THE BEAUTIFUL THIEF

~A Kidnapper's Dream~ Once Upon A Time... There were no princesses or princes. There were no knights in shinning armor. There were no dragons to be slayed. There was a twenty-two-year-old woman named Jessalyn and it seemed like God hated her. When Jessalyn was little her parents mysteriously disappeared and a few years later she was almost murdered, but instead she was left disfigured. This was all because of the man who saved her that night, a man who left so quickly that she couldn't even see his face. Now, when Jessalyn is all grown up she's given up on everything in her life and she ends up being kidnapped. At first, Jessalyn thinks it's like Hell on Earth with her strange kidnapper, but slowly she starts to rethink it. Will Jessalyn let her emotions get the best of her? -Amazing cover by: @crazycherries Story takes places in the Victorian Era.-

UPDATE!! BOOK II: BOUND TO HIM IS NOW AVAILABLE!! NEW CHAPTER POSTED EVERY THURSDAY!!! *** It was supposed to be a simple trade off with her father but only it wasn't so simple. Not when they both were attracted to each other on levels they didn't understand. *** "What were you thinking was going to happen tonight?" I question, trying hard to conceal the surge of surprise she's brought on to me. She leans in closer to my face, her voice a seductive whisper "A one night stand". What the fuck? Is she trying to play some kind of a game with me? Because it's working, she keeps surprising me and I couldn't hate her more right now. My hand reaches out to grab her face, my cool skin feels uncomfortable over her warm cheeks. She leans into my touch, green eyes fixed on mine. "As much as I'd like to do that, I have an agenda for tonight" I pull my hand back unwillingly. "What agenda?" She looks at me as if I have grown another head. "I'm going to be honest here, I'm not taking you to have sex with you. This is a kidnapping" *** WARNING! CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, SEX SCENES, VIOLENCE! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

"You love him" she says taking me in and I look away. "Of course, you love him any girl who experienced what you did would love him" she tells me. I frown is she saying what I think she's saying that I fell in love with him because of the things I got from him. Do I look like some school girl to her? Does she even know who my family is or who I am? I shake my head stepping to her she has no idea who she is dealing with. "Let's get one thing clear nothing he gave me I can't get on my own his money and trinkets don't impress me. I'm not a school girl with a crush who's easily impressed by bright lights I have my own lights I don't need his" I tell her plainly. I look up to find Dimitri standing there watching us his golden-brown eyes taking me in and everything I was trying to fight comes rushing to the surface and tears start forming in my eyes but I dismiss it I am not going to shed a tear over him. ///////// Estella Gooden, she has always been a good girl always there for others helping out where she can; she comes from a loving family who ensured that she and her brother never wanted for anything. But as we all know high society and the lives of the wealthy and powerful is never simple or easy and love is never something that comes easy but or Estella there was only one person who caught her eyes. From a young age she has loved the guy next door he was everything she never knew she wanted and when she understood love he was all she wanted. But love is not one sided it needs two hearts not just one. Will Estella be able to get the man of her dreams to love her or is she doomed to love from a far....

Kidnapped by a psychotic vampire, 22-year-old Jessica Smith doesn't really think things could get any worse until she becomes a pawn in a vampire plot to take over the world. As war breaks out between the vampires and humans resisting them and the world begins to quickly fall to the undead, Jessica finds herself warring with herself and questioning the true intentions of the vampire who took her in the first place. With everyone she can't trust telling her things about him that make no sense and unable to trust his words either; she really has no idea who to believe in this dark world that she is now very much a part of. As time goes on, Jessica finds it harder to decide who to trust and who not to trust. But more important than that, she finds herself questioning her feelings towards the one person that she knows she shouldn't trust or love. Excerpt "It'll be a cold day in hell before I willingly become your slave." I spat. "Well, you better get your coat on, Jessica... because you're already in hell, and it's definitely a bit nippy, don't you think?" he smirked. *Note: this takes place in the same world as "Everything I Never Wanted". It's a prequel of sorts, but it can also standalone*

"Crap, sweetheart," Pat's voice was tinged with regret, even as he cupped her face with both hands and began to dust kisses on all the available skin he could find, "I didn't mean to make you cry." Helen sniffled, bringing her hands up to wrap her fingers around his wrists. "I don't think I'll ever deserve you," she confessed, "but I do love you." And how could she not? Pat was more than she could have ever hoped for in a partner. Pat's movements stilled, and he left his lips hovering just over her own. "We'll have to work on the first part of that statement," he mumbled. "The second part, however . . . well, I'm glad, sweetheart. I love you too." And she knew he truly did. *** Helen is proud to be a journalist; she's prouder still to be the writer of her city's favorite advice column. She is not proud, however, of her troubled past, or the fact that she can't get in a car without having a panic attack. And then she meets Pat, who is both a trustworthy chauffeur and one of the sweetest men she's ever known. Between finding new love, healing old wounds, and worrying about a recent murder, how's an advice columnist to cope? *** The rest of this story can be read for free on my website: ardewler.com (no account needed, since making accounts is bleh)

I'm working every waking hour. You'd think that smuggling would pay better, but nothing has been easy since the war. I can't go on like this. I need someone to take the load off my shoulders. I need a slave. --- Robert has had nothing handed to him in life. Everything is a battle, and the threat of arrest is always looming. He buys a slave, and as far as he's concerned, she's nothing but an extra set of hands. But as time goes on, she worms her way into his heart. [This is not a romance.] *** Content Warning: A character of this story is a victim of abuse. I do not condone the actions of any of the characters ***

Gwendolyn was different. There was no doubt about it. She was told constantly by her friends that she had a body to die for. She was sarcastic and was never one to entertain the circus. If she had something to say she would say it. After being cheated on by her ex, exacting revenge on him, and being harrased by the younger one of her bosses, Gwendolyn manages to get a new job with the help of her Best friend working for the fearsome Xavier Wells. He was cold, distant and had a mysterious past. He had always worn dark sunglasses, even when there was no sun. Xavier found himself lost, not knowing what to do, everytime he was with Gwendolyn or if he even thought about her. His dark past taught him that people couldn't love, it was just lust or too much to drink. Until her. Gwendolyn made him feel again. Though he warned her everytime that she must not fall for him. They both fell before realizing it. Now she was his and He would not lose her as well.

(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

* Usually this would be the time that Amanda would say, 'I told you so' and right now I would give anything for her to be here. Maybe she would scold me, but I would take it. Maybe she would scream at me the whole way home, but I would take it. And maybe she would curse me, insult me and even tell mom about it, but I would take it. Rather than this. This, I didn't know what the woman was going to do to me. I obviously knew exactly what Amanda was going to do to me in this situation, but this... this moment. "What are you..." I then remembered. Shit! Those men spiked me! And as fast as it hit me, I was out. * Amanda and Brenda were not sure if Aliah was trying to ignore her past traumatic kidnapping or if she was actually way over it. With the jolly and flirtatious Aliah, it was hard to differentiate fake smiles from real laughs, pretense from true emotions. And this situation seemed to be stressing them out even more than Aliah who had insisted on letting it go. Dreams crash realities. Two similarities crash two personalities. Will you be able to tell the difference?