There's something killing the alphas around Maviz, planet of the werewolves. Dallas Crane is the best and number one officer in the Peace Force and Investigation Team - he loathes that his omega status makes people want to walk all over him and so he takes it as a challenge to anyone on a higher status. Then he meets Markus Rowan and the younger alpha seems to bring out the omega just begging to be free from within him. Brendon McKelly wants every alpha on the planet to die in a hole. In fact, he would personally stab and gut every single alpha if he could and this fact doesn't really make him a good candidate for the recent happenings in Maviz seeing that he works as the right-hand of the Chief Medical examiner in the hospital. But Spencer Smith is adamant to prove to him that not all alphas are THAT bad. Tom Hanson is just your average omega, going through life day by day in a boring, monotonous routine until Chris ends up on the doorstep of his isolated home in the north while he's on the brunt of his heat. Chris doesn't remember anything but his name and flashes of a lab and other things that don't make sense but over time; Tom realizes that this strange alpha might just be the key to what exactly is out there killing alphas and perhaps also the key to his heart. - Copyright © 2014 Viano Oniomoh All rights reserved.

It was the time of Prince Regent's rule on England when in the relatively small village of Bedfordshire, an impoverished companion-the daughter of an inconsequential vicar fell in love. But here was the catch. Who she fell in love with was no ordinary lad. He happened to be a grand Duke. This Duke was not only above her station and her employer but was also betrothed. She can neither act on her attraction towards him nor can she put the man out of her mind. So what will happen to this improper companion? Will she have her very own fairytale or will reality crush her dreams and hopes?

In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade

"You make me want to keep dancing, even when the music stops." • • • Ever since her father died of a stroke while she was dancing for him, Fiona has been afraid to dance in front of others. She closed up her talent behind locked doors and only dared to dance to the mirror; There was nobody she could hurt when she was alone. So what happens when the mirror suddenly reveals another person that catches her as she's about to lose footage in a pirouette? Someone who dares her to dance with him, to step outside her comfort zone. Life-happy Adam sees a lost but gifted girl, afraid to show her talent. Her life has been standing still for so long, she's turned into a dancer without movement. So what does he make her do? He makes her pirouette.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."