Is Kincaid A Vampire In Dresden Files?

Name: Kir Bastet Age: 16 years old Species: unknown Parents: Valentine Bastet(father/deceased) Siblings: Inuharu Bastet (brother) Abilities: extent unknown Hair: Blonde Height: 6' Class: Royal Princess of Kayanadia Note: Further investigation required to determine Miss Bastet's background and abilities. Our best agent is currently undercover at Magdalia Academy, posing as a student in order to provide more information. Agent information: Classified. ---- Combat Lessons: Easy. History: What royal doesn't know that? Being investigated by a secret organization that wants to discover all your secrets: Say what?! The girl who thought going into the public and hiding from the spotlight would be simple realizes that she got it all wrong as she faces off against evil organizations, an entire species that wants her gone, and trials of love that turn her whole world upside down... Will Kir be able to make it to her coronation as queen? Or will her true identity be discovered first?

Ginny's whole life was changed forever when she was kidnapped from her bed by a vampire, never to be seen again. She starts her ''new normal'' as a simple house slave, but soon becomes the Master's lover. Days, weeks and months seem to pass by in no time at all and it's not until Ginny meets the Masters older brother that things really start to get out of hand…**Rewrite of a book series I have posted on another platform. Please read VERY important note/trigger warning before you commit to reading this book**

I work in a highly confidential government department. One day, my supervisor asked me to personally deliver a set of classified documents to my brother's company. The moment I stepped into his office, a young intern blocked my path. "So you're the new assistant?" Her eyes swept over me from head to toe before landing on the file bag in my hands. She let out a mocking laugh. "Trying to earn Mr. Sinclair's favor on your first day already? Maybe take a look in the mirror first and see what you actually are." That was when I realized she had mistaken me for a romantic rival. The problem was, my brother had never told me he had a girlfriend. I had barely opened my mouth to explain when a burning slap landed across my face. "You b*tch. The only person qualified to be Mr. Sinclair's assistant is me! As for being his girlfriend, don't even dream about it!" She grabbed my hair and splashed scalding water across my face. "At your age, already seducing men? Who knows how many people you've slept with behind the scenes." Curled up on the floor, I still clung tightly to the document bag, shielding it with my body. That only seemed to enrage her further. She ripped the bag away from me and tore the documents into pieces right in front of the entire company. Then she shamelessly turned to my brother and smiled. "Mr. Sinclair, your new assistant sure is bold. She was trying to seduce you. "But don't worry. I already taught her a lesson for you."

Never know how her love for him began... Thelma Smith, a beautiful, confident, and smart girl got her heart broken by her boyfriend. She became moody and cold since then and her mother decided to send her away to her aunt to get her mind cleared. Finding herself in the house of the richest woman in the country, Thelma was faced with many schemes, at her new school, she was cursed as a bitch behind her back because the handsome prince charming was always chasing after her. "Chasing?" Thelma thought. "If only they knew." "Where are you going?" He asked her when he saw her tiptoeing to the door. 'Did he have eyes at the back of his head?' Thelma thought with a frustrated look in her eyes. She turn back to face him and then replied with a sweet smile. "To the restroom." She thought he would be a gentleman and let her go by herself but he instead got up and said casually. "I will accompany you." Geez, where is the proud and noble school charming? She hated him for this, she hated the attention he gave her, she hated how he didn't give her enough privacy unknown to her that it was all for her sake because she knew his secret. She was in danger and he decided to keep her safe so he started sticking to her. _____ "You look so handsome" she complimented a guy. "Are you blind?" He asked her when they were alone. "No" She replied. 'Isn't that obvious?' "Then how is that guy handsome? he looks like a country bumpkin" That is the famous rapper in town now. "Are you jealous?" She asked jokingly. But then she suddenly saw his ears turn red, Wait, "Do cold-hearted, arrogant vampire blush?"

WARNING: CLASSIFIED CONTENT Filth Files is a compilation of high-heat, explicit erotic fiction intended for adults aged 18 and older. This collection contains themes that some may find challenging or offensive, including but not limited to: extreme age gaps, power exchange, non-traditional family dynamics (taboo), and group encounters. The stories within are works of fiction intended to explore dark fantasies and boundary-pushing desires. All characters depicted in sexual acts are consenting adults. This is not a love story. Filth Files is a raw excavation of the thoughts you’re too ashamed to admit you have when the lights go out. It is a curated collection of the intrusive, the "wrong," and the utterly depraved. Read with discretion. You have been warned.

“Did you do as I said?” He murmured darkly, eyes slowly running over me. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice laced with shame. Although not enough to stop me from spreading my legs wider before him. His jaw flexed, a low growl escaping his throat as he lowered himself in front of me. “Show me. I want to see how you touched yourself that night.” “Right now?” I hesitated. “Yes. Right now.” He pushed forward. “I want you to take two fingers to your mouth, lick it slowly, take it all the way down there and show me how you made yourself cum. Everything.” I swallowed, my face burning red as images of that unholy night flashed in my mind. I licked two fingers as he said, trailing it all the way down to the already sleek folds between my legs. Then I dug in, the sleeky sensation pushing my eyes close. “Open them. I want to see.” My eyes managed to part, closely followed by my mouth. My folds grew slickier the more I worked my fingers in, drawing low cries from my lips. I had to close my eyes. “Open.” He growled, rising. We locked eyes, as I widened my legs, intensely flicking my wet mound until I began to feel my legs twitch. “Do I stop? Tell me what to do,” I cried. He said nothing, just sipped the wine in his hand while I continued to pound myself deeper, crying and unwilling to get to that point as I wanted him to do it himself. I needed his fingers to replace mine. To show me how a big, bad wolf tamed his prey. Finally, he set his glass aside, leaning downwards. “You really did your assignment. Now let the king give you a fitting reward.” He smirked.