(18+) *Complete/Unedited* Nova Bara is a twenty-three year old mix breed. Between necromancy and vampirism, she belongs to no one but herself. At least, until someone shows up at her door asking for her help. (18+ for graphic sex, language, and violence) ***** Rankings: #1 Paranormal Romance - 03/21/2022 #1 Omega - 03/18/2022 #1 WerewolvesAndVampires - 01/05/2022 #1 Necromancer - 11/27/2021

❝Three dragons and their naughty little pet.❞ There's a rule in piracy - never fuck with the Dragons because they burn you alive. Literally. I'm not a fan of following rules, especially when the Dragons' hoarding obsession makes them the wealthiest patrons. I shouldn't be surprised when I'm kidnapped by the dragons upon failing to fulfil my end of an important deal. As if my luck couldn't be more of a bitch to me, I get kidnapped by none other than the three Dragons from one of the most powerful clans in the Arctic- Radrox, Ivret and Zorge. Now that they have me, I must pay for my failed deal in cash or kind. But that's not what they seem to be interested in, especially with the dwindling population of dragon ladies and their dangerous obsession with me. Those three dragons are definitely going to burn me but with a different kind of fire. ~ It can be read as a stand-alone book. Themes: slow burn, some BDSM, smut (loads of it), dirty talking, knotting, breeding, reverse harem, romance, kink exploration, action, world-building and a purely character-driven plot with wholesome and humorous moments :) What's not in the book? - Grape. Even though there's a power imbalance between the FL and the MLs, whatever happens between them and her involves consent. No cheating. The MLs don't do each other in this book.

FULL STORY ON PATREON- COMPLETED There are many types of witches and warlocks with varying skills and abilities in Gandheim. Being a Portaler, Healer, or Maganer will guarantee success, but the greatest of all are the Soul Wrights. With the ability to manipulate life force itself, Soul Wrights are as exceedingly dangerous as they are rare and only manifest in males. The High King Kinnut owes his position to his ability, but has maintained peace within his realms for nearly two centuries. He claims that this is due to a strict adherence to his greatest law; all Soul Wrights are put to death after a prophecy foretold the end of his reign by another. Fortunately or unfortunately for me, I showed poor magical capabilities growing up and am failing out of the Academy. Barely more useful than a human, I will be lucky to find a job cleaning sewage pipes. When Kinnut visits the Academy to eliminate the newest Soul Wright, he offers me a position in his home at Height. Not only because he could end my life with a snap of his fingers, but also because of the pressure from my family, I have no choice but to accept. Our line has always been intertwined with the King, until now. FINISHED ON PATREON HERE: https://www.patreon.com/posts/68851294

Spellbound is now published as a Paperback and E-book from W by Wattpad Books! As a Wattpad reader, you can access the Wattpad Original Edition for free at this time and the Wattpad Books Published Edition here upon purchase. ********* Gemma Fox has just inherited a haunted hotel, its two ghostly permanent residents, and a ton of trouble. The Hotel Reynard is the sleepy town of Spelling's chief attraction, and its new owner is a college dropout with commitment issues. Gemma has always loved the stories and history that surround the property--scary tales conjured by the locals to draw in tourists. But when she witnesses the inexplicable, Gemma refuses to consider the paranormal and searches for answers. She just never thought they would come in the form of hot, identical twin brothers living beneath the hotel's bell tower. When the truth begins to unravel, Gemma is forced to consider the possibility that the paranormal does exist, and it's woven into the core of the hotel, starting with Archer and Soren Hyde. Despite her skepticism, she must solve the mystery shrouding her family, hold tight to the hotel she adores, and try to resist the charms of the two mystical men haunting the Reynard. TW/CW: Sexual Content, Language, and Mention of Child Abuse

Flying away to another galaxy is part of the plan. Falling for one of its natives is not. *** "If one day you choose to leave me, I'm not sure I will let that happen. I'm not sure I will be able to let you go, I'm not sure I can accept it, and moving on." His hands are moving the thin straps of my sleeping gown, sending it to fall into a puddle around me. "I'm not sure I can use my logic not to force you with all my power to stay with me." He captures me, one hand behind my neck and the other behind my waist. "Do you understand what I'm telling you?" *** 📚 Cover by @xazraex

∞ A Wattpad Featured Story on 17 January 2018 ∞ "There are two sides of the same coin." In a dystopian society where people are discriminated by their social status, Adrastea Bones is merely a healer with a knack for inventing antidotes for fatal poisons. When the leader of the rebellion, Rhydderch Thomas, finds out about Adrastea's skill, he persuades her to his cause, despite her originally wanting to stay out of the fray. It doesn't help that Rhydderch is her soulmate due to the words on their skin. Never had she entertained the thought of finding hers, let alone the fact that he didn't seem to mind her being his that much. Journey with Adrastea as she comes to see that it always isn't good and bad and that as ruthless and manipulative Rhydderch can be, perhaps, there was more to him than she originally thought. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Just be careful of Rhydderch," he warned. Adrastea looked up at that. "Why?" she paused warily, "Is there a reason why I should be wary of my own soulmate?" He shook his head, "No, but Rhydderch is the type of person who had gone to hell and when he came back, he brought back a piece of it with him." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * soulmate trope from Tumblr | dark | inspired by the tomione ship

Callie: The past is the past, right? Or so they say, or whatever. I've let mine define me for the past five years. No relationships, no cuddling, and definitely no sleepovers. All I need is a good romp in the hay, my sex-positive radio show, and my best friend Jade. Until him. Dex. He broke the cycle of meaningless one-night stands and showed me how true love should be. He even helped me tackle my demons once and for all. Dex: She broke my heart. After four years, she cheated on me the moment she could. And the idiot I am, I call into a radio station pleading with the hosts for help on getting over the heartbreak. And the moment a goddess walked into the kitchen of my frat house offering me a beer, I took their advice. I hooked up with her, thinking that would be it. But little did I know Callie would be the center of my world if only I could convince her she was worthy. ■■ Spin-off of Sex and Writing. You don't have to read it first. ■■■ Mature. Updates weekly.

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

A jolt. A small hitch in the rhythmic beating of my heart. Dèjà vu didn't even begin to describe it. ... My heart stopped, my breath jostled forward, shock rippling through my system. It happened again. For a few precious seconds my mind froze up and, together with my body, went into a complete lockdown. It was the same each time I saw him.