[FINISHED]Daronghi Dancennou, the Crown Prince of Creede and its future king, is a typical handsome, arrogant brat, spoiled by everyone's worship. He believes himself to be irresistible and entitled to do anything he wishes - to anyone. So when he sees Rudra Ruatta, a newly appointed Lieutenant of the Royal Guard and a breathtakingly beautiful redhead, he's just dead set on conquering him. But Rudra Ruatta has something to say about that. The Prince is in for a little surprise that will change his life forever. This erotic story of 10,000 words contains explicit scenes of m/m sex, reluctant first time, swordfight as foreplay and some other gay romance platitudes. Adult readers only. All characters are over 18 years old. The first two chapters are suitable for general audience. The cover is made by inestimable @HeneyaNatus, cover art from shutterstock.

Hiroto is my name, but I was forced into being Juliet and will remain to be Juliet until someone else starts a scandal in my 'all' boys and gay school. a/n: The front page has a diff name coz I changed it. It used to be that before I published it.

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Just a dump of all the random erotica I've made

A prophecy. A lie. A love to conquer centuries. *** Cassandra is a woman without a last name, a woman who has toiled through life just grazing the edge of survival. To her, the world is bleak and disappointing... That is until she realizes the part of the world she's seen is just a veil over the immortal one. And that her displacement has been founded and prophesied for centuries. She is a seer, a prophetess. Locked within her are the answers her tireless, blood-hungry predators search so longingly for. Her purpose is suddenly known. Like a flame to wick, everything around her ignites and burns, throwing her into the unknown, into an even tougher feat of survival. She must take shelter with a man, a stranger, someones who until this point in her life had been only mythical. Lost in Siberia, she will need to flee and disappear under his protection. There's only one problem. He's an immortal who thrives on blood. A vampire, a deserter from his species. And he's irresistible. *** Winner of The 2019 Fiction Awards: Best Paranormal*** -Book One of The Blood Lust Series- Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, past references to sexual assault/abuse, explicit violence, murder, gore, depression.

EXPLICIT CONTENT Cara, 17. Ashley, 19. Cara's life wasnt Victoria's secret and iphones nor dresses and ribbons. She was an indie kid back from the hood. She had her guys and her internet, her posters, her cigarettes. Going deep into the world and from its different perspectives cara went thinking beyond her boundaries, and there was a boy waiting right there for her. Their souls could kill any pain together. Their dark poisoned souls dashed back to reality where they never saw each other for real but only at night when they were asleep. How much more deep could it be? Would they meet for real? Could they meet their desires? Fall into this black hole:') This may feel inapropriate for some audiances. Its meant to be fantasy/fiction/erotic. This means no harm. Its alternative only dark souls understand this on a spiritual level. Ps no hate will be tolerated:') Xx

A murder mystery in space, a frontier marshal investigating and a young girl who is the key to it all. Highest rating in sci-fi: #2!

SEQUEL TO LOVING A VILLAIN There were sparks when we met, but not the kind that you would think. One look at him quite literally knocked me out. Seriously. I was unconscious. He was not some shining hero on a white horse, who swooped in and saved the day. No he put the Hero's head through a wall and laughed. Overall, he and I are a complete shit show. Complete. Shit show. He isn't nice. Or kind. Or hell, even legally decent. And he sure as hell isn't sane. Through all his shitty qualities, the villainous attitude, and even all the multiple attempts on my life. I fell for the villain of the century. My damn luck. Blue Doom. But did we get the semi-happy ending? Or at least the one you're suppose to get when you end up with the villain of the story. But no. I get the short stick. He's nothing I ever imagined, but everything I'll ever need. I already fell in love with the villain, now its time for me to save his crazy ass.

I shouldn't have been walking around alone at night. I shouldn't have stopped and watch the obviously crazy man set the building on fire. And I sure of hell shouldn't have accidentally caught his attention. Then maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have been kidnapped by the world's most evil super villain. And then hopefully right now I wouldn't be wishing that he wasn't completely crazy, and wanted to kill every super hero in the world, and that he would, I don't know, take me to the movies, hold my hand as we walked together, or maybe take me to dinner one night. You know normal, cute couple stuff. Instead he likes to kick puppies when no ones watching, dropping me from high buildings, and throwing people into traffic, annoyingly. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't have been taken by someone who's whole mission in life is to watch every super die, and cackle evilly while he thinks of it. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't start feeling bad for this super villain. Maybe I wouldn't be questioning everything I've ever learned about him. And God forbid, I wouldn't be loving a villain.