Ciara Wyatt and Aiden Blake. History. A mistake. Never to be repeated. Or that's what Ciara believes after Aiden left her three years ago pregnant with their child with no explanation. But what happens when they 'bump' into each other? Fate has a cruel way of pulling people back together. Will history repeat itself? "Don't run. Don't hide. Don't be afraid. I'm watching over you my girls." First book of the Clairmont Hill series

If it wasn't for the rent due, Ria wouldn't have found herself caught in the dark lair of a demon named August Knight, the devil himself. In the pages of the contract, she didn't sign up for handling fire spitting babies or having to wipe tears that are onyx like the twilight sky. But as unusual as the world of August Knight's may have been, she finds herself quickly falling for the man.

/ˈpōətrē/ Poems of love, hate, and pain. Living through it all by writing. Poems of strength and sadness. Living through it all by trying. Warning; might be not suitable with the language, content, and figurative substances. It May not be suitable for some readers, please read with caution. *********Cover by Miss Mav********

Sinclair Mafia. 18+ "Fear a woman who looks into the fire and smiles Lenore, but tremble at the feet of a man who looks into the fire and has a consuming urge to touch it, like it's home and he misses it." ♠ After the confessions of a suicide bomber, the government decides to fulfill the one wish of the offender, as his last will. To find Leora Alias. The smart brain behind the disastrous case. But there's more that meets the eye in this case, and Stephano Sinclair, the most dangerous coven to ever walk on Earth was about to get to the bottom of this, by disguising as her Therapist, and most importantly getting what he wants from her- a chip. Until the whole truth unveils and he realizes that he's in love with her. Will he be able to save her from her darkness? or did he love her so much he became another greater darkness of hers?

"I came to get a tattoo." His eyes narrowed dangerously as he stared down on me, his fist clenched over his chest. I felt vulnerable under his blazing gaze. I awkwardly shifted on my feet. His 6,1 form dominating the room. The t-shirt he was wearing didn't do much to hide his well build body. Tattoos rolling down his arms and neck, disappearing behind his shirt. I couldn't help but stare in awe. "No" No? I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it when no words came out. His intense gaze didn't break, I wanted to run. I shouldn't have come. His form grew larger as he stepped closer. I tried to swallow down my anxiety, but it only grew with every stride he took. He stopped right in front of me. It took all my power to stand my ground, to not stagger away from him like a deer. "You are not getting a tattoo." The coldness of his blue eyes only intensified. Next this I knew a hand grasped my waist and pulled me into a stone chest. I gasped in surprise. Before I could squeal in protest he already had me pushed up against the wall, one arm circled around my torso while the other rested on the wall beside my head. My body shook in fear, adrenaline coursing through my veins as he leaned in closer. What was he doing. Was he going to hurt me? I'm sure he could crush my skull with his bare hands. I turned my face to the side, looking away from him, not wanting to see the satisfying look in his eyes when he hurts me. I awaited the pain, but it never came. Instead my cheek tickled with the breeze of his warm breath, his lips touched my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut as I anxiously waited for his next move. "If I see your body-" I gulped, his eyes boring into mine, "- tainted-" his voice was raspy and painfully low as his palm caressed my cheek, trailing down my neck until it fell on the curve of my sides. "-in any way-" it almost sounded like a growl, "I will kill the person who did it"

"Cora." He called, eyes caressing my face in a way that I so badly wanted for his fingers to instead. "Tell me to stop." I gulped, the words frozen on the tip of my tongue. "Cora, tell me now." He repeated, growing more agitated as his gaze moved down to my mouth. "I can't." I said honestly, shoulders dropping in defeat. That was the only confirmation he needed before he crashed his lips to mine. *** The story of a girl who's been putting up a wall for as long as she can remember, and a boy who will stop at nothing until he brings it down.

It was rumored that a beast lived in the shadows, he was known as the sex beast long before a battle went down and after that, he was known as the scarred beast who preyed on females in heat. No female had ever survived his wrath, or bore his mark. Except for one. Lilliana never thought what she would come across on one fateful night where she felt more hornier than ever. Once marked by the beast, everyone frowned upon her and she was ruined until the beast appeared again, claiming her as his. 18+ (Jumps into action real quick!)

Skye Miller had always been mine ever since she was 15 years old girl but I understand she was too young for a man like me so I had to lay low. But now She's grown and I'm back and I'll do anything and I mean anything to bound her to me.

The window was open as always. I looked around the room until my eyes landed on her. I smirked and walked towards her bed. I could read everyone's mind, everyone's thoughts but hers. I put my hand on her cheek and whispered, "Been hanging out with Gus lately? I know I shouldn't be jealous, or mad. I despise your kind, but you Saraphina. Your different. I hate you but ... something pulls me to you."