[Fan Fic sequeal to Labyrinth] Ivar is the son of the Goblin king, He's strong and handsome, but he's alone. The only company he has are ugly goblins and his father. Just like any other 19 year old boy, he decides to sneak off to the human realm to find what he's been missing.... a girl.

Every day, I walked home from my local high school. Every day, I walked down my street. Every day, something would compel me to keep walking past my house until I reached the Victorian mansion that sat at the end of a gravel driveway. The three storey house had no flaking paint, no missing roof tiles, no smashed, or leaking windows. The acreage around the house was bordered with apple trees that'd have been hundreds of years old. Not a leaf was ever out of place. The glistening lily pond to the side of the house never had a spot of icky algae. The whole property was always immaculate. As if time itself was unable to touch it. I once used to think a wealthy old couple lived there. They must've had garden parties on the weekend with their hoard of grandchildren and family friends they'd accumulated over the years. I soon figured that I was wrong, though. Not once had I seen a happy face wandering around the garden. I had never even seen whoever it must be that keeps the place looking so untouched. I had, however, seen a pale sullen face. Every now and then, I'd get a glimpse of a sullen boy with a mop of ash blonde hair. But then, one reckless night, I decided to go for a walk in the moonlight. As I walked down the street to gawk at the mansion in the silence of the night, I saw something I'd never thought I'd see.

Cat had, what she thought, was a normal childhood. She grew up in the country on land with her mother. While her father would be away for weeks at a time for work. She was home-schooling by her mother and a tutor who came by every Monday, Wednesday and firday. And when her dad was home they did normal family things, they went for picnics, swam at the beach and went on road trips.Leo on the other hand knew his childhood was not normal at a very young age. he was only four when he witnessed his mother's murder. when he was twelve he tortured his first traitor. When he was fifteen he killed for the first time. On Leo's 15th birthday he meet Cat. She was an eleven year old girl with dark brown pigtails, wearing a bright pink pinafore dress. She giggled happily as she stood next to her adoring father. it wasn't till later that night that Leo was told he would marry Cat the year she turns Eighteen. Least to say, Leo wasn't happy, he didn't want to marry a silly little girl. He wanted to be free. Read the first chapter to find out how Cat reacts, when she's told she's getting married to a boy she barely remembers.

Nico Antonio Genovese is the heir to the Italian-American Mafia. He runs nightclubs, drug productions, and strip joints across the northern continent. He also has a lot of money that a lot of people want. And Nico likes to be generous to loyal customers. Mathew Randolph is, or rather was, one of those customers. Every week, he'd show up to the Naughty Night club. He'd take the coke and sell it, simple. over time, he got greedy. He wanted more. He'd use the coke himself and then owe money. Now Nico wants the debts settled. When he pays Matthew a visit, he finds he has not a single cent. He has nothing of value apart from his daughter. Fresh out of high school, a waitress at the local diner. Katherine Randolph. "What're you doing?" "Going to my room," I stopped and turned to look at him. "No, I want you to dance. With me." "I'm not good at dancing with a partner," I fumbled. "You said the same about the pole and the lap dance, and you were perfectly fine at both." He spoke calmly as he turned on the music and waited for me to come to him. I bit my lip as I made my way towards him. I stood in front of him facing away, my ass almost against him, I swayed to the music, feeling him lower his hand to my hip and sliding it forward until it rested on my very upper thigh. "Are you scared?" he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "No," I held my chin up.

"Nora! For fucks sake, where are you!" Chef Emmile screamed through the kitchen, jolting Nora back to reality. "Here! I was just looking for the potatoes!" she lied and rushed over with the closest sack full.Em just shook his head, "Honestly I don't know what to do about you sometimes." "I hate the full moon ceremonies, why do they need to have such a large feast every single month?" Nora complained with Emille."Cause the Kings desperate for his mate, you know he's a Lycan." Em gave Nora the look.they knew, but couldn't say aloud, for how fragile a subject it was, that there are very very few lycans left and these days don't find mates. However, the king had gotten older and older and more restless by the year. he was fearful he would never become as powerful as he could be without his mate. like Emille said, he was desperate."will you be joining in on the ceremony tonight though?" Emille asked, glancing down at Nora's beautiful dark hair messily pulled back into a bun.He'd had his eye on Nora for a while, since she came into the kitchens. Her bright silvery blue eyes and ebony hair weren't her only attractive features. She was such a gentle shewolf, a rare caring soul. and Emille was hoping she was his mate, he, like the King, was becoming desperate. "I suppose so," Nora shrugged and Emilles face broke out into a grin. Tonight would be the night, he thought.Little did he know, that the moon goddess had other plans. ⚠️ 18+ extreme violence and sex scenes⚠️

Claire an Australian girl gets taken in by American billionaires when both her parents die in a famous plane crash. this is the story about a girl who'd been abused and hurt her whole life then sent to a another contenient into the world of the rich and famous where she needs to learn who she can trust and how to love. who is this alfa male called jay at her new school. why is everyone scared of him, why do his friends seem to act like body guards. and why does she care. Read the story about a girl who lost everything and everyone, who never believed in love, fall in love herself. a story of tragedies, miracles and love. authors note please know I update this as much as possible while it's not finished, so if it stops suddenly in a spot that might not make sense I apologise and I encourage you to comment on anything you like or didn't like or maybe even things you want me to add

Claire has a addict for a father and a abusive alcoholic mother, at nine her parents had spilt up and her dad had left her and her siblings at her mother's wrath. after school everyday she'd go home and help her siblings to clean and cook the house while trying to dodge and hide from their mum her nights were filled with pain, being choked, slapped and punched, she was told how she was a worthless useless piece of shit that would never be loved or cared for. how could anyone care about her. ever. she was unless couldn't do anything right according to her mother. her life was constant blackness that suffocated her she was a dead shell of the child she used to be before she realised she had no one to rely on. she was alone this this cold cruel world. and there was no way out no matter who she tried to talk to none would help her no one would take her in the only thing that keeps her floating is her sister and baby brother. her brother who is 14 years apart from her and is nearly two is more like a son than a brother, though and is the only string holding her on.