I was made to serve him. I was made to heed his every beck and call. I was dutiful, obedient, proud of my servitude regardless of what the others thought of me. He was powerful, and he made me powerful, too. It was honorable to be his right hand, to be able to execute his orders to perfection. I thought I had done well in this position. Had anyone asked I would have sworn I exceeded all expectations and fulfilled every request without hesitation or error. I had become an expert in anticipation, of knowing my Master better than I knew myself. So why did he give me away? How could he cast me aside so easily? Was I really so replaceable, so meaningless? He had made me for himself, hadn't he? What other purpose could I possibly have? How was I meant to serve him by serving someone else? -This story has mature themes and depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore, etc. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Servitude" #3 in "Servant" #22 in "ManxMan"

"I'm not your bitch anymore, stop telling me what to do!"

(BOOK 3 #Bad Boy Chemistry) It's a new year, and the final year of high school for Charlie Harrington and his close-knit circle of friends. Charlie wants nothing more than to have the perfect senior year, which to him, does not include romantic entanglements. But then a certainly attractive transfer student shows up, along with the return of the guy that broke his heart. Suddenly, Charlie is caught between two bad boys. Will his senior year go smoothly? Or will it crash and burn?

"you want to get fucked again, huh, baby boy?"

Eli underestimates the $100k contract he signs with a diabolical, brat-taming dom. Warning: BDSM, Control, Panties

Reread the title. It explains it all.

He was built for war. Bred for dominance. Bound by instinct. I was only supposed to salvage a dead ship. But deep inside the wreckage, I found him - a sleeping alien warlord locked in obsidian, armor fused to skin, and a relic pulsing beneath his chest like a second heart. When I touched it, I woke him. Now I'm marked. Bound. And he's in heat - relentless, primal, and focused on only one thing: me. Serron Valek doesn't ask for permission. He doesn't wait. He claims, knots, and fills until the bond takes root. He says I belong to him now - body, mind, and womb. I should run. But when he growls my name like a vow and pins me down like I'm the only thing left in the galaxy worth worshipping... I don't want to escape. I want more. -- Kamyawski

This is best read after Zolan Book 3 (The King) *** I'm the descendant of Queen Dee and King Vadnar. My family and I have lived our whole lives on an isolated island. After years of staring at the horizon, I decide to leave. My curiosity leads me to a military camp, where I'm forced to enlist as an Entertainer. I try to lay low. But with The Captain's dark, hungry gaze following me, trouble is bound to find me.

She didn't ask to fall into this world. He didn't mean to scent her. Now, a forbidden bond pulls them together - in a world that punishes what they are. When Harper, a sarcastic but grieving human woman, wakes in the ruins of Veressa's Borderlands, she has no idea what the growling man above her is... or why he won't touch her. Kael is an outlaw alpha - unclaimed, unregistered, and hunted. He knows bonding with a human is illegal. Fatal. Permanent. But the more she bleeds, the more his instincts unravel. And if he knots her... neither of them will survive what comes next. -- Kamyawski