"Before I show you who I am, I want you to remember what you're fighting for," Aide replied cautiously and gave them all a piercing stare. "Keep an open mind." "Just tell us, lad," Hanke snarled impatiently and bobbed his sword. "Brace yourselves," Aide said as he slowly reached for his hood. Emaia's heart pounded vigorously in her chest, so loudly, she feared people could hear. This was it. She would finally see the face of her rescuer, the face she had so longed to see. Aide gave them all one last lingering look before he closed his eyes. "Your whole world is about to change." He punctuated his sentence by pulling off his hood. The entire crowd gasped and all readied their weapons, as long silver hair burst free from the cloak and long slender ears appeared. It was impossible, Emaia thought. They had been extinct for decades. But there was no denying it. She looked at the man who had rescued her a few nights ago, and remembered him as charming and valiant. It all made so much sense now-why he could do, what he could do. He was an elf. And not just any elf. - A Northern Elf.

• MATURE STORY • Sydney couldn't help but give her best friend curious eyes after that encounter, watching the stunning man walk away from the corner of her eyes. She saw how he stopped to stare at her best friend. "Care to explain?" she asked, a small smile beginning to erupt. "We're just friends, barely friends even." Grace told Sydney. "But 'just friends' don't look at each other like that, Grace." ♡♡♡♡♡ Grace Sinclair is a sweet, gentle, florist. She owns her own little flower boutique named 'Daisy-Chains'. Ares is the War of God, he's the James Dean of Olympus, angry eyes and deliciously sinful. Zeus, his father, has had enough, demanding for Ares to start acting like the God that he is, Zeus demands marriage, preferably with Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. Ares decides to pull a classic move on the day of his wedding, 'the run away Groom'. He soon finds himself down on earth in a small little flower store where he meets the temptress he had no idea he'd been waiting for. Grace knows Ares is devastatingly handsome, charming and confident. He is also a conceited, hedonistic playboy, who knows no boundaries. Grace desperately does not want to be attracted to him, but she can't control the overwhelming effect he has on her. Every instinct is telling her to run, to protect herself, so she does, but Ares is not so willing to let her go. He wants her and is determined to have her. She knows she's heading for heartbreak, but how can she run when he won't let her? ♡♡♡♡♡ "I'm going to ruin you. I"ll be your first, and I'll fuck you so thoroughly that I'll be your last, too. You won't want any other man after I've gotten my hands on you. Every last inch of you. You're mine." "I hate you!" she screamed, her eyes lighten with a fierce rage, tears streaming down her face, her fists throwing themselves at his chest repeatedly. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." she cried. "S'agapo." he whispered, gently wiping her tears away.

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[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."

Injured, terrified, and on the run, Kisa never expected salvation to come wrapped in tattoos, scars, and steel. When she crashes-bloody and unconscious-into the garage of Slater Wylde, a brooding mechanic with a body built for sin, she wakes to more than just safety. She wakes to obsession... Slater is rough. Dangerous. Addictive. Precisely the kind of trouble she should run from, but his touch feels like protection and devotion. With Kisa's past still haunting her, she decides to lie low and enjoy a little bit of pleasure from the hands of a Wylde. There's only one problem: Slater has no intention of letting her go. Sometimes, the deadliest remedy comes with oil-stained hands and a possessive streak that burns through the soul.

He's undercover. She's under him. All the pieces to Carrie's life were finally falling into place. She had a great career, a handsome fiancé, a house of her own. Everything was perfect until she met sexy, seductive Nick Granger, her fiancé's new coworker. Nick is as intriguing as he is charming, and though Carrie's never cheated once in her life, she finds it nearly impossible to resist him. When a supposed-to-be one-night stand turns into an ongoing affair, Carrie finds herself trapped between marrying the man she thinks she loves and leaving him for the man she can't say no to. But when her fiancé's secrets start to unravel, Carrie discovers he isn't the perfect, faithful man she thought he was. However, Nick has secrets as well. EXCERPT: "Nick," the man said with a flirty smile, taking my hand in his and pressing his lips to the back of my hand, lingering momentarily and then letting go. I felt my face heat up and suddenly wished I'd piled on the foundation so that no one would notice how extreme the blush creeping up my cheeks was. "Nice to meet you," I said quietly, hoping my voice didn't really sound as shaky to everyone else as it did to me. "Likewise," Nick said, keeping his eyes locked on mine. I started to wish I had worn a dress that wasn't so revealing. I loved this dress because it showed off my figure and my cleavage perfectly and made me feel like a model. But under Nick's stare, I felt naked, and by the looks of his smirking expression, he probably wished I was. © 2017 Evergreen Books. All rights reserved. Warning: This novel contains graphic sexual encounters and strong language. Reader discretion advised.

•His Smirk Was Charming Yet Cunning• •His Eyes Held No Emotions• •His Skin Was Embelished With Tattoos• •His Every Scar Told The Story Of His Past• •He Was The Devil; Presented As An Angel• ~~Elijah Knight Was Back For Good, And This Time He Would Get His Revenge.~~

VERY SLOW UPDATES Copyrights © PLAGIARISM IS NOT ACCEPTED In a world of big scary guys with guns, chicks, and drugs there really was no hope for a normal life Ophelia desperately wanted. Her successful and feared leading father had been the cause of endangering her, being his weakness. Her father assigns her to a guard. But what happens when Ophelia Maxwell gets a little too cosy with her big, over demanding, serious hunk of a bodyguard. Is she safe? Or potentially putting herself in more danger. Contains: Course Language, Mature Scenes, Appropriate 16+ Disclaimer: This is a Romance Story, therefore basing on the two main characters of this book. All the action would only partake as a sub-plot. So if you are looking for a more action genre book, this is not the one. Also as I started writing this book when I was 15, some of the chapters are dodgy but I do hope in the future that I may edit and fix them!! Enjoy!

Every Father scowls at him. Every Mother prays from him. Every boy hates him. And every girl stays away from him. Because he was Link Dane. That one boy who seemed even more messed up than imaginable. And then there's Orianna, who wishes she could do all of those above and forget he ever existed. But she can't. Simply because Link Dane has secrets that will end her in all ways possible. And he's back to fuck Ori up. © 2015 All rights reserved Cover by @radteens

"Cinderella had till midnight, I have twelve kisses to win back my prince's heart," John wants Metilda to end their marriage.He believes that he has fallen in love with another woman. Metilda agrees but she has one condition. John must kiss her every afternoon in-front of their son for twelve days. On the 12th kiss, something unexpected happens. highest rating so far #1