Sabelle

Selene Monroe stormed out of her birthday party, furious after a fight with her obsessive ex. She never made it home. Kidnapped and thrown into a secret vampire auction, she becomes just another prize for the highest bidder. Until Prince Lucien Drazen sees her. Cursed with a deadly touch, Lucien has never known warmth. But Selene doesn't flinch when he touches her. She doesn’t burn. And he remembers her. Now she’s his. Not just for her blood, but for the answers she carries. She might be the key to breaking the curse that has ruled his life forever.

"I want you to feel everything I shall do to you tonight, everything." Another kiss followed, tracing a line from her stomach to her lips. He then lifted his face to hers, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss, his lips coaxing hers open. As he did, he pressed a block of ice to her lips, guiding it with his mouth, the coldness sharp and foreign against her. The chill of the ice struck her, yet it slowly melted, mingling with the warmth of his breath as he kissed down her shoulder, his face burying into the soft curve of her neck. A soft moan escaped her lips. “Yes, dearest, do it—moan for me.” -- Determined to make the Alpha who forced her into marriage jealous, Magdalena turned to another man, unaware that it was the Alpha himself in disguise. But what happens when the truth comes to light? When she realizes the man she fell for was him all along? Will she walk away from the deception, or stay, knowing her heart has already chosen him? Note: This is a dark werewolf romance containing explicit content.

“Don’t… don’t come closer.” I backed away, heart pounding as he stalked toward me, eyes dark with hunger. “Come on, darling,” he murmured, voice silk and sin. “Don’t play innocent. You love it when I sink my fangs into your neck.” The words hit me like fire. My legs trembled. A warmth slid down my thigh, and I swallowed hard. How could he make me feel this way with just words? “You see?” His tone deepened, rougher now. “You’re already trembling just thinking about it.” I shook my head, backing up until the wall caught me. “Please, my lord… I beg you. Let me go. I don’t want this.” In a blink, he was there. His hand caught my jaw, breath mingling with mine. “I want you,” he whispered, “and there is....” He froze. A scent hit him hard. A growl followed. That filthy dog. “How dare you come here?” “Leave my mate alone,” King Kael snarled from the dark, his eyes burning gold. --- What do you do when you’re bound to two of the most powerful kings in the world? One drinks your blood. One owns your soul. I, Danika, am the blood host of a feral vampire king and the rejected mate of the werewolf king. When both decide they want me, do I choose one? Or claim them both?

After five years of leaving Seattle and her normal life with her ex-lover. She comes back with her child, but not as the Kathleen anyone knew before, but as a good businesswoman. And going to a dinner party and accidentally meeting her ex-lover, her love for him re-kindled and she seem to go on another romantic session with him. But would they be together after his ex- girlfriend came back to cause more trouble for them?. ........... Copyright statement: Copyright © 2022 by Authoress Bella. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanic methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain noncommercial uses permitted by law. All the characters of this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Warning- Mature Audiences only!. -Strong sexual content. -® rated language. © Original work. Description: "Get up!." He commanded. His voice was stern and his cold blue eyes pierced into my skin. I didn't look fazed by his intimidating demeanor. "You muckerfucker blood-sucking demon." I cussed, biting down my lower lip to hinder myself from not raining more curses at him. He smirked. He glided across the room until he stood in front of me, I looked right into his eyes as he lowered down to my level. His hand gripped my chin up, his blue eyes looking deep into mine. "You won't end well if you continue to speak to me like that," I smirked. "I am not afraid of you!" He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "And you're afraid of death, I am death." My jaw dropped. He knows where to get me. He let go of me seeing my frightened look and looking satisfied. "But you didn't have to kill that girl for my sake. She did nothing." "Someone's going to cover up for you." He turned around and went to sit on my bed. "But I didn't kill him. There was nothing to cover up for." "Oh, dear." He said and lit his joint up. "He died." I froze. I killed someone too. I've stained my hands with blood. "Don't look too surprised and all that stunned. That's one thing you'll learn how to do and face. You've got to learn how to kill." *** Vanora Campbell's mom died leaving her with her uncaring father, she blamed her father for killing her mother and lived so carelessly thereafter. Her life turned upside down when her dad sold her to the Italian mafia boss, Zavi Covillie.