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Mira, a college Sophomore, interrupts a deal with the Devil. After the demon corners her, she is sure he's going to kill her. But, luckily for her, he is too fascinated with her soul to end her life. Or perhaps she's not so lucky after all. His fixation with her has cost her everything. With help from new friends, she will stop at nothing to reclaim her life. But what will happen when she has to face her undeniable attraction to the evil, albeit stunning individual who put her in this situation? And how much time does she have to save her soul before their attraction to one another becomes something far more sinister?

Natalie needed the money for her deathly sick sister and they had it ready... all she had to do what give up her blood. Easy transition in a Blood Drive but not when your bloodline is unique. It caused her to fall straight into the hands of Orlando Azrail himself.

In a story of healing, love and family, follow the stories of three sisters Rosalie, Alyssa and Honey as they seek to knit the wounds of their souls through finding love. "I believe intentions are as important as actions, " Rosalie whispered. Where was she going with this, she hadn't quite planned. The air around the two strangers stilled, somehow although not consciously they had both inched closer. Their hands intertwined seemed to represent a lot more. "I guess, I should still find a way to thank you for your intentions," Rosalie murmured intimately. This was riske, instinctual but still riske. "No need " Blake hushed back, her other hand moved to cover their hands and trailed to his wrist, perhaps more for her own balance or perhaps to ground her in what she was about to do next. Whatever, it was, whether it was the way Blake scanned Rosalie as though she was the breaking of dawn in autumn, or the rush of energy surging from her near-death experience, or the fact that his hand provided a warmth that was both corporal and... spiritual. Rosalie stepped close, brushing her lips softly against his. It was soft, restrained. Rosalie's mind rolled with waves of sensations. She moved her hands up to his neck and pushed harder against his mouth, savouring his taste of something like berries and mint. Although shock rolled through his body, Blake soon felt that Rosalie was no novice in kissing. The gentleness was replaced by a daring dart of the tongue before she pulled away, taking his oxygen with her.

The only thing in Amanda's future is death. Granted, this is the ultimate fate for every living creature, but Amanda's death is planned. Her parents are giving her up as a sacrifice to atone for the past. They have done everything in their power to isolate her. Now, they must hand her over to Adahy Clayton, the man - or rather beast - they originally struck a deal with. What would you do if you found out that everything you've been told was a lie? Even your name.

"Tóso ómorfi," someone almost growled behind me. My heart jolted with shock in my chest as I shrieked and whirled around. An imposing man stood before me, his almost-black eyes full of desire. The sleek tuxedo he was wearing fitted the broad expanse of his torso like a second skin. His sun kissed complexion was without flaw and a shadow crept across the shape of his clean shaven jawline. I could smell the bittersweet musk of his aftershave from where I was standing. He was the human vessel of Adonis. In less than two steps, he had strode forwards until he was right in front of my face. I could not breathe. The air was as heavy as lead in my lungs. A second passed. He paused-I allowed the moment I had to recoil from him to dissipate around us-and he gripped my chin hard and pushed his mouth fiercely over mine. I was paralyzed and my mind raced. Why was he in the women's toilets? Frances Hayward is a journalist known for her ice queen demeanour-despite her popular articles discussing the do's and don'ts of romance as alter ego Valerie D'Voire. She is also cursed with the burden of keeping her emotions in check after an accident in her past. Ensuring her dormant state is natural for Frances, but tensions run high and remaining in control proves difficult when she meets Greek bachelor Mr Krieos.

Roughly taking hold of my hands, he pinned them to the wall above my head and pressed his body against mine " w-what a- are you d-doing sir?" I asked with a trembling voice. What was going to happen to me? "I what your small body under mine, screaming my name" he said in a husky voice . I winced my body trying to get my small frame out of his huge muscular body but it was useless. He started kissing my neck which tingled down there " Aaron y- you a-are drunk pleas-" "SHUT THE HELL UP SHARY " # warning # This story contains some mature contents.

A very wealthy married man wakes up to the cry of a woman he knows nothing of,thinking that the girl used him he goes out of his way to humiliate the poor woman not knowing she is a victim too. Angry at the man the young girl accuses him of sexual assault which brings about different scandals that ruin both she and the accused. Its all about revenge ,secrets ,betrayal ,extreme possessiveness and above all the quest for the truth.

"Go home!" He shouted. "Why?!" "Because it isn't safe here." He replied as a crash of thunder was heard as the rain kept pouring. "Damn" he mumbled to himself, "it's too late." "For what?" I asked before he tried to push me behind him, and that's when I saw it. Glowing, golden eyes.

The Dance Competition in Belmont Valley was the most anticipated event of the year for ballroom dancers. Winning it is the ultimate achievement. My name is Ava Rouge, and it has been my dream to win it my senior year since kindergarten. However, all didn't go to plan. I fell in love with my partner, even though I knew he was suspicious. I trusted him. But when I needed him the most, he let me down. He sabotaged me to make his sister win the championship. This isn't a story of how I fell in love with him, a small part is, but the most important part is what happened after.