Do you know what mermaids love? The open water, swimming with their fish friends, laughing all day long.... You know what they hate? Being caught. Especially by someone who claims to be their mate. ☽ HIGHEST RANKINGS: ☾ #1 in Mermaid #9 in Werewolf #2 in Fantasy #1 in Lost #1 in Sirens ------------------------- !! This book is my first published story, so there are some grammar and bad story plot mistakes! I am fixing some but not all of them since I no longer intend to work with this book but I still interact in the comments with you guys. You've been warned !!

"Don't you dare come any closer." "And who are you to tell me that, sweetheart ?" A mocking reply comes. I gulped when he stood right in front of me, towering over me like a giant. A good looking giant. He pushed the stop button on the elevator. It shook for a second. Now only our breaths could be heard and I could feel his smell engulfing me all around. Suddenly every hatred was forgotten and just desire and hunger stirred across the surface of temptation. "Just give in, Juliet." He whispered scrupulously. His lips touching my ear, skin meeting skin caused a strike of fire sear through me because I knew at that moment I was done for. I moaned out, "Touch me, Owen. Touch me once more." --------------------------------------------------------------------- Two rivalrous families wanting nothing more but to prove the other less efficacious. With every gait, when one thought the other was ahead, they would zealously try to match the other. When both the families face a similar financial crunch, they decide to endeavour hand in hand but their only hurdle from stopping them to work peacefully is their children. Owen Melon and Juliet Rosseta have a lot of hatred towards each other. On hearing that they have to work with each other, their whole universe turns upside down. Find out if they end up falling for each other ? It is a story to remember. Mature content. Completed.

"Get your filthy paws off me, you asshole !" Her voice dropped a few degrees when she looked over him. "Mighty temper you have there." His Texan drawls awakening something in her. Regina shakes herself, inwardly. She was about to wring her hand out of his, when he took hold of her waist, bringing her body tightly snugged against him. "Let me go. You bastard !" She felt his mustache tickle her cheek, her insides quivering. No no, she shouldn't feel something like this especially for a guy like him. Xander takes a hold of her neck, making her look up at him. Hatred shone in those brown golden eyes of hers. "Next time you call me bastard, you won't like it." "Your threat means nothing to me, you bastard !" She smirked cruelly at him. As if she won the battle. However, she was very much mistaken. "Wrong answer." His hard mouth meshed against hers, swallowing her anguish cry. Before he went on any further, he whispered cunningly, "You call me that again, this bastard will fuck your brains out till next Sunday." ----------------------- Regina McQueen, a private detective is asked for her service to find out the mysterious murder of the old Falcon Fitch lady, living in Texas. The elegant and vast Ranch house lies under the caretaker of Xander Davis, who will be in charge of Regina's staying while she tries to unravel the mystery. However, as the mystery goes alongside, Regina is distracted by the ex-drill sergeant with his bulky 6ft 4inches tall and mouth watering muscles and let's not forget, the twirling of his sinister mustache. He pushes her in a way she does not know how to respond. Used to flattening guys with her intimating persona, she may have met some one just a hell more scary than her and she hates it. A distraction can be deadly when handled wrong, can Regina resist anything including the temptation called Xander ?

Javier Carlsen, the son of the legendary chess grandmaster Gander Carlsen, has lived his life in the shadow of his father's brilliance-and his countless scorned lovers. Raised by Gander alone, life was no walk in the park. Javier was his "golden son," groomed for greatness, but that golden boy was only a pawn in a game of power and manipulation. His father's empire was built on cold strategy, but the lines of betrayal were longer than Javier ever could have imagined. Zeva Hayek, a force of nature, was no stranger to pain and revenge. Fueled by the desire to get back at Gander for the lies and deceit he'd woven into her life, Zeva was ready to strike when the time was right. And when she found the perfect way to exact her vengeance, she didn't hesitate. She took the one thing that meant most to Gander: His son. Javier. Kidnapped, tortured, and pushed to the edge of his own limits, Javier is forced into a brutal and twisted battle of dominance with Zeva. It's a vicious power play-a clash of wills and desires that ignites a fire neither of them expected. Every moment is a game of control and destruction, a war waged through hate and raw need. They're both playing their own twisted versions of chess, only the stakes are higher and the moves more dangerous. But beneath the hatred, beneath the dominance, something shifts. They begin to wonder-could there be more to this connection than just pain and revenge? What if what they needed most was what they already had-each other? The question lingers, as does the tension-could they survive the game they've started, or will it consume them both? Tenth Book of the V-Series A Stand-Alone Novel.

Marcelo DeVille is a man on the edge-his perfect life with his fiancée, Pamela Green, crumbling under the weight of his own anger and frustration. When Pamela suggests counseling, Marcelo, fed up with the endless cycle, agrees-if only to appease her. Little does he know, the session with Isabella Pressly will be anything but ordinary. Isabella, a seasoned psychiatrist with two decades of experience, is used to the emotional minefields of her patients. But Marcelo is different. He's rude, dismissive, and locked inside his own world of resistance. His defiance, paired with a disturbing intensity in his gaze, forces Isabella into a dangerous game she never expected to play. With each session, their fiery clashes become more than just therapeutic sparring. Marcelo's fury meets Isabella's unwavering calmness in a tumultuous dance of desire and tension. The attraction between them is undeniable, but so is the line they're both walking-a line that could destroy everything they've worked for. As their connection deepens, so does the pull of forbidden temptation, and the real world outside their sessions becomes a prison they can't escape. Both are trapped by the consequences of their desires, unsure of how long they can keep up the charade. But temptation is a dangerous game, and when it comes to desire, some boundaries are meant to be crossed. The question isn't if they'll break, but when-and what it will cost them. [The Ninth book of The V series] A Stand-alone novel.

'You just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you ?" Her ragged breath giving out how furious she was with the whole situation. The heat in the room rose, the sweat trickling down her breasts, causing him to clench his teeth. "I don't want to keep my mouth shut, Lana." He smirks down at her, cockily. He places his hand on the wall beside her, leaning into her. But before he could come any closer, she put her hand to stop him, clenching his shirt in her tiny fist. "Don't do this, Noah. You have a fiancé for Christ sake !" "I know and I don't care." -------------------------- It had been after eleven years did Trevor Stallone and Cindy Muller got engaged. Now it is their wedding day and the whole South high school gang was meeting up for the final act. Lana Backwaters has always been in touch with her close friend, Cindy. Being her maid of honour was the most privileged honour she could ever have. But getting back in touch with a certain brown haired tall sexy male of her brother, Noah Muller was not in her agenda. Noah enjoyed everything in life to the fullest. He was charming, smart and also a world class asshole. However, when it came to Lana, a different picture comes to his mind. He melts but she doesn't know it. When they finally meet in this beautiful wedding, will their old feelings resume again to take a steady final pace or will it just die out ? Read more to find out

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.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 & 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 'No, you listen, Mae, When I said you were mine, I meant it... You got NO say when it comes to this relationship so there's no getting rid of me, Your mine and mine only so get used to me because I'm not going anywhere" He told deeply and in anger then I gasped when Kyle roughly kissed me What's wrong with him!? I clenched his leather jacket knowing there's no escaping this kiss so I went with along it. • • • Mae Estacado; She was the eldest daughter in the family and sibling, Mae once lived her life with happiness along with her loving parents, sisters, and friends, her looks were awfully alluring but a very naive person she was, Mae had all the luck in the world... Unfortunately, luck like that doesn't last long due to a psychotic devil in disguise--goes by the name, Kyle Wilson: A corrupted mind who also happens to be devilishly handsome with damning charms, fooling everyone around him. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: this story will trigger readers in every way possible and that's why I wrote it the way I did. **Smirks evilly**

BOOK TWO OF THE BLACK SERIES *CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "I mean, let's face it, Hayden," Casey said with a humourless laugh, looking away from me and out at the city of white lights, "you don't want me. You want the thought that you managed to get with me - all of your friends are expecting it, my friends and family are expecting it to happen... it's not long before you wanting me changes and you see how messed up I really am." My eyes narrowed and I turned to face her, grabbing her by the jaw so I was staring into her dark eyes. Casey's breath hitched in her throat and she chewed on her lip, tears gathered in her eyes as our eyes met. "I don't give a flying fuck about what they want to hear or what they expect to happen between us, Casey," I told her, wiping a stray tear away. I smiled when she sniffled. "Stop thinking so much about what other people do and don't expect, alright? I damn well know how insane your family is but I also know how much better you are from them, and it's the good in you that makes me fall deeper with every date we go on." When I cupped her cheek with one hand, Casey's alarmed eyes relaxed and she slowly leaned into my touch, sighing quietly. I pressed my forehead to hers, smiling softly when she tried moving forward for our lips to meet. I pulled away last second, rubbing her bottom lip with my thumb. lol "I'm all yours, baby," I whispered, finally pressing our lips together.

Kiara is an assassin. Born in the industry, she knows her work better than anyone else and she's the best that her clan has. Kiara has never failed a mission in her life and never plans to. But this mission is different than the others. More difficult - dangerous, even. Her newest task was to get rid of the Prime Minister of England's son, Niklaus St. Clair. At first it seemed easy to her seeing how she has killed many presidents and prime ministers, and many of their eldest sons, so why was this one so different? Besides his face of zero flaws, and his muscular body and rock-hard abs, and that oh-so-sexy accent she involuntarily fall for - oh, and the fact he has many dark secrets of his own. She calls him an arrogant brute. He calls her his feisty kitten. So what happens when their first encounter ends up with her trapped between a wall and his body instead?