Cecily's blade swung, hitting its mark as always. The man's arm fell to the cold grass of the prison with a familiar thud. He let out a blood curdling scream. A warning to the rest. Stay away, the Hunter is here. That's the name they'd given her, the Hunter. After she cut off the man who tried to rape hers masculinity, they stayed away. She'd made it clear anyone who tried to touch her would be hunted and slaughtered. Cecily kneeled down, pushing the man's face into the dirt so she could use his back as a seat while she trifled through his belongings. "You're hurting my ears," she told him, no remorse in her voice. "Quiet down before I really do kill you." The man but his lip, well aware that she wasn't lying. Sobs shook him, making for an uncomfortable seat. She, however, didn't particularly feel the beed to kill him. It happened, not often, but it did. "Oh, hush up," she hissed, taking out a bag of rations with her metal hand, "it doesn't hurt that bad." With her good, human hand, she dropped the plastic bag of food into her own bag. She pushed up, off the man back. As she was about to walk away, bag slung over her shoulder, brushing against her autumn colored braid, she turned back to him. "Consider yourself lucky," she said, no hatred in her voice, there never was. "Consider yourself lucky that you didn't do anything stupid. And even luckier if one of the scum bagged criminals in here feel a little light in their hearts and help you. Consider yourself luckier if you die there." With that, her old black and white Nike sneakers carried her off into the brush of the huge prison.

Copyrighted 2017 *Completed* Highest rankings: #6 in Werewolf #1 in Wolves #3 in Featured He was said to be powerful, the most powerful of them all. A king of kings- a dark king. Complete control. He needed it- thrived on it. He was power, he was dark, and he was beautiful. They say he was a descendant of the first wolves- of shapeshifters so fierce they could kill with barely a glance. He was respected, revered. Feared. The King of the North. And we were the idiots sneaking into his territory. *Not your typical werewolf book* --please reframe from hateful comments directed at me or other readers who enjoy the story. *This book has no sexually mature scenes and is PG-13* *This book has nothing to do with The Game of Thrones, and is not a fanfic of any kind*

A reclusive crown prince appoints a common thief as his bodyguard, plunging them both into deadly intrigue, court scandal, and most dangerous of all: love ***** Blue Sanlanh was a common thief rotting in a dungeon until Prince Camleang Bo takes a shine to her-and appoints her as his personal bodyguard. Blue has no use for royals, but she does have use for their money. But she quickly realizes that the most dangerous aspect of the Anachakar Court isn't the assassination attempts, vicious gossip, jousting tournaments, or masquerade balls... ... it's Prince Bo, because his threat isn't to her life--it's to her heart. ★ 2017 Watty Awards Shortlist ★ 1st Place Romance Winner of Wattpad Oscar Awards CONTENT WARNING: This story contains strong language, period-typical violence, sexually explicit scenes, and discussions of abuse.

In which a teenage girl sets her sights on the mafia don, and innocently seduces him. . . . . . . . . . . She gets what she wants because no one dares to refuse the Principessa. But when they can't give her the one thing she wants, she gets it herself. . . . . . . . . . . 19 year old Giana is beautiful, sweet and convey's innocence. Giana is also bratty, spoiled and manipulative. What happens when she's sent to live with La Famigilia after her own family dies? She craves the one man she can't have. The man that is to take care of her. The man that will always give her what she wants, yet the same man that tells her she can't have him. But like the brat she is, she doesn't listen. . . . . . . . . . . - Forbidden romance - Age gap - Dark mafia romance - Explicit sexual content Highest Ranks #1 in Spoiled #1 in Seduction #1 in SpoiledBrat

*A reverse-harem fantasy romance* The female decline was swift. Birth rates dropped at an alarming rate, and within years, men across all realms grew restless and aggressive. Their desperation led to women being collected at birth and sold at auction, and humans gradually became one of the most sought after. Parents began hiding their daughters, birthing and stowing their females underground in a desperate attempt to keep them safe. Charlotte is one of them. Hidden from the men who would tear her family apart to get to her, she's accepted that she'll live her entire life within the thick walls of her childhood home. When the human government permits a large-scale raid, Charlotte is one of the unlucky women caught. Forced out of hiding and thrown into the home of three powerful demons, Charlotte must learn how to stay alive in a world she's only experienced through stories from her parents.

As an immortal war brings humankind to the brink of destruction, the hope for freedom begins to fade to dust. Mortals everywhere ache for liberation, to rid themselves of the shackles binding them to the undead for 29 years of their lives. But one man refuses to turn away from the vampire assigned to him at birth. He is a consort - the last consort... ...and it is in his hands where the fate of mankind now rests.

What would the divorce heiress do if she's constantly crossing paths with her ex-husband lately? Sapphire St. Clair always dreamt of fairytales that's why when the Greek hotel tycoon, Loukas Spiridakou, swept off her feet she thought they going to have their own happily ever after. But she must know better that there's no such thing as real-life fairytales. Their marriage only lasted one year before they call it a quit. Now two years after their divorce Sapphire somehow gets over their separation and is ready to move on with her life without the only man she'd ever loved. But how can she forget their all-consuming desire for one another when lately everywhere she turns it seems that her gorgeous ex is there.

Eyes as black as night, a voice as soft as silk. "I will find you. Everything will be alright." Emily doesn't know who he is or why he invades her dreams each night. Yet, he is the only source of comfort in her very tragic life. Unfortunately, dreams are just, well, dreams. One gloomy morning, however, a mysterious stranger appears out of nowhere, offering his help. Under normal circumstances, Emily would refuse to accept it, but the man's onyx eyes are so oddly familiar. What begins with a promising encounter that gives Emily hope gradually turns into a nightmare she cannot wake up from. Note: Contains mild depictions of abuse. I try to update at least once a week.