*COMPLETED* My head bowed in a heavy mannor, not in respect, but in trepidation. I discern his unwavering gaze over my ill silhouette. "Look at me." I opened my eyes, though it made no difference. Black is still black, all I am left with are my four senses. He will kill me if I don't look. He will kill me if I do. He will look into my sightless eyes and see my futile existence isn't worth living. He will kill me, and he will be doing the pack a justice by it. He growls a low, throaty snarl to warn me about disobeying an alpha. There will be consequences, we both know that. His lingering growls let me know he is not going to allow me to contravene his word. I steadily inch my head upwards, visibly shaking everywhere else. Maybe he won't notice my depthless eyes from across the gazebo. My life depends on it. "You're blind." ~ Monet was born into a particularly prestigious area of her wolf pack, to parents of extremely high standards. Her legacy is to become the packs next healer, but when she was born completely devoid of melanin, all her mated parents saw was a disappointment. Being born an albino wolf pup meant a lot for Monet, but it mostly meant her condition had taken her eyesight along with it. What happens when Monet meets the Alpha of a neighboring pack? Will he accept her for what she is? ~CONTENT WARNING~ This book contains depictions of physical abuse, foul language, and upsetting scenary. This book is in no way, shape, or form glorifying domestic abuse of a parent or partner. This book is intended for individuals who feel at odds with their self due to their uniqueness. It is meant to shine light on those who differ from the majority; conquering, and overcoming those who lessen them for what makes them special. ~ Word count at completion date: 33,915 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

In a world where 'Soulmates', otherwise known as Darlings have the exact same branding over their heart's given to them by the government as babies you'd think there would be less heartbreak but some don't ever meet their Darlings, usually due to a death so they couple with someone else who never found theirs either, known as a Platonic. Poppy Hart is twenty two and running out of time to find her Darling. When she fails to do so, she is assigned a Platonic, her best friend West who has also lost his Darling. Three years later when the government allocate Poppy a job at Hellbound Maximum Security Penitentiary as a guard, she discovers her long-lost Darling is violent inmate Hex Rose and everything she thought she knew is turned upside down in a matter of seconds. *mature & language warning*

[MATURE CONTENT] Have you ever wondered, what happens when a blood thirsty psychopath wants to get a therapy session just for the sanity of a name which leaves a trail wherever he goes. And what happens when that therapist wants nothing more but for him to sink his dick deep inside her to quench that undying lust against the line of her career. ***** "Say my name flower." Hoisting her smooth legs on his waist violently thrusting into her pussy as she bites her lips holding down the huge ball of moans just to taunt the green eyed Russian. Her client. "Never." Saying affirmative, Rosie swears in mockery not understanding the more she dares the psycho, the more hungry he gets for her. With that, a devilish grin crosses his face looking down at her lying on the table squirming hard obviously holding herself back from giving the tattooed man thrusting hard, deep, fast and so fucking good her brains melted, lost in the expertise of him inside of her. But no, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her loving every thrust he gives her sopping wet pussy until he accepts he needs her just as much as she needs this psycho. Softly, he whispers sucking her earlobe that has her toe curling and her pussy dripping. "By the end of the day I will have you moaning, begging and screaming my name flower, because you are mine. Fucking mine." **** Mature content Violence Mature romance 18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

17 year old Grace Miller went camping one time, ONE TIME and now her life has been turned upside down. Again. Grace has finally gotten her life back to normal, while doing her best to hide up her past with attitude and stubborness. Grace doesn't live by anyone else's rules besides her own. That is, until she meets him. Luca Anderson is cold and deadly. He is known by others as savage. Luca never believed in love and thought it was only for the weak. He craves control and power over others, nobody dares go against him, except for a young teenage girl named Grace. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . HI! This is my first ever written story, there will definitely be mistakes so go easy on me please. This is kind of the cliche cruel alpha and human love story.

"Knock, knock. Let the Devil in." -Eminem ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ "Who are you?" My voice cracked in fear. "You know who I am," he whispered. Lucifer, Satan, the Devil. Different names for the same person. Allyson Jacobs believes the devil isn't real. However, she's had plenty of encounters with her landlord to know the woman must be a spawn of Satan. It's not until she looks death right in the face that she realizes how real the Devil actually is. On Earth, he prefers to be called Lucas. Close enough to the real name right? One night, he witnesses a horrific crash that flips his whole world upside down. But, Allyson learns quickly that the temptation and lure of Lucifer is not all she thought it would be. *By the way, this book does not turn out how you think it will*

You can say that Sunday looks good in orange, and she wouldn't argue that. In fact she support that statement with the notion that she is under lockdown 24/7. And never allowed to be alone. Being the daughter of a Mafia leader sucks. Till it doesn't. ~~~~~~~ "This one is...different father" My observation earns the attention of my new body guard. "That's because he is" my fatther said paying me no mind. Neither did I to him, because my eyes were now trained on my new SHADOW. "His name is Jake. He will go everywhere you go. Don't run this one away will you?" Jake wore a mask that covered mostly all his face, with exception of his eyes. HIS EYES, were a silvery grey. HIS eyes were all too SERIOUS for me. Oh Jakey...we are going to have some...FUN

I looked out of the window and instantly felt nervous. Mostly because he was blocking my view of the rain. I looked at him adjusting my vision of him. I took another bite of my broccoli leaving a small bit of cheese on my lips. He leaned over licking cheese from my lips. "Well I guess you aren't as shy as I thought you were. I mean apart from being a complete creep and all." I said chuckling nervously. He didn't laugh. I took another bite of my food. "You're a witch?" He asked. -It's been 13 days since I've summoned my incubus.- -I was one who believed in ghosts and all the rest of the creatures or beings of light and dark which existed in other realms.- -But I didn't really think that I would be lucky enough to manifest a being into my reality. -