under his command. He is the prince of demons, the God of lust and is one of the seven princes of hell-considered the worst of all demons. He is a force that is feared... but when a human is found on the grounds of his castle, for the first time in forever, his world gets turned upside down.

Jade Wise has always loved being a care-free teenager. Sure, with no plans for the future and no motivation to find one, she's nothing like her perfect sister, but she's happy and to her that's what matters. But when she ends up in bed with a totally new face, her whole life turns around- especially when she finds out this handsome new stranger is not at all what she's thought him to be, and that he's running from his own dark secret. (Completed!) ~~Winner of The Lupine Awards: Holy Howlers~~

Arabelle's forced by her parents to get a vampire slave even though she detests having slaves. This is the adventures of having a vampire slave and falling in love with one. READ IT!!

He was poison. The kind that seeped into your veins and pumped with your blood. The moment he breathed the same air as you, you were infected. The kind that killed you slowly until the moment it decided it was your time and then it happened all at once. Every time, every time you could hand me the antidote and I would refuse it. Cause I secretly thrived to have his poison rushing through my body. If I was infected it meant he was close, meant he was there. How long could I survive this? How long would it take for him to kill me? After all, the moment we locked eyes I had one foot in the grave.