"Please..please touch me Naomi." He murmured those words, peering up at me through his lashes and expressing a look coated in lust and pleading. It's almost scary how he could go from possessive and intimidating one moment, to submissive and needy in the next. "Naomi...please. I'm so hot. I need you." He begged me, with no shame at all. The jealous and brooding Alpha King from earlier was slumped on his fancy bathroom floor...begging me to touch him. ---------- In which thousands of people disappear on one night every century. Why? Simple. Every lycan needs a mate. (This story has mature themes. Please read at your own risk)

The sequel to How To Hide A Body Just as Solange thought it was all over, an old enemy resurfaces. He needs her help to disappear, but his connections to Solange's life are deeper than they appear. cover creds: @SilverBluinse

Every night, when I closed my eyes, his image would be branded to the backs of my eyelids. That same smile, so gorgeous yet so deadly. Those deep blue eyes, like the treacherous oceans you find, the ones which sometimes have those desolate lighthouses somewhere in them. And his clothes. Oh my, his clothes; a different suit every day, and a different tie to match it. Not a single stain, you'd find - not even a speck of dust, forget a crease. He was immaculate. In every manner. But where he was flawless on the outside, his personality made up for it - he was monstrous. Lethal. If he laid those intense eyes on you, you knew you were dead. He was the most disturbed person you'd ever meet. And he was after me. *** *** *** If survival is the only word in your vocabulary, why is death your only fate? Running from a devil is harder than you think, When your bottle of secrets is pushing you to the brink. The devil counts each and every breath you take, And plots his cunning plan like Eden's cunning snake. You slowly fall in love as he watches and observes, Cackling in delight knowing he can cut your every nerve... Giving you a fate that you surely don't deserve. *TRAILER INSIDE!!* #1 IN TEEN HORROR!!! Copyright 2020 © All Rights Reserved.

Let's get one thing straight: satin is NOT silk. Don't be fooled by its flimsy ability to reflect light, so glossy that it's blinding and migraine inducing. If there's one thing Alex Han knows, it's that satin is made up of 100% polyester, lies, and betrayal. It's his eighteenth birthday and all he wanted was to enjoy the pleasures of being adorned in a dainty silk ball gown. You could imagine the anger he felt when his mandatory tailcoat and pleated pants for the night were made purely of the dreaded devil's cloth. But hey, maybe this was the world's cruel way of telling him that he truly was what he wore. started | 12.29.19