In the mist of Louisiana bayou and New Orleans, Tabhita "Tabby" Evergreen has grown into a witch of formidable power. Orphaned at twelve after vampires slaughtered her parents, Tabby was taken in by Madame Dubé, a voodoo priestess whose teachings of ancestral magic shaped her into the bayou's fierce protector. To Tabby, all vampires are monsters, and she has sworn never to forgive their kind. But her oath is tested when she encounters Lucien Moreau, a centuries-old vampire who doesn't strike but kneels, whispering a name Tabby doesn't recognize as her own: Charlotte. Lucien believes Tabby is the reincarnation of his mortal lover, a healer he lost centuries ago in a war between witches and vampires. To him, she is fate returned. To Tabby, he is the embodiment of everything she has vowed to destroy. As vampire clans circle the bayou, drawn by whispers of Tabby's growing power, she becomes both a target and a prize. Her hatred collides with a pull she cannot explain dreams that don't belong to her, emotions that stir like echoes of another life. Torn between the memory of a love she never lived and the vengeance that defines her, Tabby must choose: cling to her rage, or risk her heart on a man who may be bound to her by blood, fate, and a past she doesn't remember.

Jordan, the well-known painter, had always desired to have children. What happens when she encounters a set of twins that completely change her life? Giovanni Milani, the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. What happens when Jordan and Giovanni find out that they're connected in the most unexpected ways. As they say, there's a reason for everything that happens.

When two paths get crossed unintentionally, Nora Rose Lannister has to find a balance between her life and new found relationship with Axel Salvatore. Will it all be too much? •❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅• "No. I jump to conclusions and overthink when you aren't honest with me. I told you from the jump. If you were honest with me, then I would fucking understand." I get louder. "Lower your voice, Nora" "Or what?" Just as fast as it comes out my mouth, his hand is around my throat. "Or I'll fuck you until you can't fucking speak" He grits and I roll my eyes. "You wanna test me?" He pulls me closer. "I will edge you until the only word coming out your mouth is my name. Now I understand your upset but watch how you talk to me." He spits, closer to my face. "Fuck you" "When and where" He remarks smirking at me. "You think your fucking funny" I ask appalled and his grin gets bigger. "Most girls think so" His response cocky and I scoff as I push away from him. He grabs my throat tighter. "I'm not done talking to you." He bites. "Well i'm done talking to you" I counter and he lifts his head up a little. "Fine, no more talking." He says before he kisses me. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Rosalina, 24 year old whose family was just killed by her abusive Fiancé, escapes to New York where she gets sent to live with old best friend and Mafia Boss, Alec Salvatore. 27 year old Alec, a cold and dark man who would stop at nothing to have things his way. He was cruel and manipulative but when Rose got involved, that all changed. Not knowing that she might've traded one problem for an even bigger one. "No strings attached." He licks his lips and I don't think I've ever wanted anything more then I do right now. "No feelings." I add. "Good because I can't get your pretty little body out of my head." He growls, placing more kisses to my jawline. He can't get me out of his head. I suppress a smile from spreading on my lips. "So is that a yes?" He reaches down under my shirt, grabbing my breast. My back arches, slightly for him. God, this isn't good....but it feels too good to stop. His hands feel so intoxicating on my body. I just want more. More touching, more of him. "Rosalina, I need words." He demands, kissing me. Placing my arms around his neck as I play with his hair, "What would happen if I said yes?" I tease. "It means you are mine to please and vice versa. Something we both want." He says, his body towering over mine. Both want.... His hands on my breast, kneading and playing with me. I feel like I'm going to explode. "No strings attached." I reiterate, my lips lingering right below his. "No feelings'.' He responds, almost too quickly. "Think you can handle that?" "Yes.'' I lied. We both did. All rights reserved.

[ COMPLETED ] Believer | ✓ Book Three Of The Sinners & Saints Series He made me a believer. COPYRIGHTED © MIDNXGHTSUN.

[ COMPLETED ] Deliverance | ✓ Book Two Of The Sinners & Saints Series Deliver me. COPYRIGHTED © MIDNXGHTSUN.

Assistant during the day, and a stripper by night. With loans that needed paying off, Samai had to work two jobs to make ends meet. Recently catching the eye of her boss Lorenzo Moretti, she tries her best to resist him, but Mr. Moretti is persistent. He always get what he wants and he wants her. How long will Samai be able to resist the charms of Lorenzo?

[COMPLETED] "I'm so lonely, Angel." I tell her from my seated position, looking up at her. "I just want to be loved, please." She strokes my cheek and smiles gently. "I'm here now." It's been three years since Camil has seen his family and the girl that he met at the hospital. He's gone down a dark path and there's only one person who can show him the light. One person that can make him whole again. His Angel. *SPIN OFF TO IN CONTROL* It's definitely advised that you read the first book otherwise you may be slightly confused.

[COMPLETED] "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "It's a shame you won't be so much when I'm finished with you. I'm gonna play you like a piano, my precious girl." "We shouldn't be doing this Cyrus." I whisper staring up at him. His face hardens and he slips his thumb in between my lips. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." In which a dominant, thirty year old man, who has never been in a serious relationship, becomes infatuated with a twenty-three year old black girl.

-COMPLETE- "So you set fire to my apartment?" I rolled my eyes at him. "No, I didn't. I was cooking and it decided to start burning." "...Then you're a terrible cook." "And you're a terrible...Oh look! A bird!" He turned to see the imaginary bird I was pointing at, giving me enough time to run. # ASHLEY believes in the power of planning and sarcasm. Too bad it can only take you so far. Bets are place to see whether she can get a boyfriend before the end of the year but the task sounds easier than it is as she's decided to hunt a billionaire. HOW TO HUNT A BILLIONAIRE by NŸX ©®™