(Male Perspective) (palette cleanser since my more recent stories have been fairly dark. Finally, if any of the information used to describe aspects of her culture is incorrect, please correct me) After being dropped with the bomb of his parents welcoming a host child, Koda becomes acquainted with his new roommate. A beautiful girl named Adaeze who, no matter where she goes, has all eyes on her and makes jaws drop to the floor. Koda is not immune to this either. After just getting out of a bad relationship, he's a bit on the fence, but can't seem to pull himself away from the new girl in town. (Warning: story contains harsh language and smutt scenes)

(Previously known as Little Red Riding Hood) "I wish I could say I was doing good in the world. Ridding it of its waste and evil. But really, I'm no better than those I kill. I liked killing. I liked holding life in my hands. I liked proving I was no longer the weak little girl who wasn't able to save her mother. It's addicting. See the truth is, I spent most of my life terrified. Terrified that he'll come back. Terrified not of tomorrow, but that the past may repeat itself tomorrow. And to know I hold so much power is the most addicting feeling ever. Perhaps Fenris was right in that I had been shutting down. Or perhaps I was finally realizing I was no longer a powerless child. Either way, I shall blame the male for my death. He had distracted me. His bare chest and playful grin had been on my mind when I crept into the house. It had me overlooking the corners and shadows. He got me killed." It is hard to have a heart when you have taken so many others. I was raised to be a killer and I enjoyed it. However, these males stand to destroy everything I thought I was. I can't tell if they're my punishment or gift. After all, I still am a poor little girl waiting for her happy ending. ~~~ Warning: this story will contain mature content. Violence, language, adult situations, abuse, and other disturbing content are in this story. Viewer discretion is advised. This is a Reverse Harem Romance.

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?

"So what is it?"he asks in a seductive tone as he circles around my shaking frame. "What is it you desire?"it feels as though his lips are right against my ear. "I..i-i.."I mutter. He chuckles ominously. "What's wrong darling? Didn't think it through? Haven't thought about what your immortal soul is worth?"I feel his hands come to my waist, and I jump as he pulls me closer to him. He takes a deep sniff of my neck, before letting his long, forked, black tongue come out to lick my neck, before gently biting on it. I whimper and he chuckles again. "A pure, innocent, god fearing woman like yourself? Such a soul could be worth.. anything.." ...... What do you think your soul is worth? What would you do to find out? Follow the extremely steamy story of Alice Cortez, a pastors daughter, an innocent in the eyes of god. A daughter that makes her father proud with each day that passes. But, as a teen, of course she gets bored of this life. And now that she's come if age, she attempts to leave the church. This of course infuriates her father, which causes her to rebel in a way she knows her father would hate. Devil worship.

[COMPLETE] "But there's still so much to learn about this body of yours, dear." He licks his lips as his eyes rake over my form. "You see, I'm curious about how much your body trembles when it's teased to the point of begging for even the slightest bit of relief..." My mouth has been agape this whole time and I finally close it to gulp. My eyes are wide and my body is on fire as I feel his hand make its way back up to my now exposed torso and he teases the underlining of my bra. "... And I wonder," he continues. "How loud you can get when you're finally relieved of that pent up desire and hit with wave... after wave... after wave of pleasure." He kisses each cheek and my forehead to punctuate each point. "It's a sound I imagine is even more intoxicating than those small whimpers you make whenever I touch you here." *** Naomi Monroe is a rising young journalist in Atlanta who decided to give up on any chances of finding love at an early age and instead focused on her career. The decision paid off as she was able to hit the ground running in her career when she graduated college and quickly moved up at an online magazine covering startups, technology, and pop culture. Sebastien Laurent is a venture capitalist who has an untraditional approach to handling his wealth and a disdain for many of those who'd be considered his peers. While he's encountered a number of women in his life, the idea of romantic love seemed to be elusive... That was, until he was interviewed one day by Naomi Monroe. *** Strong language/mature themes! Must be 18+ to read. ***

In the otherworldly night, a velvety shadow is cast across the realms. In those dark spaces, these stories are told. Meet Ronnie. She isn't your typical exotic dancer. A young otherworldly being living on the fringes of the human realm, passing as just a part fae empath. She is set on getting her life back on track but she can have some fun first, right? Her impulsive and instant gratification seeking personality hasn't always served her well but she will need to rely on it and her wiles to survive all that fate is about to throw her way. On the cusp of resetting her life, she meets two shifters, each other's fated mate, who claim she is theirs too. The two mens previously unembraced matebond is ignited when Ronnie enters their lives - a stale existence that was far from living. For Brock, he must balance the call of duty and his desire for his mates. Brand's hope is reawakened, the possibility of a connection he had given up on just within his reach. Believing she cannot have a mate, Ronnie still decides to explore her attraction to the two men, being honest with her feelings if nothing else. Ronnie's lies of omission quickly snowball. Bottling up her fear of the repercussions of her actions she blindly follows her heart to be with the two men, but events beyond her control will draw her back to a man she hoped to never see again. ~*~ Copyright © 2024 Eve Bell. All rights reserved. Any attempts to steal my work will be met with legal action. Mature content. Contains detailed sex scenes, including same sex and polyamory relations. As a work of fiction, nothing contained herein should be used as a guide - the author and publisher will not be responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from the use contained within. Some chapters contain reference or flashbacks to scenes of assault and self harm - this is in no way condoning or promoting such acts and best endeavours will be made to note impacted chapters with a warning where this is present.

"You love the way I touch you, don't you, kitten? You can't hide it. Tell me to stop, and I will do that immediately?" I couldn't say anything; I was a complete wreck of nerves. He inched his face closer, and I arched my back so that it pushed my chest towards him. I couldn't control myself. I just wanted him to touch me. Needed him to touch me. "Do you still think that this is a mistake?" He asked, his lips curved in a teasing smirk. However, I was far too gone to argue. "I'm not going to touch you until you beg me." He stepped even closer. "Now, kitten, do you still think that this is a mistake?" *** *** *** **** In one single day, my entire life is turned upside down when Dad is brought back to the pack, lifeless and dead in every way. However, the last thing I would have expected was my mother to show up on our doorstep after thirteen years to take me in. Or maybe not, because nothing else can beat the insane attraction that I feel to this man. This man walking down the stairs and looking every bit like some Greek god of seduction. "Olivia, my husband, André." Wait... He's my stepfather?

I ran. I ran as fast as I could and entered the first shithole I could find. I was delirious and tired, but I was free. I walked in taking no notice of anyone or anything, threw myself into the corner booth and as soon as I made contact with the chair I knew i wouldn't be awake for very long. Unfortunately i woke up to a not so gentle shake on my arm. Barely opening my eyes, all I could see were the five towering bodies all watching my tired body take up the whole seat. I forced a "what" out of my dry mouth and sat up, only when I opened my eyes did I take into account my surroundings. God help me.

The cold barrel presses sharply into my temple. "Go on," I goad. "Isn't this what you do to the people who piss you off?" His gaze hardens. His hand on my hip flexes involuntarily. His other hand flicks the safety back on, his eyes never leaving mine. "I shoot bad guys." "What do you do to bad girls?" He gaze flicks to my mouth. He drags the gun down my face, over my cheek, until it rests against my lips. "Suck." **** It was supposed to be just a careless one night stand. But after witnessing that one night stand commit murder, things get a little more complicated.

Mila's life is turned upside down when she and her mother finally have the opportunity to get out of the country, away from her father Darryn's abuse. However, Sorrento, Italy, isn't all that it seems, and neither are the three Veneto brothers that come crashing into Mila's life. There's something dangerous going on here. Something a girl like Mila should keep her nose out of, but she just can't seem to stay away from the allurement of the Veneto brothers. The real question is, can she choose just one of them... ------------------------------------------------------------------