❛ 𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 ❜ ― 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Y/n tries to discover the origin of a mysterious love potion ¹⁴ᵗʰ ᵃᵘᵍᵘˢᵗ ²⁰²¹ ⁻ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉ ⁽ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ⁾ ᵗᵒᵗᵃˡ ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ˢᵒ ᶠᵃʳ ⁻ ¹⁸³²²

(18+) *Complete/Unedited* Nova Bara is a twenty-three year old mix breed. Between necromancy and vampirism, she belongs to no one but herself. At least, until someone shows up at her door asking for her help. (18+ for graphic sex, language, and violence) ***** Rankings: #1 Paranormal Romance - 03/21/2022 #1 Omega - 03/18/2022 #1 WerewolvesAndVampires - 01/05/2022 #1 Necromancer - 11/27/2021

FULL STORY ON PATREON- COMPLETED ******** A race of all-male warriors has descended upon Earth. The competition is fierce and claims upon women are permanent...unless you have a right. Ellie will fight tooth and nail to refuse the Varkari from what they deem theirs, but some are cut from a different cloth and know just how to get what they want. At what point is nature stronger than the force of will? ******** I met his eyes again, a fatal mistake, and drowned in the depths of blackness, electricity shooting down my bones, my knees bending slightly. I stared into the predator's pupils as he looked straight through every barrier I tried to put up and analyzed every response of my body. He took one heavy inhale, muscles rippling and expanding over his massive torso, and knew. He fucking knew everything. "By right of First Token, I claim this female as mine." ******** The full story is posted on Patreon with ongoing new chapters, POVs, and a sequel. Updates on Wattpad will be slow, if any. I don't love that Wattpad puts ads between my chapters without compensating (note: I cannot even read MY OWN stuff without having to watch them too). The sequel, Tournament is nearing completion. Does anyone know any good editors?

"What do you want?" Silas asked in a low voice. His blue eyes raked over my frame causing me to lose my breath momentarily. "You," I breathed, my eyes darting between the two men in front of me. "I want both of you." Aries smirked, a smug look on his face. "And who are we to stop you?" ⋙ Twenty three year old Natalia Maruo moves into a new apartment unaware that her two roommates are incubi fresh out of hell.

𝘛𝘞: +18 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘉𝘋𝘚𝘔 & 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭. George Weasley was, without doubt, one of the most charming boys Willow Áine had ever met. In just a couple of weeks after sharing one of their favourite subjects together, they find themselves having such a connection that guides them into a close friendship. However, Willow can't help but feel herself mesmerized by the Weasley boy. What a pity he has his eyes on someone else with who he doesn't even hold a chance... ☆ ☽︎ 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘖𝘊 ☽︎ 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵. ☽︎ 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 ☽︎ 1994 - 1996 + 𝘌𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 ☽︎ 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮/𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗪𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆. [ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞-𝐰𝐡𝐨-𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭-𝐧𝐨𝐭-𝐛𝐞-𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐉𝐊𝐑] ✵ 𝐗 𝐚 𝐧 𝐚.

Hate is what we both feel. Hate since the day we met. Hate since the moment we first saw each other. Hate since your father and my mother left us no choice but to be step-siblings. Hate for every minute we are forced to share. Though hate and love are separated by a thin line.