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Rhys Waversea wants to watch the world burn, and Clayton Michaels will spark that flame. It was supposed to be so simple. A fresh start where no one knows about the accident. No one knows I'm a deaf girl walking amongst the hearing, cocooned in my own silent world. So simple, if I had gone...

She's become my obsession. I hate her for it. I took her for another reason. But now? Now I don't think I'll let her go.

My life had been a series of tragic events. When Snake stormed back into my world, I was forced to stare into his vengeful blue eyes and the word agony took on a whole new meaning. Innocence is a funny word. It means something different for everyone, but for me it meant growing up far too young. It meant falling in love with a boy, and then having my heart ripped out of my chest in such a painful way that I never thought I’d recover.

Avery thought her suffering had ended. She thought wrong. After a traumatic start to life, being adopted was Avery's saving grace. She finally had parents who loved her and an entire mansion to call home. Her days were spent reading in the library and exploring her passion for ballet until a fateful accident changed everything and left her at the mercy of her step-brother.

This is a similar theme to the "Ride or Die" hitchhiker standalones but due to the horror nature of this story, it's not linked to that series. But check them out if you want more hitchhiker stories! This dark horror hitchhiker traumance has EXTREME content. Full list of content warnings on LaurenBiel.com. Please listen responsibly!

We're back for more! This time, don't let us pick you up. If you do, expect the unexpected. We can't stop now.

Shattered and betrayed, the Shadowed Souls have lost the woman they love to the stalker who has plagued her for years. A betrayal that cuts deeper than any wound, unraveling bonds of trust they thought were unbreakable. As Mr. XO tightens his grip, Avery's heart hangs in the balance, torn between the men she loves and the repercussions of her own choices.

At the worst moment, our little toy tries to run from us. She dares to act like she isn’t ours. So, I hunt her down and force her to remember who she belongs to. But she puts up a fight and tries to get under my skin. No one has gotten under my skin except Cole, and she does it so easily. It makes me livid. Angry. Afraid.

They say bad things happen in threes. For me, however, the fourth came in the form of Club Rapture. Locked in until morning, I'm forced to face unknown truths about myself, especially the lengths I’m willing to go to for praise. The Bloodied Skulls took everything that night. Stripped me bare and left me to pick up the pieces. Abandoned. Humiliated. Thrown into the shadows where my anger festered. Since then, I seek to find them and reap my revenge. They taught me to find pleasure in my pain, yet a bitter taste of anguish is all I’m left with.

A shocking revelation has torn the Shadowed Souls apart, splintering them from within. Now fractured and facing unseen dangers, the remaining members are forced to make an impossible choice: search for Wyatt, their self-destructive leader, or protect the feisty ballet dancer they've all come to cherish, Avery. Avery swept into their lives and captured their hearts, becoming the embodiment of everything these damaged men have always craved—a love to hold on to, a family to call their own.

Creatures of all kinds go to the Barista to find love, including the incubus known as Dante. Dante wants to find his soul mate—someone that won’t scream when they see his horns, his tail, and his…other thing. Thousands of years of seduction and power, and he still can’t fill the hole in his heart. When the Barista sets Dante up with a human named Peter, he realizes that he’s never wanted anyone else more. Peter is resistant, though, especially when it comes to the L word. Dante has his work cut out for him if he’s going to finally get his own little slice of hell.

Nothing much happens in a sleepy little town like mine. At least that is what I think until one night everything changes. People are disappearing at an alarming rate, but even more disturbing is how they end up on my table. I’m a coroner and no stranger to death, but even I wasn’t ready for the twisted game this killer plays. It turns personal when I awake to a gift and a note that says, He who wins a thousand common hearts is therefore entitled to some renown, but he who keeps undisputed sway over the heart of a coquette is indeed a hero.

Salem and Skye are two freshman roommates at Kildale Academy, when a fire destroys their dorm room. Left with no other options, they are forced to move into the only rooms available—which just happens to be at the fraternity known as Hell House. Little do they know their new housemates have been possessed by the Seven Deadly Sins, and they're in the mood for something downright sinful.

When a group of friends investigate the rumored ghost hauntings of a notorious cemetery, the band of complicated friends never expected their late night adventures would lead them to stumble into the hunting grounds of an ancient evil lurking nearby, enslaved by an unnatural fleshly craving.

I was born to kill angels. Now I’d raze both Heaven and Hell to protect one. While mortals scratched their first words into clay tablets, I was already knee-deep in angel blood. I am Nephithar, Hell’s most feared general—the Devil’s own creation, forged in the heart of the abyss for one purpose: war. My name is a curse on angel tongues, my legend painted in divine gore. I take pleasure in battle, in the chaos of slaughter, in the soft rustle of angel feathers torn from broken wings—trophies I’ve hoarded like sacred relics. But then I saw them.

Trista has been on the run for years, attempting to escape a past that isn’t willing to let her go. Life taught her that she can rely only on herself for survival, and in turn, it’s made her cold, calculating, manipulative, and just a little vindictive. She knows they’re out there searching for her. She knows someone will always be right behind her, but a life spent running and hiding is exhausting. A life spent fighting and outsmarting her pursuers takes a toll.

Don’t worry, Doll. You’ll taste heaven before you walk with the dead. Was I dead? I had wanted to die. I remembered deciding that I was done with this life and done with the memories and ghosts that haunted me. I’d looked at the darkness below and prayed for it to swallow me whole. Spreading my arms wide, I stepped off the ledge and woke up in hell. At least, I thought it was hell. It was hard to tell anymore. My soul was ripped from my chest long before now, and my heart had stopped beating when the gavel banged, sentencing me to five years in prison. So what was this place?

Myla is introduced to the BDSM world through her coworker David.

I'm supposed to be taking rulership of my planet when I find myself sneaking aboard an off-worlders' ship. It’s just my bad luck the last known shol male is a compatible mate, when being with him could jeopardize my entire species. I am a ruler, and it is my clan duty to mate for survival…not love. He can’t be mine if I wish to protect my planet from invasion.

Being the underboss for the most powerful mafia Don this side of the Mississippi requires a certain level of detachment. After vowing to myself I would never have a family, too afraid of what it’d be like to lose them, I pride myself in being so disconnected from all feelings. Especially when having emotions can get you killed in this line of work, I don’t need the distraction. When my world is turned upside down from a single lapse of judgment, will I go back on my vow? Will I be able to balance the life of a reaper and a family man?