Deeply hurt by a lover's betrayal, Noah Hunter leaves a shattered life behind and moves to Spring Lakes to join his brother's pack. All he wants is a quiet place and some time to heal. Fate has other ideas. In the middle of the night, on a lonely stretch of road, Noah hits a dog. When he brings the injured animal to a veterinarian, he crosses paths with the singular, mysterious, and aggravatingly handsome Ambrose Thorne. When, after learning that Noah needs a place to stay, Ambrose invites him to his home, Noah thinks he may have found just the sort of peace and space he needs, and the last thing he expects is to become entangled in the heart of a mystery. While helping his brother Dane on a case involving a string of inexplicable thefts, Noah soon discovers that his new acquaintance is more than he seems and is inextricably tied to the strange burglaries. As the case becomes complicated by occult rituals, murder, and mythical beasts, Noah finds himself in more than one kind of danger - because while he doubts that anyone would want something so broken and torn, it seems like his heart might get stolen, too. He just hopes that the one who steals it and the thief at the heart of the mystery are not one and the same. ----- WARNINGS: This story contains strong language, some violence, and sex. ----- DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and in

In a world where those who are down on their luck can sell themselves to certain markets, Elliot finds himself tied up, being auctioned into a crowd of wealthy masked strangers, where two men find a particular liking to him.

"We aren't gonna touch you, we wanna see you breakdown like the needy slut you are." Raisha Beckett is a innocent flower. Jahmir and Jovanni Moretti want to make him fall apart. Petal by Petal. 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗼 @𝗯𝗶𝘀𝗵_𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿

A young girl of 17 years has spent her adolescence being passed around to different packs, isolated from her pack members, she has grown up alone, abused and experimented on. After 15 years she was finally called by the Werewolf Council to train at the elusive and hidden Citadel. There she was forced to study and train, a tool that the council could mold. But what if she was meant for something else? For someones else? She didn't know but soon her life would completely change thanks to her mates.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

Dallis is a fearless warrior, powered by rage and a need to avenge the death of her mother. In a quest to slay the demons that haunt her village and the single demon that killed her mother, Dallis finds herself partnering with the devil, herself, going on a mission to save her father, taking part in a adventure of self discovery that eventually reveals that she was madly in love with the devil.

Evelyn is a little who just turned 18. For her birthday she wants to go to the park but instead her best friend dresses her up and takes her to a club where she finds two handsome gentlemen intrigued by her. What will she do when they take her home and ask her to be their little? Read to find out! *WARNING mature content. Including cursing, sex, alcohol, kinks, drugs, and other things. You have been warned!*

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

TW: Social Anxiety, Sexual Assault, Domestic Abuse. After escaping from his abusive father, Mitchell Anderson has to keep a low profile in a new town in order to not get caught. But when he catches the eye of the most popular boy at school who seems hell-bent on making Mitchell his, Mitchell has to decide whether it's time for him to face love head on and fight for his happiness, or give in to his traumatic past that is certainly catching up. Ethan Knowles didn't think the new guy at school was the one to finally make him fall in love. It happened quicker than Ethan could even pause to take a breath. He would go to the ends of the world to make Mitchell his boyfriend, but when the boy's past catches up with them, Ethan is put between a rock and a hard place. Can these two overcome the challenges set before them or will they give up on their love?

Jude Barrow is a black belt in karate―fiery, temperamental, with a tendency to talk back . . . even to her kidnappers. After her mother is taken, Jude stumbles into the Underground, where the Mafia hide beneath New Orleans. She has no choice but to trust the girl with a dangerous smile and a mouth like sin. Hunter is the Mafia boss with a feared reputation and a ruthless plan―and Jude is determined to fight fire with fire. But when the world is burning, does it end in love . . . or ashes? "What would you like me to do to you, Jude?" Her voice is a breath, igniting fire in my bones. Our mouths are so close I can taste the heat between us. Kiss me. The thought is sudden. Unexpected. "Why are you here, Jude?" A slow caress of words. This is a game―a game of touch and sensation and risk. I want to kiss her. I want to close the distance between us and pull her down to me, to kiss her until my eyes roll back and I see stars. "When you're ready to tell the truth," she says, and there is a smile, a dark smile, "we can play this game. And I'll show you what I know about the art of fucking." HIGHEST RANKING #1 in lesbian #2 in lgbt #2 in lgbtq #6 in girls