It started with a proposition. Eight words; "I want to make love to your wife." They are eight words I will never forget, because with those words I found my addiction. [WARNING:The story your about to read is intended for readers 18+ due to it's sexual content. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion] Open to read a brief synopsis

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

He smirks. "Fine." And with that said, he shoves the detention slip down his pants, never breaking eye contact with me. Then he gives me a grin and even decides to tap his crotch. "Come and get it." (ROMANCE/HUMOR! Promise its worth the read.) WARNING: A LOT OF SWEARING [CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN. READ CHAPTER 12 FOR MORE INFO]

A shudder escapes me as he breathes into my neck. If he wasn't the Deimos I knew, he was obviously his beast. "I am going to mark you." The beast growled, nibbling at the soft flesh of my neck. I trashed in his arms, "No, stop! I won't forgive you, I'll hate you!" I snarled, twisting and turning my body. The beast, known as Deimos' wolf, growls. "Stop!" I pleaded, my screams of echoing in the empty forest. He suddenly sinks his canines into my bare neck, I released a deathly yelp, before falling into a sleepless slumber. Hopefully this was just a nightmare, and I'd soon awaken. [Highest Rank: #12] [Created: March 14, 2015] [Ended: Around August 28, 2015] ***WARNING*** Crappy grammar, and confusing storyline. You have been warned... I wrote this story so many years ago, this was my very first story. I was really young when I wrote this, so I am sorry if there is ignorant or stupid things in this book. A head's up, it's not gonna be good... So please be a bit merciful with your insults. If you are a stickler for a good plot and grammar, please skip this book, it will probably just waste your time. If you want to read a tad bit more polished work, check out my current novel that I am writing, "Not His." Have fun reading!

A 17 year old teenager named Vanessa falls for a guy who is not only the most attractive guy that her town has seen, but he is also her sister's boyfriend! Vanessa tries to ignore her feelings for the gorgeous guy named Will but things start to get complicated as Vanessa spots a serious flaw in her sister's and Will's relationship.

He's always around , kind , caring and funny . Nicole admits she has a crush on him but of course won't tell him . Chris is dating Maddie , Nicole's older sister . One night when they are alone will things just be normal , or will someone make a move ?

Ever wonder what would happen if you fall inlove with your sister's boyfriend well...it happened to Samantha. Samantha Lee or Samie you can call, is a 19 year old teenager looking for a new University for the upcoming year, while in the summer, her 24 year old sister Sasha introduces her new boyfriend Nate James, to her, tables turn when Samie and Nate starts to have encountered feelings for each other. This story contains a lot of bad grammar and spelling errors *

Sequel to Cliché. In which two familiar people never really want whatever relationship they have left to end. And the other younger two don't know how to start.

His body molds into mine perfectly from behind as he grasps my waist with cold hands. "Didn't I tell you who you belonged to?" His husky, dark voice flows through my ears as his hands travel slowly to my hips, leaving a trail of heat along the way. "I belong to no one." My tone wavers unsteadily, and I curse him for having control over me. He chuckles, a lovely sound coming from deep within his chest. Suddenly, our chests are flush against each other with his hand buried in my hair. "Oh, but you do. And intend to show you that." He whispers possessively, his lips crushing mine. ~~ The second book is out now! The Queen of Darkness. Check it out!

MATURE BOOK! MEANING MATURE THEMES, TOPICS SUCH AS SA, S*ICIDE, ETC... If ur definition of mature was just smut this book doesn't have it-BUT BEFORE U RUN AWAY!! The second book of this series does! - THIS IS A WEREWOLF BOOK WHERE ARE YALL GETTING MAFIA FROM????? "No." I stated. "They don't exist." His emerald eyes pierced into my soul, they seemed to be dissecting me. He had his arms wrapped around my waist, each passing second his grip was getting tighter and tighter. He started to lean in, closing the gap between us. His eyes never hesitating from my lips. He inched closer and closer until I could feel his minty breath now fanning out on my face. He licked his lips before looking into my own eyes again, and with a smirk he swooped his head down. I prepared for the kiss but it never came, he came in and swiped his head to the side. Rubbing his cheek with my own, the soft stubble scratching my skin and sending shockwaves down my spine as he moved to my ear. "You claim you don't believe in soulmates but, you so clearly feel the pull." #1 in love 12/5/2018 #1 in human 12/28/2018 #1 in comedy 1/17/2019 #1 in young adult 4/8/2019 #1 in cold 4/16/2019