"Earth has been different for awhile, but I don't think we've ever had a beautiful, muscular alien dude falling from the sky. It's not really something you see everyday" ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱ The year is 2033. Men are almost extinct after the war, leaving few woman to scavenge what's left of planet earth. Posy has been alone for a few years. She tries to survive in a world where it's every girl for herself, until one fateful day when she finds an extra tall, buff alien man in the woods. An alien man who has never met a female in his life. * Just for fun - Lots of fluff * Highest rankings- #2 in Romance - 9/28/19 #1 in Alien - 8/12/19 #1 in Post-apocalyptic- 7/29/19 #5 in Invasion - 8/4/19 #47 in Human - 8/2/19

"You don't understand, little female. I am like a God to these people." Elodie is lost. Literally. After a massive adventure leads her to a strange planet with enormous alien men, she has few choices left. On the run from an aggressive male determined to mate her by force, she finds herself lost in the massive alien woods, terrified, injured, and alone. That is until she runs into a massive gladiator built like stone. Barre. Covered in scars and muscles, pain and fighting are all Barre has ever known. He's the most powerful being on the planet, but he stays hidden from society He enjoys his solitude, and his silence. He hasn't seen a female in years, but despite his affection for the tiny girl he finds in the woods, he can't keep one for himself. He has to return the little thing to the palace, that's where she belongs. A female has no place in his heart. A Heathen doesn't deserve love... right?

Woken in a world ravaged by war, the planet is deteriorating quickly and Aeris is a lone survivor. Her one hope of survival seems to be a strange man boarding what seems to be a space ship. Left with the choice of death as the planet implodes or risk of danger from the unknown, she finds herself stowing away on his ship. But as the ship shoots into the sky, she gets more than she bargained for and worse yet, is this stranger even a man...or something else?

When Aine is sent into the woods for her crimes, she accepts she'll be met with death. The beasts are known to kill any human that wanders into their territory, their razor-sharp teeth ripping through flesh and bone with practiced ease. Aine knows she'll be no different from all the others who have been executed before her, and when she's forced into the woods by her own people, it doesn't take long for the beasts to attack. What she doesn't expect is for them to take the shape of humans and spare her, and even more, for one to claim her as his own.

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

The Hunter and His Prey A camping excursion gone wrong quickly leads Violet into harms way. The hunter will do anything to get the prey he seeks, what will happen when Violet comes between him and the prey he is mercilessly hunting down? Read on for a sneak peek! Story Excerpt: I dashed forward hearing his footsteps even louder than mine had been behind me as I raced into the rain. My bare feet sunk into the muddy Earth, making me slide across the terrain as I bounced forward. Strong arms grasped me around my middle, hauling me off the ground and into the air screaming flailing my feet into his strong thighs, swinging my arms back behind me until I made contact with his chest and face, clearly making no impact. He began carrying me back off to the house. "Help," I screamed into the rain, into the endless tress, into the empty forest. "Enough," he growled his face inches from my ear as he pulled me up by arms and led me back into the house by them. He pushed me forward, through the threshold of the door and slammed it behind us. I stumbled forward before turning to face him, aware that I had angered him, shaking from fear more than my cold wet body at what my fate would now be. "Take your clothes off," he said gruffly as he strode towards me. Caught of guard I took a fumbling step backward and stammered, "Wh-What?" "Take off your clothes," he demanded again as he stripped his wet T-shirt away and placed it on a set of three large black metal hooks that lined the wall. He turned back to me glaring and strode towards me stopping so that my face was only centimeters from the fine black hair that covered his immaculate chiseled chest that led down to model worthy abs. His jeans hung low on his body, showing of the V shape of his hips that women lusted after. "I'm not going to have you ruining my home with your muddy wet clothes. Now take them off or I will," he stated bluntly eyeing me harshly.

"Do you have any idea how close fear smells to arousal?" He asked, his words making my breath hitch. "They both make your blood race in your veins and thicken your scent. It's making my mouth water little one." He spoke softly. Tears filled my eyes as horrible thoughts began to occur to me and I deeply regretted ever leaving that room. "Fret not my darling, I'm not going to take you tonight even though I so desperately want to. I won't force myself on you." He promised, but seeing as he had made another promise tonight that he had already broken, I had little faith in him. "Now hurry on up back to my room little mate. If I catch you out of bed again tonight, I won't let you go so easily." He said, pulling one more deep inhale before releasing me, stepping back. I could feel his eyes on me as I ran down the hall and then up the stairs, feeling hunted even though he wasn't giving chase. Credit for the amazing cover goes to @STESLARA

"fuck me," said the monster. _______________________ A psychopath, a person with a mask of sanity. Someone who blends in. Unlike their sociopathic counterparts, psychopathic criminals are cool, calm, and meticulous; making psychopathy the most dangerous of all antisocial personality disorders. Though there's something about them, something emotionally intriguing and intellectually engaging that draws us in, making us apart of their sick mind games. Maybe that's why FBI agent, Ella Grant, can't get away from the misunderstood monster... _______________________ WARNING: GRAPHIC MATERIAL AND POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK (18+) note: inspired by hannibal i use poems and quotes; they belong to their rightful owners cover was made by Fracture :) the psychopath hides, a wolf amongst the sheep.

What do you do when a tall, unreasonably attractive alien crash lands in front of you? You shoot him of course. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── It's been years since a nuclear war decimated the Earth, killing about 90% of the world's population. The ones that survived now live in the ruin of nuclear wastelands with their numbers slowly dwindling due to starvation, radiation, and even murder by a gang called The Deviants. Blake West is one of the survivors - sassy, brave, and brutally sarcastic, she takes crap from no one. With her father's past as a cop, she knows her way around a pistol and has managed to survive by following a few simple rules. Rule One: Trust no one Rule Two: Never go anywhere unarmed Rule Three: ALWAYS shoot first Simple right?

Amelia Reyes was just trying to live her life like a normal person. A normal person was not who she was though. She had ghosts from her past that would forever pop up to haunt her. Everything changed the night that her best friend convinced her to go out with her and some guys they had just met to a grand opening of a new club. At the club is where her past meets up with her present and her whole world begins to fall apart again. It's where her demons try to drag her away and she's not sure if she can fight them this time. Blake Prescott wasn't looking for much that night. He was just supposed to go on surveillance with his best friend and keep a low profile, no one knew them or what they were apart of and that's how they wanted to keep it. So what a perfect night to pick up chicks and get laid, right? It was pretty obvious early on in the night that Blake's girl was a prude, he just didn't realize that she was going be trouble as well. When her demeanor changes and she gets into trouble with the one person he was trying to watch but keep his distance from, he is faced with a choice: He could either watch her go down or help her but possibly blow his cover and reveal who he is and what he is a part of. But how could he, in good conscious, watch her being dragged down by the devil himself? He cant. *cover made by @MariamRehab* *trigger warning! May contain harsh and heavy content including but not limited to: Abuse, depression, rape, drugs, violence, gangs, suicide, weapons, cursing. Read at your own risk!*