❝ I hate it. I hate not remembering. I want to. I want to remember what it was like to have something, someone! ❞ ❝ You do. You have me. ❞ Indigo has woken up on an abandoned road in the town of Beacon Hills, a place of misfit werewolves and other supernaturals. When Scott McCall offers his aid and friendship, Indigo is thrown into his world- and into the arms of his best friend, Stiles Stilinski. ALL RIGHTS GO TO TEEN WOLF. I ONLY OWN INDIGO, HER LINES, AND HER PLOT POINTS. ☒ #172 in Fanfiction

She's not broken, she's stronger than ever Daire Argent isn't like most teenage girls. As the daughter of Kate Argent, she has been raised to hunt werewolves and other supernatural creatures. But she isn't like most hunters either, after every kill Daire cuts into her flesh. One scar for every life she took. Because the werewolves aren't the monsters. She is. Abandoned by her mother who believes her daughter to be broken, Daire moves with her aunt and uncle to Beacon Hills. Where she makes some unlikely friendships and proves once and for all that she isn't broken. Just count her scars {Season 1} Finished and currently editing

❝𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀❞ In which an eighteen years old finds out that her new english teacher was the same man who gave her a mind blowing night during one of her trips -------------------------------- "you like it when i pound inside you?! when i wrap my cock around your mouth? when i have to bend my morals to be inside this tight little pussy? huh? tell me what you want Adalyn!" he growled, tightening the grip around my neck with his other hand bunching up my hair pulling it hardly. "you. i want you" MATURE CONTENT!

"I'll leave you burning for my touch. . ." In which a young woman is lured in Rome under the pretense of helping a scorned wife ensnare her cheating husband. [Full synopsis to be added] All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

FULL STORY NOW ON KINDLE UNLIMITED New Olympus: a secret haven where Greek mythology comes to life and mortals possess godly powers. Leila is the city's newest resident, gifted with the goddess Persephone's power. If she wants to keep her freedom she must abide by their laws- even if it means her end. Blake has been shunned by his classmate's for his powers, gifted by the god Hades. He's tired of fighting his dark side and Leila's arrival will test his control. The are other forces working towards their own end and in a city coursing with magic, love may not be enough to defy Fate. An ensemble contemporary fantasy retelling of Hades and Persephone, with many other myths at play. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #11 in #greekmythology (05/23/20) #1 in #hadesxpersephone (03/21/20) #1 in #persephonexhades (11/06/19) Contains dark themes.

{SAMPLE: Published on Amazon} Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died. When the Greek Gods and Goddesses were usurped from their home on Mt. Olympus, they crashed upon Earth and enslaved the human race. Children spend their existence inside prisons ran by ruthless Immortals, and upon their eighteenth birthday, they are thrown into an arena to be fought after. Once won, they are scarified with their name and short-lived identity in an unforgiving world, where there is an absence of hope for people with mortality coursing through their red veins. Servitude shackled humanity, but then a girl stood in the arena on the first summer solstice since she turned eighteen years old. A nameless girl, trembling behind the safety of her friend, landed in the Gods' worlds without knowing that she was going to be their unraveling. This wide-eyed slave, who bled two colors. One red like humans. One gold like the gods. Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died, but she's here to take it back. Final Book Cover commissioned by @Fantastical-Ink

"Unless you have your candy to offer there is nothing you can say or do that will allow you to stay here." MFM (A lot of smut) It was the beginning of a new era. But the end of time. Vampires were dying and werewolves were getting slaughtered. Packs were disappearing and clans were destroyed. The once immortal beings were running for their lives, protecting themselves and saving what was left of them. A curse was placed upon all of us. We were marked, by the dark creature that was soon coming to wipe us all away, one by one. The only shelter I could find after running for months was in a small town in the north where the dark creature never intended on coming as the sun never left. But to my bad luck, the town was ruled by two merciless and heartless brothers who called repeatedly claimed themselves as Alphas. 18+ only. Explicit scenes included.

I'm your typical twenty-two year old girl. I work your typical job, making a killing off of literally killing people. I live the average life, my PTSD and mild OCD completely controlling me. I grew up with a loving family, my father running a black market child ring and my mother six feet underground. And I have a great support system, living alone and the only person I talk to being a ghost. So yeah. Nothing weird here. Completely Normal. And then some random guys come in and completely mess up my normal life. How rude of them? Good thing they're all hot. ~~~~~~ Warning: This story contains descriptions of violence, trauma and abuse. May be triggering to some. There's also lots of cursing and dark humor. Oh and maybe a few steamy scenes. Read at your own risk. This is a reverse harem romance.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."