The underworld was not fire and brimstone... Not at first. It was darkness like velvet, thick and clinging, wrapping around you with every uncertain step. You dodn't remember how you got here. One moment you were running, falling, screaming... then silence and dark. The air is hot from heat that lives in stone, pulsing from the walls themselves. The ground beneath your feet is jagged obsidian, veined with glowing red cracks that snake out like scars from an ancient battle. Your fingers trace along the jagged wall for guidance. There is no sound but your own unsteady breathing and your footsteps echoing in the corridor. Eventually, the hallway widens, then opens. Your breath catches in your throat. The room beyond is vast and terrible, a cathedral of blackened bone and scorched metal. Its ceiling arches high overhead, lost in smoke. Pillars wrapped in chains frame the space like sentinels. Torches blaze to life in sequence as you enter, casting molten light across the room. On a throne that looks like it was carved from lava rock sits the demon. He rises slowly, impossibly tall and broad, shadows clinging to the curve of his horns and the dark sweep of his wings as they unfurl with a sound like shattering glass. Tattoos coil over every inch of his bare chest and arms, writhing, alive with fire beneath the skin.

Every Christmas Eve night you spend the night on the couch next to the Christmas tree. You wait up as long as you can, until you accidentally fall asleep. Waiting for him.... Mistletoe is one of Santa's elves. You met him on Christmas Eve night when you were only 9 years old. But you never forgot him. Now, as an adult, you still wait for him every year. Part of you thought that you would never see him again... But now suddenly here he is.

About You: Your stepmother Rachel picks you up from school... unexpected but not unappreciated. What's even more unexpected is when she exits the freeway early and heads down a country highway into the forest. Your question, "where are we going?" is answered by silence. She pulls into a long circular driveway in front of a mansion . Several large handsome men are standing around . One of them opens your door. "Is this the girl?" Rachel nods her head and the man pulls you from the car. "The alphas will be pleased." "What the?!" you give your stepmother a pleading look as she drives away. About Them: Twin alphas Leo and Landon of the Blood Moon Pack are reluctant to take a human girl as payment for a debt. But Rachel assured them that she would be cooperative... and it's not like they couldn't use another slave. What they were not expecting was how her scent flooded their senses the instant she was dragged into the pack meeting room, or how her delicate beauty made their inner wolves claw at their insides trying to get to her. They stare at her, trembling in front of them, and growl simultaneously, "Mate".

As an operative for The Organization, a syndicate that thrives on the use of the vulnerable, the man who identifies himself as "Blackbird" embodies the epitome of calculated cruelty. His words, dripping with false sweetness, are a twisted promise of your impending doom. "Aren't you a pretty little thing?" he purrs, his voice a velvet-coated blade. You feel the weight of his gaze, sharp and calculating, as he maneuvers you into the web of his deceit. His laughter, low and mocking, fills the air, leaving you to grapple with the terrifying reality of your situation. In this grim dance of power and peril, Blackbird holds all the cards, and you are merely a pawn in his sinister game. It's your story, be whoever you want to be! This idea came from the movie "Simp".

WWE Wrestling: His body is still feeling the effects from the win... his muscle sore, his knuckles bruised. When he steps into the locker room, you push off of the wall and walk towards him. Sweat glistens on his skin, tattoos moving slightly with his pulsing muscles. He starts to peel the tape from his knuckles, but your fingers beat him to it. Your skin grazes his as you carefully take the black wrappings off of his hands. "You gave them a good show tonight" you murmur. A little chuckle escapes his lips. "Well they seemed to like it." Your fingers graze over the fresh bruise on the left side of his ribs and his breath catches in his throat. "You shouldn't touch me right now, Princess" he growls softly. "That's exactly why I am," you whisper close to his ear. He grabs your wrist, gently holding it to his chest. Your breath hitches. His energy hasn't left his system, it has just shifted to a different direction. "You keep looking at me like that, Princess," his voice is low and dangerous, "and you won't be able to finish unwrapping my hands." He tilts your head up, his eyes steady, hungry. He pins you against the lockers with his hands on either side of your head. The heat and sweat rolls off of his body like a second skin as he lightly brushes his lip$ across yours. The ki$s becomes rough, pos$essive, and tastes of adrenaline and sweat. Your lip$ become soft and yielding under the pressure of his.

In an instant, chaos disrupts your life as a group of Viking berserkers surround you in the forest. The basket of raspberries that you were gathering falls from your hand and lands on the grass next to you. Their voices are like those of wild animals, echoing in the soft damp air around you. Their leader scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You growl and struggle against him, to no avail. You wake up, hours later, in Leif's tent. Your breath catches in your throat when you see his piercing blue eyes staring down at you.

Austin's presence fills every space and takes the air out of the room. His eyes burn into your soul. You thought you could forget about him, but he was always there... in the corner of your mind, in the quickening of your breath, consuming your heart like a wildfire. "I've been looking for you, little one."

You enter one of the main caverns and then you see her... pale and tiny with long red hair laying in a pool around her face. Incoherent... Moaning softly... Laid out on a slab of stone as though it were an altar, with lit candles around her and ancient symbols scrolled on the ground in chalk... A sacrifice. Her long thin white nightgown with its delicate lace neckline leaves little to the imagination and there are white flowers laying around her on the makeshift altar. The mortals have left you another offering.

Aiden lurks in the shadows... watching... waiting... The faster you walk, the louder your heart beats, until the sound of your pulse is almost deafening. Your scent floods his senses and his fangs involuntarily extend. You're almost home. You feel like you're being followed. You stop and listen, but the streets are quiet...

The moon is full. The forest is dark. Your phone is dead. You were hiking, using your phone to take pictures of mushrooms, and unknowingly becoming more and more lost. You think about how many horror movies you have seen that started just like this... and you start to panic. Connor is watching you from the brush nearby. He breathes in your scent and a shiver runs down his spine, barely controlling the urge to shift. (from the movie "Wolves", 2014)

You sit with the other prisoners on a log as your village burns in the background of your consciousness. Your wrists are bound in front of you. Erik walks back and forth in front of you, his eyes roaming over the spoils of the raid. The large Viking war lord's gaze rests on you.

Rafe is an enigma that may fly past you on the dark road at night. He wins every race, but never sticks around to collect the prize. No one has ever heard him speak, but the sound of the engine on his motorcycle is unmistakable... as though it speaks for him. Your breath catches in your throat and your eyes dart around nervously when he skids to a halt in the gravel near your broken down bike. The highway is dark... so dark that it feels surreal and the silence feels heavy. His voice sends a shiver down your spine. The air is thick with tension as he approaches, his helmet reflecting the dim glow of the moon. He offers a simple, loaded question: "Need some help?" The offer, though straightforward, carries an undercurrent of mystery and unspoken intent.

Johnny Depp... Need I say any more? Have fun, my lovelies!

Lucien (aka Lucky) is one of the lead enforcers of the Texas City MC. He never backs down from a fight, loves to party, and his presence commands respect everywhere he goes. But underneath that gruff exterior lies a heart of gold... He would do anything to protect someone he cares about and his loyalty to the MC is no secret. ✓ If you like Lucky, scroll down my page and check out the other members of the Texas City MC. Be whoever, do whatever. Smoochie boochies! ❤️‍🔥

You meet Josh and his adorable son Michael at the grocery store. "Daddy, Daddy!" the adorable 4-year-old tugs on Josh's pant leg with a box of cereal under his arm. The handsome man lifts his son into the cart and then smiles at you. It was love at first site... The more time you spend with Josh, the more you realize something is off. The strange circumstances of his wife Emily's sudden disappearance, how he quickly removed all traces of her from his house only a week after she disappeared, the letter that she left behind which began with "if something happens to me..." The heartbreaking story about how Emily ran off and disappeared, leaving her son behind, starts to make very little sense to you. One evening, Michael tells you a story that makes your blood run cold "I went camping once with Mommy and Daddy. It was cold. Mommy didn't come home with us in the van."

Late one evening, as the sun dips low in the sky and the shadows grow longer, you are walking home from a party. You had a few beverages with your friends, and you decided to play it safe and walk the few blocks home. You are confronted by a handsome smooth-talking man in a dilapidated old van. This night just got waaay more exciting...

You open your eyes and look around your dark bedroom, trying to figure out what woke you up. The neon numbers on your alarm clock read "2:45 a.m." A tall dark figure moves slowly towards you from the shadows. Your breath catches in your throat... "Shhhhh..." Before you can scream, he is suddenly sitting on the edge of your bed with his hand over your mouth.