"Get the fuck out of my house!" my dad shouted. "Gladly. But, before I go, I have just one thing to say; you've never been a good father. You've always treated Poppy and her mother like absolute shit." "You know nothing about being a father, you little prick!" "Yeah? Well, your innocent little girl calls me daddy when I fuck her from behind, so that's close enough for me," Knox spat before hauling me out of my seat and leaving. *** Ever since Poppy Nicole was little, she's been a shy girl with a heart of pure gold. Her innocence is glaringly obvious and she has nothing but the best intentions for everyone on her mind. Everyone has always loved the sweet-minded girl. Knox Carmichael is Charleston, South Carolina's resident bad boy and infamous hell-raiser. He's been on a first-name basis with law enforcement since the young age of ten-years-old. Before his parents became fed up and sent him away to military school when he was fourteen, one of Knox's favorite pass times was taunting his one and only Poppy. Poppy's life was going great. Fantastic even. She was accepted into the local university aside her best friend - and Knox's little sister - Kiara and she couldn't wait to get a start on her nursing studies. But then life takes a turn for the worst as the devil himself shows up unannounced to their dorm just as the girls are unpacking their belongings. Poppy hopes that Knox has grown up and put an end to his torturous ways. If only she knew just how wrong she actually was. If only she knew he was back for one thing, and one thing only. To take what is, and always has been, rightfully his; Poppy. COPYRIGHT AuthorrUnknown ALL RIGHTS RESERVED **STORY WILL CONTAIN STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL THEMES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK** Hit 1 Million on 11/25/16, Highest Ranking: #1 in Drama Cover by Loutka

| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

Noel needs money for her family. Josh wants a kid. Both wishes may come true... Hopefully **** "I want to have your baby"I spoke "Excuse me?"He questions "I meant...I want to be your surrogate"I said showing him my phone with his profile on the site "Oh...You look a little young"He states "I'm 20...Listen, I need money and you need a baby. Its a win win"I smile ***** Read for more!!!! WARNING: BOOK IS MATURE!

*Mature Content* "You're mine," he growls, his grip on me tightening. "And I always get what I want." +++ One day, the Immortal Sin named Cian admitted himself into a mental care facility. Six years before Amolet started working there. With hope to finally have independence, Amolet took the job without thinking much of it. That is until she meets the self-admitted patient, with unspeakable powers, shrouded in darkness and mystery. When he refuses to speak to her, her curiosity only peaks, her desire to get to know this sinfully perfect man too hard to walk away from. But the deeper she digs, the more of his past she discovers, piecing together a sinister reality. But it's a reality she can't escape from, as she's tied to him in ways she couldn't have ever predicted.

"I want you." he said voicing his thoughts. She looked at him innocently. "I'm here." she answered confused. Her innocence only fueled his desire. He took threatening steps to her as she stepped backed until her back hit the wall. With him so close to her she felt his heat and minty breathe on her face. She saw his grey eyes darkened when she bit her lips nervously. "Don't do that, you're making it much harder for me." he voiced huskily from trying to hold to his restraint. "Don't do what?" she asked, her voice trembling from his nearness. With that statement his control snapped, before she knew his intentions his lips meet hers. Since she was born, Iris has never been outside her house because of the warnings her deranged mother told her about dark shadows and silent whispering among monsters. Not until her mother died. Ace was dark, cold, dangerous and everything people feared until he collided with an angel who melts his cold stone heart with her innocent green eyes and decided to take her and keep her for himself.

Hate was deeply buried into his eyes-- and you know what Nyx did? Out of all the options she has? The options of walking away. To hitting him back. To fighting or yelling or make a scene or arguing over this pitiful arrangement. To just let him win. To give up. Well, it wasn't any of those. No, she took a step closer, looked him right in the eye and winked. "Oh," She said. "You can do better than that." *** There are some heartbreaks in life that are a universal pain. Like the inevitable chance that you'll fall and rip the skin off your knees open, rejection, your first breakup, friends growing apart, siblings moving away, losing a loved one, your first fight. Nyx Red was a shattered soul with a good heart; and no one warned her about a whole other kind of heartbreak. One she couldn't have prevented but should've seen coming. Because of a traumatic event that happened when she was sixteen, Nyx believes that her life is meaningless, that nothing could save her. Besides her infamous reputation, Nyx is called and seen as the ghost girl. She feels all alone most days. She feels like the weight of her life is a bomb that's going off too slowly. But then her town's own personal Devil with a reputation worse than her father's him accompany him is determined to prove her wrong. Damien D'Silvetta has a messed up life. From horrible things at a young age, to a missing best friend, to dealing with bullies at his school his list of problems just keeps growing. And, newly added, one Nyx Red is at the top of that list. Stuck together by a stupid arrangement set up by the principal? Annoyingly, yes. Seeing each other every day after school? Unfortunately. Frustrating the other? Always. Fighting and flirting? There's not a difference. Name-calling? Too much. Growing feeling for the other? With horror. Falling in love? Even worse. *** This is the old version! New one is up as of 3/31/24 and will be updated on Sundays

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)

When powerful witch Marithyda Skyelorn becomes a participant of the Royal Exposition, the last thing she expects is to fall in love with the Prince--or to be the cause of his death. ***** Every year, the kingdom of Karvoth hosts the Royal Exposition: a corrupt carnival where a race of citizens who possess powerful magic, known as the Touched, are exploited for the enjoyment of nobles. But when Marithyda Skyelorn's grand performance ends in tragedy and pits her against the deranged King, she must make the impossible choice between remaining in exile and participating again in the dangerous competition that ruined her life--to end it once and for all. (Book One of the Skyelorn Chronicles trilogy) [[2020 Watty's winner, Fantasy]] Content and/or Trigger Warning: Some scenes contain violence that may upset sensitive readers [[Word Count: 50,000-60,000]]