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He sat next to the two hot as fuck male models. They were having fun, his hands stroking the one on his right. His name escaped Rhory, but his face and abs replaced his guilt of forgetting their names. They didn’t need names, not when they were this gorgeous and so damn inviting. He smiled, laughed, and drank the cold liquid in his glass. The whiskey burned down his throat, but he didn’t care. Aside from Bourbon or Scotch, whiskey came a very close second to either of his favorites. He’d pr

It started as a misunderstanding until it wasn't. Rhory An and Cahir Wei are complete opposites from two warring worlds, and yet it seems like fate keeps pushing them towards each other. Cahir, a man with a past filled with trauma, grief, vengeance, and hate, while Rhory, a man who seeks to live his best life while juggling the protective brothers who wish him to remain trapped in a glass cage as if he'd get lost in the world of sin. When one fateful night changes everything, Rhory is thrust into Cahir's world of violence and danger.

Chaos was no stranger to Ironridge, the violence and the terror that accompanied the sobs as the loud thunder of motorcycles roared throughout the streets of Ironridge. Whenever that sound happened, everyone knew what to expect. Head down and keep low and continue walking as if there’s nothing there. The residents had made peace with the fact that the Sons of Mayhem Motorcycle Club (SoM) were in charge instead of the law enforcement that was tasked with serving and protecting them from the mons

The Sons of Mayhem MC, based in the Pacific Northwest, has deeply embedded itself into the soil of their hometown, Ironridge. Their word is law, and law enforcement has little to no power to fight for their place at the table. When fate reunites two high school sweethearts, Lynk 'Leviathan' Lennox and Ever Warren, they are pulled to each other like honey to a moth, but danger lurks. When the President of the SoM gets assassinated in cold blood, there is only one way to find peace: vengeance. With tensions rising within the club, there is only one thing clear: the Leviathan will tear the town apart in order to bring justice.

I'm always wondering just how much energy one needs to accomplish the plans you make in your head right before you go to sleep and then wake up. It's especially hard because sometimes way back in the day, I'd just forgo sleep and just focus on what was important, which is always writing, but that's not how things go, at least for me. I tell myself that I'm going to do this and that and even complete an entire to-do list complete with the checkboxes, and instead I fail. I have been staring at the new chapter of Taming of The Beast, and instead of publishing it, I'm riddled with a painful amount of self-doubt. Is this good enough? Am I good enough? Does it make sense? Am I disappointing myself and the readers? These thoughts literally haunt me more than I'd like to admit. So because I needed to get out of my whatever it is that I'm going through, I found this hidden gem, PicsArt, and I couldn't stop myself. Thank God I had a Pinterest account to keep me sane enough because sometimes I would literally fall in the deep end of the rabbit hole, and I never find my way out. I finally figured out a way to create something, and I think I'm quite proud of myself. Again, thank you, PicsArt, and your world of genius. It's not a professional job, but it's a proud moment for me because I'm hopeless, but I did try. I'm one of those extra super introverted people; I'm afraid to say something because I think it will offend or just be stupid. I don't know, but I have been trying to do better, but honestly, I'm scared and intimidated by everyone (isn't that ironic when everyone in the place I live in practically walks the other way when I walk because everyone says I'm intimidating). I'm not intimidating; I'm just really quiet, and you never know what I'm thinking.) The drabbles of an introvert

No, he isn't a vampire but still a werewolf. Bastian was just feeding on him because the blood of a mate does wonders to both heal and to strengthen the bond. Through that bond, they both will be able to do much more. Bastian knows the importance of Mason's place within his pack. Now, they cannot be separated, or there will be serious consequences since the bond is so new. They have not come yet but they are on their way. Different species will be involved in this war, not only because of what is happening but because of the loyalty to a certain specific 'dead' king. What I can say is: everyone will return to Mason's pack soon. I'm sorry for the very late reply.

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“You’re amazing, you know that?” Mason said as they both stepped out of the car. Their date had been beautiful, magnificent, and magical to the point that neither had wanted to leave the restaurant, but once they had seen how late it truly was, they had no choice. Bastian chuckled at that. As he shut the car door, he could feel that everyone had left the safe house, everyone had seemed to make their selves scarce. He knew that they had not gone very far but the welcome peace was welcome fo

“Start talking.” Tris ordered clearly out of patience. She had a recorder with her, which she pressed before Desi could talk. Everything would be on tape and the Princes and the council. “They-they-they provided werewolves for the experiment. I paid them money. Large sums of money and the Beta’s involved looked the other way to the missing wolves. Their Alpha’s had no idea and still don’t, I paid money to those close to them never to find out but I guess that’s not going to happen. Current

The twins grinned at each other looking at the woman becoming too old in just minutes, they enjoyed the hunt these twins. They knew that there were other twin vampires who were just like them. They were all twins vicious and murderous and so damn good at their job. “If you’re thinking about calling your security, they are already dead.” Tris grinned like a Cheshire cat, she was enjoying toying with her prey and it was a rush. They had started with them first and then had finished off with