"Let me go, you sick, twisted, bastard!" I seethed through gritted teeth. I felt an uncontrollable amount of fear rake over my body. I soon began to shake. The fear that I pushed aside was bubbling up in my stomach, and I felt like I was going to yak. I swallowed the urge to do so, and gritted my teeth. Trust me, I wanted to yak all over this pretentious asshole. "Sorry kitten, not ever going to fucking happen." He said carelessly as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His eyes were fixed on the dark road ahead of us, the road I surely didn't want to die on. "I'm not your fucking kitten!" I hissed. "Now let me out of this fucking car before I rip your balls off and shove them down your thr-" Before I could even finish my sentence the car swerved to the side of the road and came to a sudden stop, immediately sending me flying into the dash. My forehead collided with the roughness of the dash. I slowly pulled away and tried to sit back up, a small groan escaped my mouth as I rubbed my now bleeding forehead. I heard him rustling around, but couldn't see much due to the black spots in my vision. I heard the sound of something popping open and the sound of liquid being poured. I rubbed my head painfully and blinked several times. "Tell me kitten," I heard him say slyly. "Does this smell like chloroform?" He chuckled. Emily Watts, twenty years old and living alone in LA, due to her parents being drunken assholes. She had barely any money to her name, and worked at a small diner, trying to earn some money. Emily's life was in a constant loop, work and sleep. Until it was turned upside down when she meets the most powerful Mafia boss in Los Angeles. Luca Adorno. Will Emily be able to survive his ruthless tendencies? NUMBER 1 IN #HOSTAGE - 08/02/20 NUMBER 1 IN #KIDNAP - 09/07/20 Completed in 2019. (IN NEED OF AN EDIT)

Despite living thirty miles from London, Anabelle Latimer knows her chances of finding a husband in their sleepy village are as thin as cook's white soup. Then she discovers a kindred spirit in Mr. Fielding, the intelligent and handsome new steward from Blackwood Hall. It was a great shame that his position in life was so below her own, for he was exactly the sort of man she would have wished to marry. Anthony Fielding, tired of being the target of the ton's marriage-minded mothers, hopes to spend a relaxing week shooting and fishing in the country. Yet upon his arrival at Blackwood Hall he discovers an estate in chaos, and a friend in desperate need of help. He is quick to offer his knowledge and expertise, unaware that his generosity will have unexpected repercussions. The Steward of Blackwell Hall is a traditional Regency romance of approximately 66,000 words.

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.

"𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚?" "𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙒𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙢𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙣. 𝘼 𝙙𝙚𝙗𝙩 𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙥𝙪𝙣." What if the sweet miller's daughter did not guess the name of conniving Rumplestiltskin? Captured as a mere infant, taken away from her parents and raised isolated from the world. Ostara Stiltskin became suspicious of her heritage when she shared no traits with her Goblin-like father. To end her suspicions, he gifted her with the priceless gift of magic when she turned 17. When Ostara's control over her magic lessens, he sends her away to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But what events will unfold when Ostara meets a power hungry teenager, with a talent for charming others? Will she discover her true heritage? And at what price? Rankings: 1. In Folktale - 03/10/2022

Briar Emeralds was not a witch. Although that is what she seemed to most, she was a faerie. But living in a world where the fae were now extinct, Briar knew she must not share her secret. However when she is thrown into a magic school with wizards and witches in the 1940's, she meets a young, cunning and handsome Tom Riddle, who may just want to use her to his own advantage. Rankings: #1 in Dark Arts - 31/10/2021 #1 in The Fae - 9/01/2022 #1 in Lord Voldemort - 4/02/2022 #1 in Tom Marvolo Riddle - 22/02/22 #1 in Tom Riddle - 24/02/22 #1 in Pure-blood - 11/03/2022 #1 in Faeries - 18/03/2022

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

In which the sun polar the moon and chaos parts in the midst of it. "Are you my sweet witch or Nott's pretty girl, Clarke?" Draco grinned as she bucked her hips, inching herself closer on his lap. Isla smiled, provokingly and she brushed her lips against his, holding her stare in Theodore's from across the room. Leaning in as she whispered, "Both." ____ A Theodore Nott & Draco Malfoy fanfiction with a bunch of messy plots. Trigger warnings. This book contains mature content such as sexual scenes, sometimes heavy and violent sexual scenes, violent actions, toxicity, alcohol, the use of nicotine, and foul language. All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. ____ I do own Isla Grace Clarke, Mila Walker, Leo, and Ava Green, along with the plots created by me, but other than that, I do not own any of the characters/events in this book. All credits go to J.K Rowling.

The Mysterious New Girl. I Can't Fall In Love With Her. But It's Too Late For That. I Think I Already Have. ~ I felt a strong hand grab at my wrists stopping me in my tracks. I took a deep breath and it consisted only of his perfume. I didn't turn around. I wasn't going to. His grip tightened and I felt my wrists shaking as I turned my head to match his eyes. "Good girl." ~ ~The tears trickling down my chin fell off the tower, never knowing when they'd hit the ground. I grasped onto the back of my hair tugging it down wanting to go back in time. Wanting to stop him when I still had the chance to. "But you promised."~ She Doesn't Know Everything. And She Can Never Find Out. Hey! Beware the Draco in this story is incredibly rude and evil. He always keeps his mean side but we end up loving him for all his faults and imperfections. Lastly, this is my first book, and I really didn't take it too seriously, so please know it get a little better as it goes on and I have another similar book on my page for you to check out. Lots Of Love - T ❤

He stared at me for a minute longer, tilting his head to the side as he watched me. For the first time I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted him to lean in and press his lips against mine, to touch me and completely devour me right here, on this damn desk. I know he was aware I was thinking this - the way he was looking at me with his eyes tracing down at me, he was an excellent legilimens. Love and hate are both rooted in passion, so what's the difference?

Platinum Blonde hair, aristocratic features, cold hands gripping her thighs, sweet nothings, vulgar words and moonlit eyes showing how badly he would be damned for her. Annalise wanted all of it. She never wanted anything this bad. She never asked for anything than to wake up with him every morning. She never expected to fall for her nemesis. She never expected to fall for someone who's afraid of falling. She never expected to fall for a boy with traumas. She never expected to fall for the boy who had hurt her. She never expected to fall for her roommate. But she did. And now it's fucking her up. ◆ Warning: Matured Content, suitable for readers above the age of 17. It includes harassment and vulgar use of words, I suggest you read it at your own risk.