On an alien planet where callous, menacing soldiers rely on sex to fuel their battle rage, one human servant is about to bring their fearsome General to his knees. With her memory scattered, Joan doesn't recall how she arrived at Zolan. She just knows that, as the sole human in her military camp, there are life-or-death rules she must follow as a servant: keep your head down, tend to your duties, and whatever you do, never look the Masters in the eye. One fateful day, she unexpectedly runs into The General and breaks the single most important rule: she meets his icy gaze. There, she finds something that forever changes her quiet servant life: fascination. Now, Joan has a choice: resist the General's advances and continue her life of desperate survival, or submit to their intense attraction and allow him to claim her as his. As war hangs in the balance and enemies surround her, one human woman has the chance to upend an entire alien civilization and make her own destiny. It's hers to take, if she dares... *** Zolan Series Book #1 of 5

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

Princess Arya was forced to marry the winner of the tournament her father had held to stop the war. King Kohl was the strongest among all alphas and she despised the fact that the barbarian had won her hand and future title. She hated him and and his kingdom, Geara. King Kohl didn't care about it. He didn't need the omega's love! He didn't need it at all...or did he? 18+ Contains violence, very explicit sex scenes, gore, death, mentions and flashbacks of child abuse, and swearing. This is an omegaverse AU, not a werewolf AU. Slightly inspired by GoT and Helen of Troy. Adaption of my other story: An omega's love. #1 Omega - 2 may '21 #1 Omegaverse - 5 may '21 #2 Alpha - 10 May '21 #2 historical - 21 June '21 #1 adult - 6 July '21 #2 King 17 July '21 #1 kingdom August '21

"You are mine!" He roars. "I will do whatever it takes to make you know that. Whether it means I lock you up in a prison and throw away the key." Footsteps come rushing into the dining room, and I turn to see multiple men--guards I suppose, flanking one another. Each of their hands rest on things within their jackets. Which i can only guess are guns. What else would they be? He waves them off and stalks towards me, standing behind my chair. I try to turn my head to look behind me, at him, but his hands move to the sides of my face, stopping me. "I can give you the world Mia. I am no fool. I know that love takes time, and I will give you as much as it takes. But you are mine." He says so calmly. -------------------------- When Mia Jones, a College student from Australia with a mysterious past is offered the opportunity to work as a translator for a man she had never heard of in New York City, she had assumed it would be a normal job, little did she know it would be the end of her freedom. Matteo Giovanni is the most feared Mafia leader in New York, and the whole country, heir to the Italian Mafia, he is used to getting what he wants. And when he sees Mia walk into his office for a job interview, he knows he wants her. She is his light, and he is her darkness. Will Mia ever be able to escape Matteo and the Mafia, or will she fall in love before she can stop herself? WARNING: Within this story there is coarse language, themes and violence. ______________________ #1 in Romance 29/10/2020 ----------------------------------- Began: 21/08/2020 Completed: 13/01/2021

When 19-year-old Nathalia witnesses a murder she becomes the key witness in a huge case against several high-ranking mob members, which means she must go into the witness protection program. To protect her she gets assigned a bodyguard, the mysterious but handsome Darius. He's cold and distant, but she can't help but feel like there's more to him than meets the eye. The question is: will he allow her to get close enough to find out what it is? Previously known as 'My Bodyguard And I' and in editing. Reached #2 in New Adult Reached #3 in Teen Fiction Reached #4 in Romance

After years of insults and backstabbing from her best friend, Faith, Hailey's got a wicked plan for revenge - and it involves Faith's devastatingly attractive father, Jason... ♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥ Thank you so much for your interest in my story! If you enjoy what you read here, please consider checking out my other projects, "The Fling," "No Strings Attached," and "His Hidden Desire"!

Years ago I had my revenge, and reclaimed my kingdom from the Usurper who murdered my father. Edeva Delsor, his only daughter, managed to escape me. When she is found nearly twelve years later, I agree to marry her rather than execute her. But the moment our eyes meet on our wedding day, I realize I want her more than anything else, even my own crown. I must tread lightly though. She isn't like me. She is kind, gentle, merciful and giving. I am cruel and dangerous, especially with my dark powers, and the demon in my head who wants her as much as I do. But we will fight to protect her from those who seek to bring her harm. I will use dark magic if I must. She is mine. She is ours.

A cold king. An arranged marriage. A secret she must take to the grave. ----- Renna is a Lady's Shadow - a lookalike for the noble Lady Emmeline. Whenever a situation arises that is too dangerous for Her Ladyship, Renna is there to take her place. But when Emmeline's greedy father betroths her to TWO distinguished bachelors, Renna finds herself shipped off to the icy Northern kingdom of Drimor. It is a land as cold and cruel as her soon-to-be husband - the King.

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

Elnora Watton stumbles into an elite pub; one where powerful men participate in a secret auction off. When the gorgeous Mason Dimitri joined her at her table, Elnora believed him to be her blind date. But little did she know that he'd won the auction that night and his prize was the woman on Table Eleven.