❝Two dragons and their dirty little plaything.❞ I didn't have much to lose in the war of Dacva, but it left me scarred for the rest of my life. I'm just a red female dragon, scraping by from one day to the next in the Banished realm by doing petty crimes. It's enough for my meagre existence. But when I went from petty crimes to attempting an assassination on the sleeping princess out of sheer desperation, it didn't end well. When I'm caught and interrogated by the banished Kings, I must do everything to keep them from finding out the truth of my lineage. However, it gets harder with the two Banished Kings constantly breathing down my neck and taking too much interest in my scars and my scales. Before I know it, I'm their plaything, and they seem to find it hard to keep their hands off me and each other. As much as it tempts me to bare myself to them completely for them to claim every inch of me, I need to keep my secret. Once they find out about my lineage, it would turn into the bloodiest war the dragons have ever fought. I don't want another war, but with the Banished Kings wanting to possess more than my body, a war seems inevitable. How long can I stall the inevitable? I have fought a bloody war before; I could fight another if needed. But with my secrets unravelling and the fate playing a silly joke with me again, would the Kings accept me after learning my truth? Or would they reject me and toss me away after having their fill of playtime with me? ~ A stand-alone book. Themes: mxmxf (everyone does everyone), slow burn, smut (loads of it), dirty talking, knotting, breeding, reverse harem, romance, action, world-building and a purely character-driven plot with wholesome and humorous moments :) What's not in the book? - Grape. Even though there's a power imbalance between the FL and the MLs, whatever happens between them and her involves consent. No cheating. ~ ONGOING UPDATES: Mon, Wed, Fri (Read daily updates on Patreon. Link in my bio)

When Rowan Carter shifts for the first time at twelve, she discovers she's not human-and runs. For four years, she survives alone with only her wolf for company, hiding from a world she doesn't understand. Then she's found. In a werewolf society where female wolves are rare and fiercely protected, an unclaimed rogue female is unheard of. Forced into a pack she never asked for, Rowan must learn to navigate pack life, ancient traditions, and the people determined to keep her safe. The problem? Freedom is all she's ever known, and she's not sure she's willing to give it up.

Three years. Three years since Demetria Saint disappeared again. After her first year of her abduction, Demetria ran. She ran until she couldn't remember where she was going, who she was running from, or whether she would ever make it home. When police eventually find a barefoot, blood-covered seventeen-year-old stumbling out of a forest, whispering to herself and unable to explain what happened, they make an assumption that will change the course of her life. Instead of finding her family... Demetria finds herself locked away in a mental health facility, or aka the 'loony bin'. Two years pass. Two years of trying to piece together memories she can't trust, learning how to live with what happened to her, and becoming someone entirely different from the frightened girl who ran out that forest. But Demetria's story isn't over, because eventually, she walks back into a world she thought she'd lost forever. A world filled with family. Secrets. New friendships. And one person she never expected to see again. Tobias Mother Fucking Dragunov. This time, Demetria isn't the same girl who disappeared. She's louder. She's stronger. She's reckless. And she's finally ready to discover what happens when she stops running. Some rhythms are meant to be silent. Others are meant to be heard.

***Do not read if you haven't read Part One! Scent Split is a slow burn, omegaverse reverse harem romance, meaning the main female character will end up with more than one man.

((Complete at 110,000 words)) Twenty-five-year-old Maggie Douglas is a beta on a mission. Determined to work at the infamous GAIM Industries, she's willing to put up with a grumpy boss. And a silent stalker. And an adorably blunt hacker. Maybe even a set of twins who couldn't be more opposite. As long as her secrets stay hidden, everything will work out just fine... Scent Split is a slow burn, omegaverse reverse harem romance, meaning the main female character will end up with more than one man. No mm in this one!

Demetria Montella, a sixteen almost seventeen year old, teenager from Northern England, who is suffering from grief and selective mutism. She's never had a good life. Even when it was just Demetria and her guilt stricken mother, who made one bad decision, and ended up being the mother she never wanted to be. After her mother's death, Demetria finds herself in a care home. Where she is to stay...until her social worker pulls her out of class. Only to tell her she's been missing fo eleven years. In Spain. Not only is she a missing person, she also has a family. A father. A step mother. And five older brothers. Will Demetria take their help? Will she take the chance to live a different life? Who will help her along the way? Will she even find help? (Book one of two) (Everything is written by me. I've given no one rights to my story. All pictures are from Pinterest.)

After being rejected by her husband and Alpha in front of half the werewolf world, Allison does the only thing left that makes sense- she walks away. Heartbroken but unbowed, she rebuilds from the ground up, turning her experience as a Luna into something new: Luna's Compass, a consultancy that fixes the messes other packs are too proud to admit they made. No attachments. No politics. No pity. But fate has a sense of humor. Her newest client, Gordon Hale, is a widowed Alpha raising three daughters and holding his pack together by sheer will. What starts as a six-month contract becomes something far more complicated- professionally, politically, and painfully personal. Between grief, politics, and the slow burn of something she swore she'd never feel again, Allison must learn that fate isn't about who you're tied to - It's about who you become when the bond breaks. Updates Tuesdays and Fridays at Noon (Pacific)

❝Two mad, cursed Alpha brothers and their Witch who doesn't want them to find out she's their mate.❞ What's worse than not having a mate? Having a cursed, mad Alpha for one. And did I mention he's a raging misogynist, too? I couldn't hate him more. So I do what any sensible witch would-I cast every spell I can to keep him from discovering the truth. I keep him chasing shadows, hoping he'll eventually give up and leave me alone. But when his curse begins to spiral out of control, I'm sent to the Snow Court to stabilise the situation. And that's when everything threatens to fall apart with a single secret-the Snow Court doesn't have one cursed, mad Alpha. It has two. And both of them are my mates. I'd rather let the realm burn than let them discover what I've been hiding. But with their curses worsening and ancient outer gods trying to corrupt this realm, starting from the snow Court, I have no choice but to stand with them. Now the question isn't whether they'll survive. It's whether they'll forgive me for lying to them and misleading them... -or bind me to them so tightly I'll never escape again. Themes: Dark romance, fantasy, supernatural, magic, werewolf, witch, reverse harem, mxfxm, power struggles, action. Updates: Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday

Taken from her family at the age of four, because of a deep grudge, Aria doesn't remember the place she used to call home. All she knows now, is silence and pain. All she has is her broken self, and the hope of being free one day. She's been called a curse, and she's been called worse- to the point where Aria doesn't know what is true or not. She'll never escape the hell she's in, she'll never have a home or a family, right? *Sneak peek* Aria: "Where the hell are you?!" I wake up with a jerk on the cold floor of the kitchen's store. The rope that he used to keep me there when his friends were over, bit into my skin, and was now stained with red. He had forgotten. Again. But that was a good thing, because it means I didn't get beatings last night. I tired to move, but the pain from my ankle was sending vibrations to my brain, and I winced, my back hitting the wall hard. I closed my eyes, praying he won't find me- but luck is never on my side. He opens the door, and smirks as he looks down at me. His eyes were clear, he wasn't drunk. That was bad. He made it more painful when he wasn't. He undid the rope, and dragged me by the hair, into the kitchen. "You little bitch. Growing wings now, are we?" He threw me on the floor and kicked my ribs. Pain flared through me, but I shut my eyes tight. Don't make a sound. "Make me my damn breakfast right now. And I want it prepared next time or else." I nod my head, and get to my feet. But he dragged me towards him by the neck, my back to his front. His hand went under my shirt, the threat hanging in the air, and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Do you hear me?" I nod. His hand went up to my chest, and I swallowed the nausea rising up in me. "Yes who?" "Yes Daddy." I choked out. Then he pushed me towards the stove and walked out.

For twelve years, Astrid Vale has lived in the shadows. Overlooked, forgotten, and alone. Then, without warning, five men arrive at her door. Brothers. Suddenly swept into a family she never knew, Astrid is taken to a home filled with wealth, power... and secrets buried deep in its walls. But the more she learns about the brothers- and the reason they came for her now- the clearer it becomes that being found may be far more dangerous than being forgotten.