How Does The 'Demonic Pornstar System' Work?

Ashley, the want to be alone outsider, can't believe what hit him when he met Austin, the goodlooking, nice soccerstar. Which leads to a marathon of emotions and some secrets from the past.

Daphne disguses herself as a masked pornstar called Ginger kitty, touching herself online and squirting in front of the camera to make money and pay for her brother’s terminal illness. Luck shines on her when she gets a scholarship to the prestigious Majesty Academy, an elite school for the richest kids from different packs. Daphne couldn’t be more elated, but her life takes a dramatic turn when she catches the eyes of Laken, the hot and most eligible boy in school. Things get even more interesting when her young professor gets obsessed with her and will do anything to make her his. Caught in a whirlwind of both men, Daphne tries to navigate her way through school and hide her secret life as a pornstar. Trouble comes knocking when she discovers she is from a rare blood line of wolves who can unlock a cherished artifact and Majesty Academy is not what it seems. With darkness, murder, black magic and betrayal thrust at her, how will Daphne navigate life with the school’s evil board of directors and deal with the men who would do anything to have her?

The useless, untalented, plain-looking, and spoiled Fourth Prince of the Imperial family is the black sheep of the imperial family especially compared to his respected and talented siblings. But when tragedy strikes the Imperial family he is forced to take upon danger in assisting and leading the remains of the Forbidden army to rejoin its General his Second Brother with his identity concealed. All the while secretly practicing Demonic Cultivation in secret to avoid being disowned. Also nursing his unrequited love for the cold God Of War, the revered General Fan. His Trials and Tribulation has begun.

That guy, he's her roommate. But also a demon in human skin, so sinful and so wrong she had no idea what he was capable of. That girl, she's his roommate. But also an angel in disguise, so pure, so irresistible and so right he felt his demon ways melting. Aelin and Laurent walk on a journey, not together but still on each other's side. Both leading each other to their destination unknowing and Knowingly. Complicated and ill-fated was their story.

Grace Hammond lost the most important person in her life, her grandmother, Juliet. Left with little beyond a failing farm and not much clue how to run it, she's trapped-- either she gives up three generations of roots and leaves, or she finds some help and makes it work. When a mysterious letter from Juliet drops a much needed windfall in her lap, Grace knows she has one chance to save the only place she's ever called home and posts a want-ad.The knight that rides to her rescue is Robert Zhao, an Army veteran and struggling college student. A first generation Korean American, Rob is trying desperately to establish some roots, not just for himself, but for the parents he's trying to get through the immigration process, a secret he's keeping even from his best friends. Grace's posting for a local handyman, offering room and board in exchange for work he already loves doing, is exactly the situation he needs to put that process on track.Neither is prepared for the instant chemistry, the wild sweet desire that flares between them. But life in a small town isn't easy. At worst, strangers are regarded suspiciously, and at best, as profoundly flawed-- and the Hammond women have a habit of collecting obscure and ruthless enemies. Can their budding love take root in subtly hostile soil and weather the weeds seeking to choke them out?

A dark and gloomy villa stood in the middle of the barren landscape, hidden from sight by a perched hedge. It was phenomenal and spectacular, but it makes it appear to have succumbed to a sullen and ominous atmosphere, both inside and out. A lanky hedge and gnarled shrubs give off the impression that the house has indeed been overlooked. The rainstorm seeping from the sewer pipes made the place appear miserable and dispirited. Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping. People have claimed that the residence was plagued by the witch who died there, but there has been no tangible evidence to substantiate their claims. It was even widely speculated that the villa was venomous and mowed down the leaves of trees that come into direct contact with its concrete pillars. People also construed a terrifying presumption that whoever tries to enter the house will never make it out alive because there is something inside that you would never dare to see with your very own eyes. Whatever was real or not, it was unmistakably foreshadowing, exponentially cold and savage at a hundredth of a thousand glances. A breathtaking doll sat competently on a rocking chair inside the house. Waiting complacently for someone brave and heroic enough to unravel the abominable and ghoulish mystery and paradox behind her enchanting, spine-chilling smile.