FREE FOR NOW! UPDATES on Monday, Wednesday, & Friday, however, if I get any extras written I will post more during the week, possibly even daily! --- His lips were softer than I thought they would be. Even the coldness of them didn't appear to be bothering me like I thought they would. It wasn't until he asked for permission to take over the kiss and run his tongue over my lips that I realized what I was doing. I was kissing a vampire! My hesitation from him leaning over and kissing me for the first time was enough for him to think that I wanted the kiss. I took him by total surprise when my hand rested on his chest and I pushed as hard as my weakened body could push. "Do you realize how easy I could end your eternal life?" I snapped at him as he pulled away from me with my hand still pressing against his chest. Even laying in this bed, weakened from almost getting all of my essence drained from my body by the Enchantress, I would still have the power to rip his head off without touching him. "You wouldn't," He said with a half smile that practically melted my heart. "Do you realize how many vampires I have killed in my life just because they looked at me?" I asked him. "That doesn't mean you will kill me," He told me, still holding his half smile. --- She's powerful, she's born to protect. She kills just to kill and takes no mercy. She's the current head witch, expected to protect the humans from all supernaturals who pose a threat. She kills Demons, Vampires, Werewolves, Trolls, and any other who breaks the supernatural law. But what happens when the 1st most powerful witch in the world expects her to have an heir with one of the required bloodlines to take over as queen when she is in love with one she's expected to kill? To love a vampire...it's forbidden! Or is it? --- 18+ Adult Content

Cameron Lynn Harper is your typical college student, or is she? She quickly starts to learn that something isn't right. The timeline doesn't match up with her memory. Soon things start to happen that has her confused. Others know what happened but won't tell her or haven't met them yet. At least, she doesn't think she's ever met them, has she? A few excerpts from the story: "Your work clothes?" He asked me. "Yeah, you know, the clothes I was wearing when you saw me earlier at my work when you were begging for me to take you back? I sure the f**k wasn't wearing a nightgown, Clayton." I snapped at him and stood up from the chair. "What kind of creep are you?" I asked him before he had a chance to say anything back. "What?" He asked dumbfoundedly. "You heard me? What kind of disgusting pervert are you? To bring me home and strip me from my clothes and put me into a nightgown that I've never seen? Where the hell did this even come from?" I asked him, almost shouting, killing my head even more as I pulled at the gown with my hand. "The clothes you were in got really muddy in the alley. I didn't want to get your bed all muddy." He tried to explain but I wasn't hearing it. "This isn't even mine!" I shouted at him. "Leave!" I shouted, not giving him a chance to say anything, and pointed towards the door. "Cam, please. I would never do anything...." He started to say but I just shook my head, taking the ice pack from my cheek. "I said get out!" I shouted at him again. --- "I like you, Cam." He said to me in a slightly seductive voice causing my legs to suddenly feel weakened for some unknown reason. He slowly brought himself closer to me, so close that his lips softly grazed over mine. He felt so cold, almost deathly cold and it made absolutely no sense to me yet felt so familiar at the same time. So many things about him seem familiar yet I have no idea why. How is any of this possible? "Let me kiss you." He said softly as he moved his lips across mine softly till they pressed softly in the corner of my mouth for a kiss. "Please don't. You're scaring me," I told him in such a soft voice that I wasn't sure if he could hear me. "Don't be. I don't bite...hard." He joked as he smiled but I couldn't find the humor in what he said. --- "Claudia, what's wrong? Why did we need to come in here?" I asked her as soon as the door was closed so Cameron couldn't hear our discussion. "I know what is different with her blood." She responded in shock. "Is it because of what we did to her?" I asked her and she nodded her head. "I've never seen this happen before, probably because it's never been done before but her blood is literally a strong addicting aphrodisiac to a vampire. The scent and taste of it will be very enticing and addicting." She told me and I stood there, frozen at the words she had spoken. "What is in it to cause it to do that?" I asked her and she walked over to a chair and sat down. The fact that she had to sit down because of this, was enough for me to want to sit down with her. She was scaring me with what could be wrong with Cameron. I've almost lost her twice, technically, and I can't lose her again. "Her blood, of course, is already hybrid blood because of her genetics that involved the unicorn blood and her ancestors which already gives it its unique scent and taste but there's more. It's been altered." She continued and I sat there waiting anxiously and impatiently. Will Cameron ever learn the truth? Read to find out!

SEQUEL to "A Vampire's Heir" and "Starting Over" Can be read as a stand-alone story. The Prequels are not required to be read first. One of my highest requested stories! --- Keyara is a young woman who learns that she is not at all who or what she thought she was. She knew she was a hybrid but a human mixed with what kind of demon? What power does she hold and how dangerous could she be if placed in the wrong hands? Enjoy a snippet from the story! --- "We will make sure, but first, I want to watch her as I kill her lover," King Titus snapped as he grabbed Livius's head and ripped it from his body, all while holding his eyes on me. I screamed in pain as I fell to the floor on my knees crying. Several cold ones came running into the room to collect the head and body of Livius to take him and burn him in the big fireplace in the center of the courtyard that is used to destroy the bodies of the cold ones. I screamed when I felt the fangs of Atticus pierce through the skin of my neck as he sucked hard, pulling as much blood out as he could without killing me. Something Atticus has always done, drained me as far as he could, stopping just before death. I wished for death to claim my body one of these times. I felt my body get cold and fall into his arms as he drank the last bit before pulling away to seal the wound. --- Follow Keyara as she travels through the centuries from one King to the next. Will she ever get free? Will she stay a slave for all eternity? Will she fall in love even if love for her is forbidden? Read to find out!

The next Rising Story! --- "I am not having sex with a vampire!" I said almost shouting and standing up from the bed. "That's disgusting! That would be like laying with a corpse! Why don't you just take me back home and snatch some other girl off of the streets! I'm sure there are girls out there that are obsessed with vampires and would love to f**k one of you dead walking corpses!" I continued, not caring if what I said was hurting his feelings. I don't care anymore at all if I hurt his feelings! I don't ever want to touch him again and I don't ever want to kiss him again! I don't want to sleep with Azariah either! I shouted in my head. "I can't take you back." He said to me again. "You keep saying that! Why can't you?" I asked him in frustration and crossed my arms over my chest. "Because you are sort of it. It's in your blood." He said to me and my eyes widened in disbelief. --- I tilt my head off to the side, signaling for him to drink. I just hope I'm not making the biggest mistake of my life right now. He did tell me that this will help him but how much do I trust him? Is he going to be able to stop before he kills me? His hand slips around behind my back and pulls me closer as he puts his lips close to the skin on my neck. It's almost as if he is smelling me to make sure I'm fresh enough before he samples. I can feel his nose and lips move along my neck as if he is trying to find that perfect spot to sink his teeth into. His hot breath was moving at a slow steady pace along my skin, causing the little hairs on my body to stand up in excitement. He places a kiss just below my ear and I felt myself close my eyes. He continues to travel down my neck with kisses till he reaches the crook of my neck. A soft moan passes through my lips and just a second after, his mouth opens and I feel his razor-sharp fangs graze over my skin. --- Cameron Lynn Harper - 18yr who is just getting her life started when she discovers that she is mated to a vampire and is destined to carry a vampire baby. But what if the one who wants to impregnate her isn't her mate? What happens if she loves them both but she can only every have one vampire baby? What will happen when the King of all Vampires finds out about this rare human? What will happen when the human learns she is the mate of a vampire but that vampire isn't the Vampire King? Will she choose love and life or love and death?

Rated in the Top Romance & Dreame Best! --- "You, my dear. Are going to beg for your father. Your safety for him." He said as he pulled a chair over and sat beside the TV. "What?" I shrieked. What is wrong with this man! Does he not know who my father is! He could give 2 shits about me let alone come here and take my spot to save me. "Why don't you just ask for money?" I asked him. "He'd be more willing to pay you to keep me!" I yelled at him. He continued to walk closer to me till he was so close the gun was only a few inches from my head. "I asked you a question. Who......the hell.......are you?" He asked again growling deep in his throat. "I. um. I..... my name um." I couldn't take my eyes off of the gun that was pointing at me and it was making me loose all my education and speaking abilities. "SPEAK!" He yelled at me making me jump. "Brooklynne! Brooklynne McLin!" I screamed out as loud as I could scream. "I should shoot you now just because of who you are!" He said through clenched teeth. --- Brooklynne Jane McLin - 17yrs student who's father doesn't care if she lives or dies since her mother's death 9 years ago, has been kidnapped and held for ransom. Only to find herself in Great Britain with the man who held her for ransom! Nash Greysen Hawkins - 28yrs Great Britain mafia leader wants revenge on the man who killed his wife 3 years ago. Tries to go after him by holding his daughter for ransom, except the father doesn't care what happens to his daughter. Will love build or will his hatred kill? ***** DISCLAIMER: This is my own work.  If it sounds like any other story, that was just a coincidence.  All the characters are fictional; the story is fictional.  This is not based on any true events. This story is for entertainment purposes only, and any plagiarism will be dealt with accordingly.  Original Thumbnail BY JerzyGorecki at pixabay.com WARNING: This story contains situations that could be difficult for some readers.  There will be violence and death and adult content.  This story should NOT be read by anyone under the age of 18. This is for mature 18+

The next rising story! Rated in the top romance! This was another highly requested story by my readers. A partial spin-off of one of my most top romance stories, The Ransom! ENJOY A FEW EXCERPTS FROM THE STORY :) *** "Hey!" He must not have heard me or cared, one or the other so I yelled at him again. "Hey, tattooed asshole!" I shouted and he looked over at me and got off of his bike. "Oh, shit," I mumbled and stopped in my tracks and took a step back. "You know, you really do have a potty mouth on you. Maybe it's time I did something about that." He said in a low tone that sent chills down my spine and walked closer to me. "I, ah, I'm sorry. I didn't know your name or what to call you. You didn't respond when I was yelling hey so that......" I started to say, practically begging for my life as I spoke. "So you felt calling me a tattooed asshole would be the perfect name to call me?" He asked and stopped when he was right in front of me and I had to crank my head up to look at him. "It got your attention didn't it?" I asked and his eyes started to travel all over my body. "You don't need to call me names to get my attention." He said with a smirk as his eyes came back up from my chest to my face. *** "I'm fucked." He mumbled and I took my fist and I slammed it into his already bloodied face from Paityn's boot. He fell back and into the side of the car and I grabbed him by his jacket and I pulled him back up onto his feet and glared into his eyes. "Am I a target?" He asked, telling me that I was correct with him knowing who I was. "No, if you were, you'd be dead already." I hissed at him and picked him up off of the ground and threw him to the side. *** "No woman is property!" I shouted and kicked him hard in the face again. Causing him to flip over onto his back and blood splattering all over in the snow. I stepped over him and knelt down, grabbing his collar again and I hit him in the face again. "No woman is ever beaten!" I shouted at him and hit him again and again. "No woman is ever a f*****g sex slave!" I yelled. *** She swung her fist and connected with my mouth, causing my teeth to break open my lip and the blood started to pour into my mouth. I spit it out onto the floor and swung my arms and hit her with both of my fists, earning me a cracking noise as her nose broke from the hit. She screamed out in pain and blood started to run out of her nose. I grabbed ahold of her hair on top of her head with my hands and I hit the back of her head hard against the wall behind her. "He was my husband first!" I shouted and hit her head again on the wall. "I loved him first!" I shouted again and hit her head again and then again as hard as I could. --- Anthony John Williams as some of you already know, is known in the underworld as Jackal. He is the most dangerous assassin in the world. He has never been caught by the law in any country he has been in. He is sought out by the biggest mafias of the world but he only works for himself. He does the job he is paid and then he disappears, only for you to wish his next job isn't to take you out next. Paityn Mary Thompson is happily married to the love of her life or so she thought till one day her husband was assassinated right before her eyes. The FBI found no trace of the killer and the case eventually went cold. The more the FBI dug into her husband's killing the more she learned that she wishes she never learned about. What happens when the world's most dangerous assassin falls for the innocent widow of one of his targets, only for her to become his next target?

"Please....."He was starting to pass out from the pain but still tried to talk. "I will give you a gift if you spare my life." His head flopped over to one side, his eyes hardly open. His breathing had slowed down. If I'm going to get anything out of him I better do it quick before he passes out from the pain. "There's nothing you could give me that I would want." I set the other nail on the same arm but farther down. "A gift of innocence, I will give you." He started taking large breaths and turned to look at him, struggling to stay awake. I looked at him, not sure what it is he is referring to. Seeing the confusion in my face he continued. "My daughter, I will give you my daughter." --- Renée Alaina Rodriguez 20 yrs in college hoping to pursue her dreams and one day marry the love of her life giving him her heart and the gift of her innocence. One day she is pulled away from everyone she loves and held captive by a ruthless man who says her father has signed a contract stating they were be married. Ryker Warren Kendricks 28 yrs and has taken over his family business of being a mafia leader. He always gets what he wants and doesn't care what it takes to get it. He's short tempered and demands control and respect from others. He's been offered a gift of innocence, another man's daughter. Once he sees her though, he want's more than to be her first. He wants her as his wife. SEQUEL: MY PROTECTOR Rated in the Top Romance & Dreame Best! Was listed in the Curated Reading List: 7 days Highly Recommend Books! WARNING: This story contains situations that could be difficult for some readers. This story should NOT be read by anyone under the age of 18. This is for mature 18+

Excerpts from the story: *** While he was still a little disoriented, I took that same lamp, that now had a shattered bulb, and hit him again while he was on the ground. I heard him moan in pain as I tossed the lamp to the floor, telling me that he was still conscious and that I needed to get out of there quickly. I reached into that pocket he had put the key into and pulled it out. "Julianne! Stop! You don't understand what will happen if you try to get out of here!" I heard him shout, but I didn't care as I opened the door, locked it from the inside again before I shut it behind me. --- "I assure you, I didn't touch her," Tayler responded back to him. "You know the consequences if the product isn't delivered in the same condition as it was when purchased." The man snapped at Tayler. Who would have thought being treated as an object would feel so degrading. It didn't hurt me romantically but it did hurt emotionally to be talked about as if I was some artifact that was meant to sit on a shelf for all of time. As if I wasn't human. *** Julianne Trina Wilson took off from the only family that she had left, thinking that she would be able to make it on her own in her travels to her grandparents. What she wasn't expecting was when she was almost to her destination, to get drugged, kidnapped, and put on a plane to New York to be placed into an online auction. Julianne does anything she needs to in order to stay alive, even if that means being cooperative with the sellers/buyers. What she wasn't expecting, was in this world, if you are no longer wanted by the one who purchased you, for whatever reason that may be, there are only two options for you. Get sold again, or be killed. Being sold is her goal to survive, but how many times will she have to be sold before she gets away? Will she lose her will to live in the process? Will she get lucky and one of the buyers will be one who sets her free or will death be the only way out?

2nd SEQUEL to A Gift of Innocence & My Protector 4th story in my most popular Mafia series! Can be read as a stand-alone story. The Prequels are not required to be read first, however, reading them will give you the family's background history. One of my highest requested stories! Enjoy the blurbs from the story below! --- "Ravyn! What is this!" I shouted as I walked into her room with a yellow detention slip in my hand. "Nothing you need to worry about." She snapped at me. "Nothing?" I asked her sternly. "Yes! Nothing!" She snapped again as she slid off of the bed and snatched the detention slip out of my hand. "Obviously the school doesn't think it's nothing," I said angrily at her and crossed my arms over my chest. "The girl deserved it." She said as she rolled her eyes and shrugged while walking back to her bed as if it was nothing. "Just because you feel she deserved it, doesn't mean you punch her in the face." I snapped at her. --- "Did you really think I came here with only one other man?" I heard Juan somewhere behind me as I glanced as much to the side as I could to see who it was that had a hold of me. Another man, taller than the last one, had a hold of me by my hair. He tugged on my hair, causing me to cry out a little in pain and forcing me to completely forget about my controlled breathing. The wheezing started to show in my breathing as it got harder to pull in the oxygen. "I also know about your asthma, Ravyn, and if you aren't careful, I will make sure you can't get to your inhaler as it continues to restrict your breathing," Juan told me as I looked at him with rage in my eyes. --- He moved the papers out of the way and started to pull out a few photos that were taken at Ingram Readymix Inc. There were pictures of Simon hanging from the tree with his head down and blood all over his chest. There were photos of blood all over the ground, probably from where Juan was sitting. Then there were several photos of the knife that Juan used to stab Simon with one of those photos being a photo of fingerprints on the knife alongside other fingerprints. The fingerprints had little markers on them in certain areas that were identical to the fingerprints on the knife. I felt my breathing start to pick up as I looked at the pictures. I knew what I was looking at. I understood what he was trying to tell me without actually telling me. This can't be happening, no no no! This can not be happening! "I think you already know what we are in here to talk about, don't you Ravyn?" He asked me as I kept looking over the pictures that were laid out in front of me. "I've never killed anyone," I said softly, breaking my one rule of silence when brought in by the police. "I want to believe you, Ravyn, really I do but the evidence. These fingerprints all over this dagger are the same fingerprints from your file." He started to explain to me. --- Ravyn Mireya Kendricks is the daughter of the mafia king at the age of 17. She is the youngest of five. She is very rebellious and is always getting into trouble with the law and other gangs in the area. Being the mafia king's daughter has its perks but what will happen when she gets mixed up with the wrong group of people and attracts the FBI? Will she go to the federal prison at the age of 17? What will the mafia king do? Read to find out!

"How old are you Kayla?" He asked me again as gentle as what he was probably capable of doing. "15 sir." I answered him, hoping that once they knew how young I was that I would no longer be on the list of prospective wives. Just then Jonah leaned forward and said something into the man's ear again. "Kayla my dear, you just granted your father a four year extension to pay back what he owes me." The older man said with a smile. "Sir, may I ask a question?" I asked in a trembling voice. I could feel my palms getting clammy and my heart was racing at top speed just from asking that simple question. "Sure." He said continuing his smile and looking over at me. I glanced quickly at Jonah who was still leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest still with that same evil grin on his face. "You don't have to be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you." He said again and I looked back over at him. "W-What if.....um....we can't....ah pay you....before the four years.....is up?" I finally spit out. "In four years, if the 300 thousand isn't paid in full then you Kayla, my dear, will pay it in full with your marriage to Jonah." He said calm and cool as if this was an ordinary agreement between 2 families. --- Kayla Wilson -19 yrs. Runs from the mafia because she's payment for her father's gambling debt. Is there anyone out there willing to risk their life to save her? Will this cause a war between 2 large mafias? Read to find out! SEQUEL to A Gift of Innocence My top highly requested story! Hope you enjoy! Editor's Picked Story! Rated as Top Romamce & Dreame Best!

'On your hands and knees.' He ordered. He wasn't sounding like he usually does. He was more forceful and demanding. He shoved himself into me hard again and grabbed my hair into his hands and pulled back. The pain in my scalp was more than I could take and I could feel the tears start to form in my eyes. I was no longer aroused by what he was doing and I could feel myself drying up inside making his thrusts burn. "Jamison, please!" I lightly cried as he continued to push into me. "Your hurting me." I said as I started to sob and the tears ran down my face.. Jessi's first was whom she thought she loved. He was everything she thought she wanted, until he convinced her to move in with him. He was possessive of her and took all his frustrations in the world out on her. Jessi dreams of escaping this poisonous relationship but will Jessi ever be able to be with another? Is she so broke and trapped by her fears to ever let another in to her heart? Read this story to find out! WARNING: This story contains situations that could be difficult for some readers. This story should NOT be read by anyone under the age of 18. This is for mature 1*+