Love. As 'beautiful' as love can be it hurts and bleeds. If you're unlucky you may even love the very person you know you can't have. The best friend, The distant boyfriend, The sisters friend, The brothers friend, The ex best friend, Love isn't always given back the way you gave it. Leaving you with half a heart as the person you gave your half too never gave you their half back. But what if someone else has another half to make yours whole again?

"Cora, whether you like it or not, you belong to me. You're mine! Do you understand that? I suggest you accept it because I won't allow you to decide otherwise. You see, in my world, life is like a game of chess, and darling...you've just became the queen, my main piece." "Well...It's a good thing I've never been fond of chess. In fact, I've always preferred monopoly." With that, I slammed my foot down on his, shoving him aside while running for the shut door. He was beyond mad. Looking over my shoulder, I smiled innocently up at his enraged expression and tense stance. "And luckily, I have a get out jail free card." _______________________________ C O P Y R I G H T. R E S E R V E D. Guilty for loving cliche possessiveness, control and jealousy, I decided to create my very own story involving just that. This is nothing professional or overly realistic. it's just a fun story filled with game playing, banter, romance and humour.

When the war started. We helped. We fought. Soon the humans were gone. Wiped out by us. But not before making a weapon that doomed us long after they disappeared. They invented 'Pithrax'. It killed most of us. The few that survived were hunted down, taken control of, passed around like property. Now we run, hiding in the shadows, the idea of getting caught is our own real nightmare. They took my Mum. They stole my sister. Now I run alone. I am Cecil. And I'm the last female. ****************** *WARNING: this story is based on a very animalistic future. The characters in this book are more wolf than human and act as such. This is an EROTIC SHIFTER NOVEL. So it has; mature, sexual, dark elementals and language*

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

"You said you enjoy reading books." Phoenix's voice was reduced to a whisper of seduction. He leaned over the bed, the pad of his lip tickling my ear lobe. "Well an orgasm is similar to reading a book," He placed his hand on both of my wrists bringing them together above my head. "You don't jump to the climax of a book without a build up...Not if it's done right at least." I could feel the warmth of his breath caressing my cheek. While my heart practically ripped its way through my chest. "You have to start with small, featherlight touches against the skin." His fingers steadily traveled along my arm, at an agonizingly slow pace. "Touches that leave you wanting more...Touches that leave your body aching and desperate for that painfully, exquisite relief. The beginning of the ultimate experience of pleasure." Phoenix Knight doesn't believe in love and happily ever afters. He has no time for rules or feelings, always treating women like toys to be used and thrown away. Many see him as a womanizer and an all together bad person. But after an unexpected encounter, someone finally realizes that there is more to him than what meets the eye. Scarlet Rose is just another face in the endless crowds of people, secretly struggling with her own demons. All her life, she has maintained an unremarkable and ordinary lifestyle in an attempt to blend in. And it worked, until she piques the interest of a certain someone.

| 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 | 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀 | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀 | [𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓] ━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━ "Baby, I want you to fuck me," I moan in his ear, leaving more weight on his cock that wants to come out of his pants to connect with my dripping wet pussy. I roll my hips in his lap and back and forth again, getting guttural moans from him. "I know," he whispers, kissing my neck and biting my earlobe, smiling on my heated skin. "You deserve to wait for every harsh word you told me today, you beautiful little slut. This orchid you have between your legs will feel every word you uttered on that big, beautiful mouth of yours." As soon as he spits every playful word full of lust, he pushes my hips more into his lap, forcing a whimper of pleasure to come out of my slightly swollen lips. "I'll tease you as much as you teased me for two days until you let me fuck your tight pussy." ━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━ Moving from Varna to Toronto, far away from her romanian-bulgarian family, Sasha Dimitrova is finally starting her long-awaited independent life by living with her best internet friend, Aria Wyde, a twenty-three years old red headed free soul who loves freedom taste more than her own life. A single moment took Sasha to agree with Aria's offer of going for a walk to watch the race between the king of racing and a talented newcomer. But something strikes Sasha's first meeting with the king of racing before that day ㅡ his playboy attitude. __________________________ 𝟑𝟏.𝟏𝟏.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏©𝐀𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: 𝐎𝐍-𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃'𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝑨 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 ✨ Beautiful written ✨ Have an amazing plot ✨ Consist of mind-blowing seggs scenes 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 (𝐎𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐥) ☆☆☆ 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑. Learn to 𝐑 𝐄 𝐒 𝐏 𝐄 𝐂 𝐓. It's free.

Sara expected to meet fellow bibliophiles and hearty conversations about prose and reading when she joined a local book club. Fueled with caffeine and passionate talks, she became well acquainted with her new bookoholic friends, especially with Dominic, the man with midnight raven hair and oceanic blue eyes whose charm worked on her like black magic. Though she only intended to bond platonically, she couldn't help but reciprocate his flirtatious glances and sexual innuendos when she thought no one noticed. As she found herself stuck between her poor attempt at surviving her failing relationship and her profound desire for her hot, persuasive writer, she couldn't say no when he made a generous offer she's more than willing to compromise: private writing sessions at his place. ⚠ content/trigger warning: contains mature content, sexual assault, self-harm, mentions of ED, cursing, alcohol/drugs use, emotional abuse & cheating