Paranormal

Jason Halem believed in order, tradition, and his pack. Those were his principles. He had no concern with the issues of the heart and he was just fine with being alone until he met Jasmine Calvin, the walking chaos that stumbled into his office and ended up taking more than just his secretary position. She was not a werewolf like him but that didn't stop her reign over his entire life, for she was his mate. Jasmine Calvin knew how to work a man to her advantage and she had her eyes on the wealthy cold hearted Jason Halem. He intrigued her in every sense of the word and from the moment she saw him, she knew he would not be an easy case to crack.

A Supernatural Reverse Harem. MMFMM "We're meant to be, Annabelle. You can fight the mate bond as much as you want, but it doesn't mean that we're going anywhere. We will never give up on trying to makes this work. We have always been yours and you're ours. Forever will be.."

Jules has two problems. Ever since she woke up in the forest on her Prom night, she has sleepwalked and woken up in the middle of the same forest with a knife in her hand and no recollection of what occurred the night before. Her second problem is the intense desire she has for Rowan Cross. Rowan Cross has two problems. His Halo Master, Tristan wants him to investigate the disappearance of supernatural students who have gone missing on their college campus, and he wants Jules with every fiber of his being.

He was stunned when I caressed his wounds with my mouth. "Does it hurt?" I asked, staring into his dark gaze. Amusement shadowed his eyes. "You never asked for my surname. Do you want to know?" I nodded my head, my mind wild with expectation. He cupped my face in his big hands, his glowing red gaze, boring down my bright blue ones. His voice sounded deep and breathy, "Pain. Pain is my surname. I invented pain," Jade smirked. His wounds were healing fast and I couldn't control my urge. Not caring about the consequences, I pressed my lips on his. ******** On the death of the Mage King, he betrothed Isabella to Prince Marcus on her 18th Birthday. Not having any mage powers, she was tasked to prove herself worthy of her crown, by seducing the Supreme Alpha to avenge her late father. Supreme Alpha Jade of the Moon Star Pack remained unmated at twenty-eight because of an untold legend. However, when he rescued Isabella from one of his ditches, things were bound to change when he realized that she was his mate. He doesn't want her and he won't accept her yet, he can't let her go. But what happens when he finds out Isabella's true identity and her real intention for appearing at his pack? Betrayal was punishable by death, so what does fate hold for Isabella?

I misbehaved. My knees ached from being planted on the aggressively cold floor for so long, but I would take the pain for as long as possible, if it meant gaining the Devil's forgiveness. I whimpered helplessly as the beast of a man pierced me with his cold eyes, ever so subtly patting his strong thigh twice. "D-daddy please-" My pleas were unfinished and went unheard as he continued to pick up the black paddle from his desk and roll up his sleeves. "Don't waste my time, angel." He muttered gruffly, the depth of his well matured voice making every fibre of my being to tremble. "Bend over daddy's lap and receive your punishment, princess." "Y-yes daddy." For her he'd slaughter a nation and drag many to Hell. The Devil has had his eyes on Vanessa since he met the innocent, untainted angel. His Angel. He'd do anything to keep her, to feel her impeccable skin under his impure fingertips, to kiss and stain the luscious lips of an angel with sin and to ruin her innocence and carve his name into her soul. And she's not just about to resist him. When an innocent, naive, little angel mingles with the step-father from Hell.

J'étais innocente et inconsciente de tout, malheureusement insuffisant pour m'épargner, les ténèbres les plus obscures qu'on puisse imaginer ont pris possession de moi et la persécution était à son paroxysme. La foi, la persévérance et la patience ont été mes armes de combat les plus redoutables pour ma survie. Je me nomme Jessie Oyenga et voici mon histoire.

Sophia Parks, a kind woman is unknowingly marked by her ex-boyfriend Vincent Mathis. After almost being killed by him and scarred horribly. Sophia runs from her past to a small town, hoping for a new lease on life. Once there she gains the interest of Faelon, a dark angel assigned to the town to watch the reapers collecting souls. Falling in love with a human was the last thing he intended to do but Sophia is different. Sophia doesn't know that she is a demon-marked sacrifice for the demons hell-bent on causing Armageddon. A twisted tale of angels and demons and a forbidden love that is destined by the fates. A different type of love story with an imperfect female lead, a inlikely love story, trigger warnings, foul language, and intimacy 

"Truly, I am dangerous but it is nothing for you to fear." He said, tossing away the head of the vampire he had just yanked out and was still dripping with blood, while he moved closer to her. "Why?" She asked, trying her best to sound bold. "Because I am yours." *** Maybe if someone had showed Ivy what the future would hold if she decided to go to a nightclub a night before her arranged wedding, throw the word 'mine' to the first greek god she sees and have a one night stand with that stupidly rich greek god, maybe she would have just accepted her fate, stayed home and gone to her arranged wedding in the morning to pay up her father's debt. But no fortune teller had warned her and so she did all the above. Now here comes the consequences. Some are bad, some are spicy and some are just mysteriously unexpected.

~ A psychic with the ability to know your darkest secrets and fate has learnt to be hidden and isolated. Till she meets the one human that is resistant to her will and for a split moment she finds peace and maybe love alongside a broken heart. ~ A ruthless billionaire has everything he desires, in the day time. But in the night, when he dreams of a goddess, he is left lost and empty. He hires an escort to soothe his loneliness but for a CEO that always gets what he desires, he is caught up in his own mind games and what he wants drifts from what he truly desires. ~•~Excerpt: "Tell me, when I fuck you, how loud will you scream?" His breathe brushed her throbbing neck, she was tempted to touch him. "As loud as you wish sir." He groaned in irritation. "I have seen the fire in your eyes, why hide it now?" Idris glared through her soul then he chuckled almost like a pleased predator, "have you ever been to the opera?" "Yes." Her pussy was burning and soaked, her nipples were impatient and her lips desired what he offered, but Joanna hid her arousal quite well, her eyes challenged his and her shoulders stood proud. "That's how loud I'll make you beg." In between his scorching promise, he made a delicious journey with his fingers passed her short gown and her lace pants into her damp folds, slowly and seductively, drawing a starved moan from her lips. "No need to hide darling I can smell your need and no matter how much obstacle you create, I'll own you. Every inch of you." Then he added another digit, deeper and drove her wild.

After witnessing her unfaithful boyfriend with her best friend in , Isabella is kidnapped and forced to accept the fact that vampires are real and she will never be free again while nearly giving up on life. But Isabella will soon discover that she is not the human she thought she was when dark secrets begin to emerge and, for reasons unknown to her, Isabella finds herself possessively drawn to the dangerously alluring Vampire king who is entirely off limits to her. ******* I murmured, kissing him hungrily to my delight. While I was riding my waves of pleasure and pain, my claws drove into the back of his body in sweet delight. I gazed into Salvatore's eyes and saw nothing but for me. With a rush of sweet electrifying feeling crippling my body into a mountain high of buildup. My teeth dug into Salvatore's flesh, seizing the beast as mine. Prince Salvatore was mine, mine and mine alone.