[[Completed May 27th 2016]] Ok, I need to warn you of how crazy this book is. The boys are total sweethearts, as you know, so expect FLUFF! And I didn't plan this, but there are a lot of mini-series. Finished #8! I'm very proud. My dear lollipops, be ready for fluff, suspense, cliffhangers (I seem to be good at those), and the 15-year-old teenage mutant ninja turtles that took over our lives. Also, this was written inn 2016. By a 13 year old. So apologies for the cringiness. (I don't own Tmnt, Nickelodeon does. and I don't own you, wuve you lollipops!)

"Are you gonna admit you like this yet?" "No!" I yelled, kicking my legs out at him. He smiled and leaned forward, catching my ankle as I froze. "Don't worry, baby. I'm going to worship your body like the innocent little thing you are, completely corrupting you before you can even think. "By the time I'm done with you, you're going to be screaming my name and begging me to let you cum. That said... "IF YOU CAN EVEN LAST A SECOND OF THIS." ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ Emily Wolfe is the exact definition of innocent. Not necessarily in the childish sense, but her curiosity can sometimes be untamed. She developed insomnia from her father, Asher, and every night takes medications that make her a little crazy before she sleeps. And she remembers a man that always comes into her room just before she sleeps... her comfort character. But he's more than just imaginary. He's real. But being stalked is in the back of her mind, because she's been researching the death of her aunt after she'd been kidnapped... and all of it leveled back to a circus. Though... she could feel him watching her, but every time she looked, he was gone. He's gotten good at hiding. And even better at plotting.

SMUT WARNING!! : This book isn't sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark. Expect: *Three brothers who don't know the meaning of gentle.* *A heroine who moans even when she swears she won't.* *Fingers, tongues, and cocks where she least expects them.* ~~~♠~~~ "Spread wider, Angel," Zane growled against my ear, his fingers ruthless between my thighs. Ziven's c*ck shoved deep down my throat, hot, thick and massive. "Right there. Open up and take it like the filthy tease you've been." And behind me, Zarek drove into me deeper, pounding and claiming every inch. "Feel that? Dripping wet. Doesn't matter how hard I pound-she'll still take more. She's fucking built for it. Our cocks." I begged desperately- clenching, gushing, and trembling through every thrust and claim. I never thought I'd crave this- three brothers who claimed me, ruined me, and made me beg for more. But I do. God, I do. My name is Zayla Everly Hollis. I died the night I married Lugard Blade. He broke me and killed me. But fate brought me back. Given a second chance, I ran. Straight into the arms of the three most powerful men in Chicago. THE MADDOX BROTHERS. Ziven. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard. Zarek. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass. Zane. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form. They offered me safety. Then they became my obsession. Now they're my only protection from the monster I once called husband. But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter. And when the past comes knocking... I'll have to choose between revenge-and the triplets who made me feel alive again.

DANTE When I first laid my eyes on her; she was only eleven, three years younger than me. She was quiet. And pure. But she was troubled, and alone. I could see it behind her eyes; the thin veil that concealed her deepest secrets, faltering every time she looked at me. I knew from that moment on that I would live for her. And she would eventually live for me, too. With or without her blessing. However, circumstances change. And that purity I once relished in; her light in contrast to my darkness, disappeared. But, don't worry my little sinner, I will haunt you. And I won't be as kind this time. EDEN I won't let you scare me. That's what I keep telling myself. And yet, I see you. In every dark corner, in every casting shadow -- I see you when I close my eyes. And I hate myself for it. But I'm older now. Wiser. You took my innocence from me, and while I hate myself for allowing you to, I hate you just that much more. But I won't let you in this time. I don't want your inferno to engulf me anymore, I want to extinguish it. **PLEASE BE WARNED** This book will contain graphic contents, including but not limited to: violence, sexual contents and sensitive subjects. A trigger warning for the following: Domestic Abuse, is heavily advised. There is content advisories for things like; CNC, Stalking, Gore...etc, as well. This book is the first I have ever written, and I want you all to enjoy it as much as I do. Feel free to leave your feedback in the comments, or on my page. With all that said and done, please enjoy. He's waiting for you. Enjoy, Savvy.

Relic and Ruin is now published as a Hardcover and E-book by Wattpad Books! As a Wattpad reader, you can access the Wattpad Books Published Edition here upon purchase. ***** In a place unlike any other, two brothers set off an ancient, epic, and never-ending battle ***** The world is controlled by the Necromancers and Reapers. And Nyx Lahey, born a Necromancer, but raised a Reaper, is on the front lines. While chasing a creature that's killing young girls, Nyx gets mixed up with Erebus Salem, an undead hunter on a mission to return home but with no memory of who he is. But other beings are lurking in the shadows. They know the truth about Erebus and Nyx. They know that the pair are the Relics, the only two powerful beings in the world capable of taking down the greatest evils known to any kind. Soon, Nyx and Erebus become the hunted, and must try and escape the evil plans of the war lord, Bellum. Can Nyx and Erebus master their newfound powers, and even if they do, can they survive? [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

SMUT/LOVESTORY: A girl accidentally sees Raphael and his brothers along the sewer while she was casually hanging around her apartment's rooftop. Raphael being himself, tries to scare Alice to make sure she doesn't say a word but he discovers she's a tough one, too. Despite Leonardo warning him about the danger of what he just did, Raph secretly returns to see Alice to threaten her--UNTIL HE SEES HER DANCING IN HER UNDERWEAR INSIDE HER APARTMENT ROOM.

Expect fluff! The guys are adorable and you get to date one of them! Or all of them, I don't judge. Basically, the guys are really sweet and just want someone to love them. And you, get to be their someone :)

Just a bunch of boyfriend scenarios for you shy fan girlies~

A little girl in a pink, cloud-soft frock once wandered into a world that should have warned her away. She found them at the edge of a dying playground. Two identical boys, caked in mud, standing too still for children their age. Their eyes followed her long before she spoke. "Why are you both sad?" she asked, her voice light and untouched by caution. They smiled. "Because we are dirty," one said. "And no one wants to play with us," the other added. It should have been a simple answer. It wasn't. She frowned, as if the world had made a small, correctable mistake, and took their hands without hesitation. That was the first choice. The smallest one. The one that mattered most. By the time they reached the park, the air felt different. It was quiet and heavier than anything, as though something unseen had drawn closer just to listen. "Let's play," she said brightly, tossing a ball into the space between them. But there were only three of them. And she refused to leave either side. So she ran back and forth, laughter breaking into breathless gasps, small shoes scuffing against the dirt as she tried to belong everywhere at once. With him. With him. Never choosing. Never stopping. Until the boys stopped smiling. Until they simply watched. "You'll get tired," one of them said softly. "You can't play both sides forever," the other murmured. But she only grinned, flushed and stubborn, her voice trembling with a promise she did not understand. "I can. And I will play with both of you." That was the second choice. Years later, when the bodies began to surface, when whispers of manipulation, obsession, and something far darker crept into every room she entered, no one thought to trace it back to a sunlit afternoon and a game that never really ended. But some games don't stop. They wait. And the most dangerous players are the ones who were never taught to choose.