I've dreamed of the perfect marriage ever since I was a little girl: a marriage complete with a hardworking husband while I tended to the home and our children, preferably four little rugrats to call my own. I dreamed of a life filled with laughter, joy, and success, a life we built together. I dreamed of growing old next to my husband, creating a great love story to tell our grandchildren someday. It all seemed so possible. I was raised to be the perfect wife, after all. From the outside, it seemed I had exactly what I dreamed of with the rich, determined husband; the brilliant, gaudy diamond ring; and the beautiful home filled with the hope of future children. Yes, it was all a dream come true. I should have felt grateful, really. The problem is, I also wanted a marriage based on love, passion, and affection, but those are the only things my husband cannot give me . . . . . . because they're reserved for her. For readers: * I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! * Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. * Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. It takes a lot of courage to publish your work and for others to actively engage in a community. I'd like to keep this a safe and fun place to rage at imperfect heroes and cheer for darling heroines! * I'm not a spicy writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! * Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating. Happy reading, everyone! ADS/Imaginationgirl35

Silva wants what he shouldn't have and takes what he can't desire. He should've known. Irisa offsets the brittle balance of diabolical cruelty, but it's a forgivable transgression that he's willing to make an exception for. She's a simple girl with a special smile; something opposite of him as it burns into his skin with regret. Regret that he doesn't have her. He doesn't know if he wants to kiss the smile away or wrap his hand around her fragile neck until the light fades to black. He's a nightmare wrapped in visceral ink, a frighteningly obsessive man with missing morals. Silva would rip his heart out if she asks; he is selfishly generous to her whims. *** This contains sensitive material that will be triggering to some, reader discretion is advised. Mature contents. Copyright © 2020 by Celia Crown

BOOK 1 He hovered over me in silence while I gathered my senses. "Why are you here Deacon?" I finally asked. I heard his gruff sigh before he knelt down, and placed his warm hand under my chin, lifting my gaze to meet his. "Because you are mine Ellis Belrose." his dour voice echoed in my mind while he looked into my eyes. --------------------------- Ellis Bellrose is finally graduating high school. She has interned her last semester at Pacific Northwest Living magazine in hopes of landing a paying job by the time she graduates college. Everything was going to plan. Until she met him. Deacon Vidar, the Alpha of the Priamos pack. She doesn't know it yet, but he is her mate. Ellis feels an undeniable connection to him, something is always drawing her to him. Deacon Vidar is intense, and cruel. He is a great Alpha and has precise plans for his pack. But After 130 years on this earth he was beginning to think he didn't have a mate at all, let alone a young, fragile, human mate. Deacon wants Ellis more than anything, even if it means taking her against her will. Will Ellis give into their mate bond, and fall in love with the harsh creature that is Deacon Vidar? Is their compatibility the least of their worries? *THIS STORY HAS HEAVY SEXUAL & MATURE CONTENT*

Valora Anton is a trained, lethal assassin, and she's running for her life. No one-no one-had ever come close to catching her. But when the net finally closes, she's transferred to an island prison house in the Atlantic, a place known for its brutality. She's certain this is where her journey ends-until she realizes she's wrong. Phoenix Knight is the iron-fisted warden of Atlanta Prisonhouse, feared by every woman under his control. Ruthless, unforgiving, and unbending, he rules with an absolute hand, tormenting misbehaved prisoners without a second thought. His pleasure comes from their suffering, from breaking them, bending them to his will. But when Valora enters his domain, everything shifts. There's something about her-something sharp, dangerous, poisonous-that draws him in. On one hand, he's repulsed by her icy demeanor, her unyielding nature. On the other, he's irresistibly allured by her presence, by the fire that simmers beneath her calm exterior. For the first time in years, Phoenix is out of control. And he hates it. Valora is no ordinary prisoner, and Phoenix is no typical captor. Their dynamic is a volatile cocktail of aggression, manipulation, and raw tension. Each encounter between them ignites a new spark, a dangerous push-pull of venomous desire that neither of them can resist. They are two forces of destruction, locked in a dance that threatens to undo everything they've ever believed in. The real question is: How far will they go to destroy each other? And in the end, who will be left standing, and at what cost? [Second Book of the V-Series] A Standalone Novel Complete.

Those who were taken... They never came back, dragged beneath the waves never to return. Their haunting screams were a symbol of their horrific deaths. Like shadows they lay in wait, the deep blue waters hiding them from view. With sharp claws they attack, Pointed fangs tearing into skin, Eager mouths devouring human flesh. Cally was taken, dragged under the water by one of the vicious creatures. But she was not devoured nor torn apart by ruthless claws--no. She was a captive. ~•~ Water instantly invades her senses. Her eyes sting, her lungs and nose burning. She thrashes, kicks, claws--anything to get away. Her efforts go to waste as her body slowly starts to shut down, the air in her lungs quickly being replaced by sea water. Cally is vaguely aware of arms wrapping around her waist and behind her head before she loses consciousness, submerged in darkness. And so she is taken. Another victim of the mysterious sea. 《Completed》 Subscribe to TheAllieL Patreon for exclusive stories and content not featured on Wattpad and to support future works and book publishing! - Free Subscriber Tier - Allie's Library - Tier 1 - $2/month - Allie's Journal - Tier 2 - $5/month Subscribe here: Patreon.com/TheAllieL

In which, a blind business tycoon gets assigned to a nymphomaniac nurse _____________________________________________ Copyright ©️ 2021 ssybahz (Started: March 7th, 2021, Completed: September 26th, 2021) After losing his eyesight in an accident, Ares Elliott Estevan distances himself from everyone. Fortunately for Adrianna Blair Campbell, who happens to know just the perfect way to cure him. _______________________________________________ ***Warning: Heavy and explicit sexual content. Recommended for 18+ and above. Do not proceed if you don't like these kind of things. Read the preface.******* #1 in hot #1 in seduction #1 in adultfiction #1 in nymphomaniac #1 in lust #1 in plottwist #1 in sensual #1 in matureaudience #1 in age-gap #2 in fiction #1 in passionate #1 in mysteryromance #1 in badgirlgoodboy #1 in desire

"I could tutor you, but I don't think you'd be able to concentrate." • • • When Cassandra Berry gets offered a shitload of money and a place at any college of her choice, just to con a man and getting pregnant with a said man, the answer seems pretty straight forward; Yes. - But Harry Xavier Devon is no mere fool. With two millennium prizes on his back and renowned around the world as the next Newton within mathematics, Harry easily sees through his brother's ploy to have a woman seduce him and get her pregnant when he himself can't have children. His brother in desperate need of an heir for his business empire, but Harry has no intentions of playing the scapegoat. Flipping the play against his brother, he pays Cassandra double the money to continue lying to his brother that they *are* having sex. He thinks he's gotten his revenge when it suddenly appears he's gotten more than he bargained for. Cassandra is no shy woman, or as previously thought, just a money-grabbing whore. Stuck in the same house together for a whole summer could prove to teach the mathematician that some things can *never* be calculated... - Especially when dealing with a (horny) woman.

I can not think back on when the wolves made themselves known. Of course we learned of it in history but my brain was too packed of other useless facts and numbers that listening to the droning of creatures befell me. All I know now is they are known. I also know they kidnap girls from school and call it love.