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I honestly tried to resist the urge to write this story but it haunted me so I needed to put pen to paper and get it out. Thank you so much

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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

Bastian smiled as he looked at his other father. Their conversation had meant a lot to him, he had never spent so much time with King Consort Bjorn before. This, this talking to him and learning from him meant more to him than possible. “Will my children be like me?” Bastian truly worried about that. He didn’t need them to be as complicated as he was. He knew he would pray to every God out there that his children never have to face what he is facing. Bjorn looked at his son. “Yes.

You seem to have answered your own question. 🤔 Thank you for never giving up on the story and me. I'm rather in love with this story and yes, I do lose my muse for it but then I regain it as if renewed. I will never abandon my child. The Taming of the Beast is my first story and my baby. This beastly drama has much more to go and I must admit that I plan to post the story of Bjorn and Vashon and the Shadow King and his Consort.

“You should go on that date with Mason.” Derek said as he looked at his brother. Derek and Bastian never hide important things to each other, he’d been looking forward to it however things kept coming up and there was no time. Now Derek knew that his brother had to spend some time with his mate. The love of his life before it became too late. “It would be good for you plus I’m sure he’d love to have you all to himself.” Bastian hummed as he walked out into the porch, he knew that his broth

There is more suffering to be done. It's not the end. Hers will be triple what her daughter's punishment was. Annabelle will be suffering, being what she is now is tearing her apart from the inside. What Eli told her about her mother was the truth, that's anothe punishment of hers. A good rollercoaster ride, I hope.

Thank you for commenting and taking the time to read. The doctor will need time, she is after all in a lot of pain and it's tearing her apart. That's part of her punishment, she can't just be let off that easy. She hurt innocents. The twins are my favorite, they are twisted and they are also fun. Sadly, I must agree. He will go through so much but he has people now who will do him justice and find him and help him.

Thank you. The streets will be paved in blood and pain and so much suffering.

The pain, the anguish, and the call of what she had been turned into called to her tortured the doctor in unimaginable ways. She’d always thought that she was strong but this, this was different and now she was a vampire, a type of vampire that would torture her. She could feel it, she could feel the sheer pain that the Crown Prince Derek had told her about. He hadn’t warned her, he’d told her and he’d enjoyed telling her that. She’d been turned into something unimaginable. “Oh, look what

The road will be filled with blood and all of those who were responsible for hurting the innocent will answer for their crimes rather painfully. Revenge is best served cold. In this case very cold. Thank you, I have been trying to keep up, I love writing this story it's close to my heart. You won't have to wait long. Every piece in the game will be dealt with accordingly.

And revenge is best served very cold. For all of those who have done this, and were part of it things won't be as smooth as they had been. The tide is turning. The daughter was the first one they needed to take out of the game. Now she's suffering more than anyone ever has. She will never get her life back ever again. Thank you for your review. It's been a while. Glad to see you're still with us ❤️

“What did you do to the doctor? You bit her but then you took her.” Tris asked curiously, she had doubts that vampire Elder Roark would ever forgive the doctor so easily, there was no way. Pigs would have to fly first, that Tris and Eli knew. She also knew that all of the vampire elders were protective of their new crown prince. Bastian had their king, their true King Vashon’s blood running through his veins. The vampire elder Roark chuckled, “Surely you must have heard of the Foretold bef