The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

I reached over to open the door when his hand grabbed mine and he spun me around, pressing me against the door with his whole body. I could feel how hard he was against me. His chest I mean. I felt my breathing hitch and I lifted my eyes to meet his nervously. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice nervous. He licked his bottom lip and pressed against me even harder. He parted my thighs easily with his knee and a hand found my back forcing me to arch into him. "How long will you be defending me, max?" He asked, as I did my best to glare up at him. Something about this guy was keeping me from calling for help although he really did have me pushed up against my own door in my own office making my knees shake. "A-a year max." I said, and he smirked down at me. The innocence I didn't know he held gone. "Get the fuck off of me or I'll scream." "You won't do that." He said, calmly, moving his hips slightly against me. I gasped at the motion and then cursed the blush speeding across my face. "Why won't I?" "Because I pay well. And I know you need the money." "What would I need that money for?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. "Your brother." "H-how did you?" "I have ways Xiama. One of those ways is to see who'll be defending me and to know everything about her. And don't tell me to get the fuck off because all I've heard is fuck and you don't want me to get the wrong idea."

He continues to stare as the young girl hums quietly, while keeping her eyes locked on the book in her hands. At the sound of his footsteps, she suddenly stops reading only to look up and let out a squeal, one that he found adorable. Her already rosy cheeks become even brighter. "Hello." He melts at the sound of her angelic voice and says his next words carefully, softly. "Hi sweetheart." She tilts her head to the side as he unknowingly stares at her with a certain longing. "Who are you?" "I'm Seth. What's your name?" He questions, taking a step into her room. She grins, causing two cute dimples to appear on her cheeks. "Daisy." ~ In which Seth Andrews, who is usually quiet and brooding, becomes captivated by his best friends little sister, Daisy Miller, who believes everyone has at least a little good in them.

"Have I...?" He whispered again, fragile in a way that made my stomach twist, made my pulse spike in my throat. "Ever fucking hit you?!" His voice rose, furious and raw, shaking the walls around us-and vibrating through me, like it could set me on fire from the inside out. I averted my eyes, shaking my head. No. "Then why do you always cover away in fear when I get too close? Why do you expect me to hurt you when I've never laid my hands on you?" His teeth were clenched, jaw tight, yet there was something more in his voice than anger-something human, something unbearably close, like it was threading into my blood, my skin, my pulse. He was right. And I knew it. I wasn't afraid of him. Not really. Hell, I deserved punishment-for the blood on my hands, for the lives I'd shattered, for the guilt that clung to me like a second skin. Dany. The other half of me haunted me, her little face, her little voice, the promise of vengeance twisting through my veins. My vendetta came first. It had to. Every step, every decision, every second-I couldn't let him know who I truly was. Not yet. If he did I would never be free. And sooner or later, I had to go.

When a one night stand leads to an unexpected pregnancy Sofia Smith doesn't know who to go to. she tried to find the man who got her pregnant but he is nowhere to be found 6 year later, fate brings them together Joe "Devil" Collision is the boss of the biggest dangerous mafia in the world, he has no time for romance nor is he looking for it, but when he gets an unexpected call for a deal, he comes face to face with the woman he couldn't forget but had to. FOR MATURE AUDIENCE ALL COPYRIGHT RESERVED ^^^^^THERE ARE ERRORS THAT NEEDS TO BE FIXED, WE ARE SLOWLY DOING THAT^^^^^^