Mature for adult content!! The world we live in is a beautiful, mysterious place. My home, my country, has been my world my entire life, living as the cursed princess of Iris is all I have ever know. Just as the only eyes I have known in the mirror were my own. And my hair was always white as snow. Iris has always been my home, its people my family. The kind smiles of villagers and the curious looks of children seeing me for the first time, the contrast of myself against the rest of my family in portraits. The whisper of the trees and the laughter of the flowers has always been what I lived by. "why are you so sad?" I rested my forehead on the cracked bark of the Soul Tree. My second home from the palace. The tallest tree in all the king's forest. Today it was deeply saddened, rumbling with a sort of bitter energy that leaks coldly into my bones. I wondered what it knew that I did not as I sat perched in its branches, it is not often that it's strong mass wavers. When it does it can only mean change is to come, nothing small. Something altering the kingdom itself. I sighed, my fingers brushing over its leathery leaves, it wouldn't be long until someone else noticed its unease, it will sicken the forest. By then it will be too late. ~~ Flora Duval, the cursed princess of Iris was always a quiet girl, working through her duties as princess and caring for the life in her country. Seeing beauty in the things most could not. Never has she expected an offer for marriage, not with her hair and her eyes the same pink of the Fenni flower. But then, she receives one. Less of a question for her hand and more of a demand, a demand caging her like a white rabbit in a deadly hunters trap. Trapped by the king of Taragon for her unusual features and the rumors of her life, Flora is stranded in a country she has never known, captured in cold castle walls without an ally in sight.

[ BOOK 1 OF AZITERA: YTHER'S QUEEN ] Consumed by avarice, the four human kingdoms-the Infernal Empire, the Kingdom of Caelum, the Kingdom of Treterra, and the Nayale Archipelago-betrayed their covenant with Yther of Azitera, the race blessed by deities, who protected humans for untold centuries. They slaughtered and defiled the beings that once protected them from storm, famine, poverty, and pestilence without mercy. Betrayed by the humans they protected, the Ytherians were enslaved. Their four queens were caged, chained, and imprisoned to serve as nutrients to the human kingdoms. The once prominent Ytherians were reduced to nothing but servants. As the four kingdoms of the human race prospered for many years since their betrayal, one news staggered them, causing them to tremble in fear and rally their armies to protect and defend their domain: Sollel-the Mistress of Flame, one of Yther's queens-had escaped her prison. Her flames will raze hell, ready to burn the souls of her betrayers. COMPLETED CECELIB | C.C. COVER: ASTRID JAYDEE

When Cecilia wakes up in a wattpad fantasy novel she's dumbstruck. Knowing the future of her character she tries to be on the good side of King Jasper and escape from death. But things change. She's stuck in the book with a story that is changing. While trying to escape death will she end up surviving? Will the story really change or will she be stuck with something more painful? -Like a broken heart. A combination of surviving, loving and not giving up. Second book: Re-writing the destiny ☆◇☆◇☆ DO NOT REPOST MY BOOK. IF I FIND IT ANYWHERE I SWEAR YOU'LL BE IN TROUBLE, IT'S MY FREAKING BOOK AND IT'LL BE PUBLISHED WHERE I WANT IT. IF YOU POST IT ELSEWHERE IM TAKING DOWN ALL MY BOOKS. DEAR PRETTY READERS PLEASE REPORT MY STORIES IF YOU FIND THEM ELSEWHERE OTHER THAN ON WATTPAD. THANK YOU:) ☆◇☆◇☆ This book contains mature content. Recommend for 18+. Completed on: July 23, 2021

{INCOMPLETE, UNDER REVISION} - Book 1 of The King's Prey Series. ***As I'm working through revisions for this book, the unrevised completed version is posted on my account for those who'd like to read on to book 2!*** Grown into a life of comfort by a corrupted kingdom, Princess Anastasia Fawn has never felt so out of place. While her neglective royal parents want an heir to the throne, she dreams of a life beyond the protective walls of her kingdom. But Mylithia holds secrets as ancient as its very foundation-and whatever creatures lie beyond those ominously tall walls have always been rumored as barbarous. The Ancient Woods isn't unfamiliar territory to Samuel Knight-the notorious Alpha of the Phantomridge warriors. But living amongst the beasts of the night comes with a price for the human kingdoms despite the Treaty that has kept their divided worlds tranquil for over a century. When one charity ball leads to the slaughtering of thousands of her people, Anastasia is forced to face the consequences of her parent's actions, learning they're not as honest and loyal to Mylithia as they seemed. A debt is to be paid to the savages-more specifically though, to their king. While he is feared by all-the image of the devil himself-she is the King's prey. ⚠️Mature content, reader discretion advised⚠️ Top Ratings: #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Bad #1 in Dark #1 in Dominance #2 in Love Hate #2 in Adult Romance #4 in Plot Twist #18 in Power #19 in Werewolf Word Count: { 115,000 }

[COMPLETED] ೋღ🌹ღೋ He stands roughly a few feet away from me, his body towering over my crouched one. I bring my legs up to my chest, pushing myself further into the wall as he kneels down towards me. He brings his nose to the crook of my neck, my face grimacing as I await for the pain. He breathes in, "hmmm, you smell so delicious." He coos, his breath fanning my neck, causing me to shiver In disgust. If only my brothers were here... "Wheres a delicacy like you been hiding this whole time?" His use of words has me on edge. His implementations imply that he's some sort of cannibal and judging from what he did to that other man I fear I may be right. I refuse to answer him, spitting in his face. My face bounces of the wall, the sting of his slap left behind on my cheek. I shake the pain away, placing a facade up to hide the fear within. You fucking bastard! I narrow my eyes at him, taking note of his features in case I miraculously survive this encounter. His hair is a dark auburn and his eyes that watch me with amusement are a dark blue. His attire was a black suit which seemed out of place considering he was standing in an alleyway. If I manage to escape I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars. Again if... His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours." ೋღ🌹ღೋ ⚠️ Warning!!! This book is extremely dark and has depictions of Mature language, violence, sexual activity, sexual and physical abuse, including rape. Rape is a serious crime often overlooked where the victim is made to believe it is their fault. I do not condone rape however, it's a reality. Please only read if your 18+ and with caution. This book will be updated weekly. Possibly sometime more or less depending on how busy I am.

She drew the attention of everyone with her beauty and charm. Although she was already one of his wives, the Emperor sought to keep her even closer. A one-shot of a man enchanted, and his willing prisoner. AN: After receiving feedback from some readers, I've decided to expand the stories. I hope you enjoy reading them! Each chapter can be read as a standalone one shot, so you can stop any time you wish, but I sincerely hope that you will like the stories enough to read all of them! Thank you Gadaffilicious for the amazingly beautiful cover! I've changed my username to purplebluedreams, so don't be surprised by the different name!

"Come here" he said motioning for me to step closer. I knew that I had to obey his every word. It was just that my body decided not to move. "I will not repeat this again. Come. Here. Now!" he commanded me this time. That's when my legs decided to wobble themselves towards my biggest nightmare. I stopped when I was about a feet away from where he was sitting. I had to keep my hands together to prevent them from shaking too much. To make things worse, there was only this dead silence that surrounded us. Then, before I could even prosses what was happening, he grabbed my hand and brought my wrist up to his lips. I whimpered, waiting for the pain to come. "You have every right to fear me. This is going to be painful." Without warning, I felt an excruciating pain all over my body. A sharp cry escaped my mouth as his fangs ripped through my tender skin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She A simple girl forcefully taken from her home and separated from her small family to serve the Royal Pure Bloods. Him The Dark Prince, the most powerful hybrid on earth. Known to the world as a monster, an abomination. A creature unable to control his powers and is trapped within his own darkness.

Liking someone can't always bring happiness. It also comes with pain and heartbreak.

Brianna lived her life behaving like royalty. Being the lady of a wealthy family she lived her life in luxury and was taught to follow etiquette at all times. Wishing to find real friends, who like her for her, she hides her wealth from her university peers. However, she seems to be hopeless with relationships as they just don't seem to go right for her, and she finds herself spending her 20th birthday alone. Blowing the candles on the cake she wishes to finally find people who would be there for her. Miserable and alone she thought of this wish. As the candles were blown strange light illuminated from below and she blacked out. As she woke up she found herself surrounded by men in robes. The one who summoned her laughed with mania in his voice telling her she was going to be sacrificed to the demon lord. "Demon lord's sacrifice? Me?" She thought in fear. On her 20th birthday, Brianna was summoned to another world and was made the sacrifice to the one feared the most. The demon lord Zelron. -------------- Highest ranks: 2# on demonlord 1# on anotheruniverse

[Chen Ju Fen] The chrysanthemum fragrant blooms at dawn. At the age of 22, she died by the hands of her so-called husband and at the feet of her 'sworn' sister. Dying regretfully for wasting her life on a man who had thrown her away so easily like an used tissue, she opens her eyes to the familiar sight of her bedroom at the age of 16; it was exactly one year before she married him. Now she makes a choice: follow with the original story or take another route. NOT A TRANSLATION: this is my own humble story. All rights reserved. Do not plagiarize. Cover picture belongs to me while other photos used throughout the chapters do not, and I don't claim them. They belong to their rightful owners. Viewer's discretion is advised. Story contains usage of strong language, violence, and heavy sexual contents. Read at your own risk! Highest Rankings reached: #1 Novel #1 Revenge #1 Short story #1 Mature