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Once Bitten by writerbrittanyb
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(18+) *Ongoing/Unedited* It has been seven years since the vampires took over. I remembered the day like it was just yesterday. The sirens. The deaths. The fear instilled upon every living human. And now I was being used as a blood bag for these beasts who took my life and threw it out of proportion. ***** This is a reverse harem story. (18+ for strong language, graphic depictions of violence, and graphic sexual scenes)
Cross My Hart and Hope to Die by NaX16Batman
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#1 In Zombieapocalypse #2 in Zombies "Want to know what the world ran out of first? Other than food and water, of course. Toilet paper. No one likes to mention what you do to use the bathroom during the apocalypse, but I really miss toilet paper." Growing up bouncing from foster home to foster home, Atalia Hart did whatever she could to survive. After graduating high school, she moved towns and began living a normal life. Atalia was a part time bartender taking night classes when the world suddenly became sick, and the dead came back to life craving the blood and flesh of what they once were. Once again, she's determined to survive. Especially since the sickness seemed to wipe out more of the female population than the male, she's got to be wary of both the living and the dead. Hart's got a bad attitude and a sailor's mouth, but everyone she meets along the way seem to be determined to follow the path she carves in this new world. Warning: this is a "why choose" reverse harem meets zombie apocalypse book. It has strong language and mature themes. Some scenes in this book are dark and demented. It might cause triggers for those who deal with PTSD or other mental health issues. Finished 1-16-20 Copyright © 2019 MLAM All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Ménagerie à Trois by maddieblue127
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Keeley Cunningham is a spitfire, an artist, a free spirit, and a Wolf. Sequestered in Nowheresville, Nowhere, population "not enough to matter" She just wants to learn art techniques from an inspirational artist who teaches in the Nothing college of Nowhere. The degree doesn't matter to her because her family pedigree is enough to get her anywhere she wants to go. Unless they disown her for this...
June by Jennifer-64
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When June is abandoned as a child Caesar takes her in as his own but Blue Eyes becomes protective over her..maybe too protective
Her Wendigo Chapter 2 by Noizez
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"So its just us now..." Damian rested his head atop of her small knees and softly wheezed a small purr. Lia tried her best to keep the tears from her eyes as she traced the cracks on Damian's skull. Despite how turmoiled she was it was soothing to feel the bumpy texture against her fingers. The texture was rough and pricking her fingers gently. But it brought her comfort. It reminded her that Vex was not gone. But taken. With shaky hands she tried to stop the rush of tears. She could not calm herself or her shaky breaths as her heart pulse with fear at the realization. She would not just need the courage to go look for him. But the courage to face the one who has taken Vex. ................ I highly recommend you read the first book 'Her Wendigo'. :)
When Red Roses Die by NotTheMainCharacter
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I'm your typical twenty-two year old girl. I work your typical job, making a killing off of literally killing people. I live the average life, my PTSD and mild OCD completely controlling me. I grew up with a loving family, my father running a black market child ring and my mother six feet underground. And I have a great support system, living alone and the only person I talk to being a ghost. So yeah. Nothing weird here. Completely Normal. And then some random guys come in and completely mess up my normal life. How rude of them? Good thing they're all hot. ~~~~~~ Warning: This story contains descriptions of violence, trauma and abuse. May be triggering to some. There's also lots of cursing and dark humor. Oh and maybe a few steamy scenes. Read at your own risk. This is a reverse harem romance.