Destiny B

I hum, stroking my chin thoughtfully. "There's only one way to get out of that." My attention is strictly on my feisty mama now. She swallows hard, jutting her chin out in defiance. "What the f*ck do you want from me?" she bites out. Mmm, I can't wait to punish that bratty mouth of hers. "Be my pet. I'll be allowed to do whatever I want to you for the duration of the six months." ***** Diego Reyes is the Mexican mafia lord in Las Vegas running a s*x club. After finding out one of his most trusted men, Antonio Davis, stole money from him, he kills him and plans to do the same to his entire family. That is until he meets Vanessa, Antonio’s youngest daughter. He makes a deal with her that if she and her sister work for him for six months, he’ll let them go, but he wants her all to himself. He’s determined to make her his little pet and consume her mind, body, and spirit. As disgusted as Vanessa should be that she belongs to her father’s murderer, she finds herself enjoying the lifestyle and wanting more.

«¿Qué pasa, gatita? ¿Te estoy sacando de quicio?», pregunta en tono burlón. Me doy la vuelta, con la esperanza de que no se dé cuenta de lo mucho que me está sacando de quicio. Sabe que odio ese m*ld*t* apodo, pero no ha dejado de llamarme así desde que éramos pequeños. «Te dije que dejaras de llamarme así», murmuro, tratando de mantener la voz firme. «Y yo te dije que nunca dejaría de llamarte así». Apreto los dientes, sintiendo cómo crece mi frustración. «Eres un p*to idiota. ¿Por qué es ese mi apodo, de todos modos?» «Porque siempre tienes las garras sacadas, pero cuando llega el momento de arañar y morder, eres prácticamente inofensiva». Una risa amarga se me escapa mientras me vuelvo hacia él. «Vete al c*r*j*. Podría arañarte los malditos ojos si quisiera». «Claro que puedes, Gatita», repite él, sonriendo solo para enojarme más. «Pero por si acaso esas garras no se clavan lo suficientemente profundo, ten en cuenta que siempre puedes recurrir a mí, a Niko y a Mace si estás en problemas». ¿Por qué sigue diciendo eso? No los necesito, nunca los he necesitado. Ni siquiera cuando mataron a mi papá. Nunca dejé que nadie me viera llorar y me secaba las lágrimas a solas. Tal como papá hubiera querido de su chica fuerte. «Tiene razón, dulce niña. Puedes llamarnos si alguna vez nos necesitas», agrega Nikolai, saliendo de la casa y uniéndose a nosotros. Mace aparece justo detrás de él. Oh, genial. Aquí están los tres idiotas. ***** Advertencia: ABUSO, VIOLENCIA, ROMANCE OSCURO, FICCIÓN CON FICCIÓN DE «PAPÁ». HABRÁ S*x MM, MF y MFMM A los veintitrés años, Alyssa Bennett regresa a su pequeño pueblo natal, huyendo de su esposo abusivo con su hija de siete meses, Zuri. Incapaz de contactarse con su hermano, recurre a regañadientes a sus *m*d*os* mejores amigos en busca de ayuda, a pesar de que siempre la han atormentado. King, el matón de la pandilla de motociclistas de su hermano, los Crimson Reapers, está decidido a doblegarla. Nikolai busca reclamarla para sí mismo, y Mason, siempre el seguidor, simplemente está contento de ser parte de la acción. Mientras Alyssa navega por las peligrosas dinámicas de los amigos de su hermano, debe encontrar una manera de protegerse a sí misma y a Zuri, al tiempo que descubre oscuros secretos que podrían cambiarlo todo.

«O que se passa, gatinha? Estou a irritar-te?», pergunta ele, provocador. Desvio o olhar dele, na esperança de que não perceba o quanto me está a irritar. Ele sabe que detesto aquela porra de uma alcunha, mas não parou de me chamar assim desde que éramos pequenos. «Já te disse para parares de me chamar isso», murmuro, tentando manter a voz firme. «E eu disse-te que nunca iria parar de te chamar assim.» Ranger os dentes, sentindo a minha frustração a aumentar. «És mesmo um idiota. Afinal, porque é que esse é o meu apelido?» «Porque tens sempre as garras de fora, mas quando chega a hora de arranhar e morder, és praticamente inofensiva.» Uma risada amarga escapa-me enquanto me viro de novo para ele. «Vai-te foder. Eu podia arranhar-te os malditos olhos se quisesse.» «Claro que podes, Gatinha», diz ele de novo, a sorrir só para me irritar ainda mais. «Mas, caso essas garras não cravem fundo o suficiente, lembra-te de que podes sempre contar comigo, com o Niko e com o Mace se estiveres em apuros.» Porque é que ele continua a dizer isso? Não preciso deles, nunca precisei. Nem mesmo quando o meu pai foi assassinado. Nunca deixei ninguém ver-me chorar e enxugava as minhas próprias lágrimas à socapa. Tal como o papá teria querido da sua menina forte. «Ele tem razão, querida. Podes ligar-nos se alguma vez precisares de nós», acrescenta Nikolai, saindo de casa e juntando-se a nós. O Mace aparece logo atrás dele. Oh, ótimo. Aqui estão os três idiotas. ***** AVISO: ABUSO, VIOLÊNCIA, ROMANCE SOMBRIO, FICÇÃO «DADDY». HAVERÁ CENA SEXUAL MM, MF e MFMM Aos vinte e três anos, Alyssa Bennett regressa à sua pequena cidade natal, fugindo do marido abusivo com a filha de sete meses, Zuri. Incapaz de contactar o irmão, recorre relutantemente aos *idiotas* melhores amigos dele para pedir ajuda — apesar do historial deles de a atormentarem. King, o capanga do gangue de motoqueiros do irmão, os Crimson Reapers, está determinado a quebrá-la. Nikolai pretende reivindicá-la para si, e Mason, sempre o seguidor, está simplesmente contente por fazer parte da ação. À medida que Alyssa navega pelas dinâmicas perigosas dos amigos do irmão, tem de encontrar uma forma de se proteger a si própria e a Zuri, ao mesmo tempo que descobre segredos sombrios que podem mudar tudo.

«Che c’è, gattina? Ti sto facendo arrabbiare?» mi chiede in tono provocatorio. Mi volto dall’altra parte, sperando che non si accorga di quanto mi stia facendo incazzare. Sa bene che odio quel fottuto soprannome, ma non ha mai smesso di chiamarmi così da quando eravamo piccoli. «Ti ho detto di smetterla di chiamarmi così», mormoro, cercando di mantenere la voce ferma. «E io ti ho detto che non smetterò mai di chiamarti così.» Digrigno i denti, sentendo la frustrazione montarmi dentro. «Sei proprio uno stronzo. E comunque, perché è questo il mio soprannome?» «Perché hai sempre gli artigli fuori, ma quando è il momento di graffiare e mordere, sei praticamente innocua.» Una risata amara mi sfugge mentre mi volto di nuovo verso di lui. «Vaffanculo. Potrei cavarti quei maledetti occhi se volessi.» «Certo che puoi, Gattina», ripete lui, sorridendo apposta per farmi incazzare ancora di più. «Ma nel caso in cui quegli artigli non affondassero abbastanza in profondità, tieni a mente che puoi sempre contare su di me, su Niko e su Mace se ti trovi nei guai.» Perché continua a dirlo? Non ho bisogno di loro, non ne ho mai avuto bisogno. Neanche quando mio padre è stato assassinato. Non ho mai permesso a nessuno di vedermi piangere e mi sono asciugata le lacrime da sola, in privato. Proprio come papà avrebbe voluto dalla sua ragazza tosta. «Ha ragione, dolce ragazza. Puoi chiamarci se mai avessi bisogno di noi», aggiunge Nikolai, uscendo di casa e raggiungendoci. Mace appare proprio dietro di lui. Oh, fantastico. Eccoli qui, tutti e tre gli idioti. ***** TW: ABUSI, VIOLENZA, ROMANZO OSCURO, FASCINAZIONE PER IL “PAPÀ”. CI SARANNO SCENE DI SESSO MM, MF e MFMM A ventitré anni, Alyssa Bennett torna nella sua piccola città natale, in fuga dal marito violento insieme alla loro figlia di sette mesi, Zuri. Incapace di contattare suo fratello, si rivolge a malincuore ai suoi *stronzi* migliori amici per chiedere aiuto, nonostante abbiano sempre tormentato lei. King, il braccio destro della banda di motociclisti di suo fratello, i Crimson Reapers, è deciso a spezzarla. Nikolai punta a farla sua, mentre Mason, da sempre un seguace, è semplicemente felice di far parte dell’azione. Mentre Alyssa si destreggia tra le pericolose dinamiche degli amici di suo fratello, deve trovare un modo per proteggere se stessa e Zuri, scoprendo al contempo oscuri segreti che potrebbero cambiare tutto.

„Was ist los, Kätzchen? Bringe ich dich etwa aus der Fassung?“, fragt er neckisch. Ich wende mich von ihm ab, in der Hoffnung, dass er nicht merkt, wie sehr er mich gerade auf die Palme bringt. Er weiß, dass ich diesen verdammten Spitznamen hasse, aber er hat seit unserer Kindheit nicht aufgehört, mich so zu nennen. „Ich habe dir gesagt, du sollst aufhören, mich so zu nennen“, murmele ich und versuche, meine Stimme ruhig zu halten. „Und ich habe dir gesagt, dass ich nie aufhören werde, dich so zu nennen.“ Ich knirsche mit den Zähnen und spüre, wie meine Frustration steigt. „Du bist so ein Arsch. Warum ist das überhaupt mein Spitzname?“ „Weil du immer deine Krallen ausgefahren hast, aber wenn es darauf ankommt, zu kratzen und zu beißen, bist du praktisch harmlos.“ Ein bitteres Lachen entweicht mir, als ich mich wieder zu ihm umdrehe. „Fick dich. Ich könnte dir die verdammten Augen auskratzen, wenn ich wollte.“ „Klar, das kannst du, Kätzchen“, sagt er wieder und grinst, nur um mich noch mehr zu ärgern. „Aber nur für den Fall, dass diese Krallen nicht tief genug eindringen: Denk daran, dass du dich immer an mich, Niko und Mace wenden kannst, wenn du in Schwierigkeiten steckst.“ Warum sagt er das immer wieder? Ich brauche sie nicht, das habe ich noch nie. Nicht einmal, als mein Vater ermordet wurde. Ich habe mich nie von jemandem weinen sehen lassen und meine Tränen heimlich weggewischt. Genau so, wie Daddy es von seinem starken Mädchen erwartet hätte. „Er hat recht, süßes Mädchen. Du kannst uns anrufen, wenn du uns jemals brauchst“, fügt Nikolai hinzu, der aus dem Haus tritt und sich zu uns gesellt. Mace taucht direkt hinter ihm auf. Oh, toll. Da sind alle drei Trottel. ***** TW: MISSBRAUCH, GEWALT, DARK ROMANCE, DADDY-KINK. ES WIRD MM-, MF- UND MFMM-S*x geben Mit dreiundzwanzig kehrt Alyssa Bennett in ihre kleine Heimatstadt zurück und flieht mit ihrer sieben Monate alten Tochter Zuri vor ihrem gewalttätigen Ehemann. Da sie ihren Bruder nicht erreichen kann, wendet sie sich widerwillig an seine *ssh*l* besten Freunde, um Hilfe zu bekommen – trotz ihrer Vergangenheit, in der diese sie immer wieder gequält haben. King, der Vollstrecker der Motorradgang ihres Bruders, der „Crimson Reapers“, ist darauf aus, sie zu brechen. Nikolai will sie für sich beanspruchen, und Mason, der ewige Mitläufer, ist einfach nur froh, Teil des Geschehens zu sein. Während Alyssa sich in den gefährlichen Machtverhältnissen unter den Freunden ihres Bruders zurechtfinden muss, muss sie einen Weg finden, sich und Zuri zu schützen – und entdeckt dabei dunkle Geheimnisse, die alles verändern könnten.

"What about you? You know you can't just drink your troubles away." "Hey, don't judge me! I've had a crappy week," I scowl back at him defensively. Betrayed by a boyfriend and fired by the company. Worry clouds in his eyes, but it's gone in a blink of an eye, replaced by a mask of indifference. Suddenly, I fall out of the barstool, and strong arms swiftly wrap around my waist, stopping me from embarrassing myself further. "Woah, you okay?" his warm breath fans against the nape of my neck, sending tingles up my spine. Or maybe that's just the alcohol. He pulls me closer, his arms wrapping tightly around my upper body to keep me steady. I can feel the firmness of his abs pressing against my back, and I gasp. "That's enough for you, ma'am. Do you have someone to take you home?" the bartender asks. I would call Candy, but she's probably busy at work and I know after seeing me hammered like this, I would have to open up about my f*ck*d *p week and I'm still not looking forward to that. So, my only hope is the s*xy stranger. I try to ask him to help me to my car, but my slurred words make it uncertain if he understood. He glares down at me, nostrils flaring, and firmly states, "No. I'm taking you home." *** Kiara Black and Trey Thompson have a one night stand after meeting each other at a bar, attempting to find solace from their personal problems. Days later, Kiara attends a welcome home party for her best friend's brother that she's never met before. After finding out that she accidentally slept with Candice's brother, she makes it her mission to avoid Trey at all cost, but he's determined to make her fall in love with him.

"What's wrong, kitten? Am I getting you riled up?" he asks teasingly. I turn away from him, hoping he won't see how much he's pissing me off.  He knows I hate that f*ck*ng nickname, but he hasn't stopped calling me that since we were little. "I told you to stop calling me that," I murmur, trying to keep my voice steady. "And I told you that I would never stop calling you that." I grind my molars, feeling my frustration rise. "You're such a d*ck. Why is that my nickname anyway?" "Because you always have your claws out, but when it's time to scratch and bite, you're practically harmless." A bitter laugh bubbles out of me as I turn back to him. "F*ck you. I could claw your d*mn eyes if I wanted to." "Sure, you can, Kitten," he says again, grinning just to piss me off more. "But just in case those claws don't sink deep enough, keep in mind that you can always call on me, Niko, and Mace if you're in trouble." Why does he keep saying that? I don't need them, I never have. Not even when my dad was murdered. I never let anyone see me cry and wiped my own tears in private. Just like Daddy would have wanted from his tough girl.  "He's right, sweet girl. You can call us if you ever need us," Nikolai adds, emerging from the house and joining us. Mace appears right behind him.  Oh, great. Here are all three dumbasses.  ***** TW: ABUSE, VIOLENCE, DARK ROMANCE, DADDY KINK. THERE WILL BE MM, MF, and MFMM s*x At twenty-three, Alyssa Bennett returns to her small hometown, fleeing her abusive husband with their seven-month-old daughter, Zuri. Unable to contact her brother, she reluctantly turns to his *ssh*l* best friends for help-despite their history of tormenting her. King, the enforcer of her brother's motorcycle gang, the Crimson Reapers, is intent on breaking her. Nikolai aims to claim her for himself, and Mason, ever the follower, is just glad to be part of the action. As Alyssa navigates the dangerous dynamics of her brother's friends, she must find a way to protect herself and Zuri, all while discovering dark secrets that could change everything.

« Qu’est-ce qui ne va pas, mon petit chaton ? Je t’énerve, ou quoi ? », demande-t-il d’un ton taquin. Je lui tourne le dos, en espérant qu’il ne voie pas à quel point il m’énerve. Il sait très bien que je déteste ce foutu surnom, mais il n’a jamais cessé de m’appeler comme ça depuis qu’on est petits. « Je t’ai dit d’arrêter de m’appeler comme ça », murmuré-je, en essayant de garder une voix calme. « Et je t’ai dit que je n’arrêterais jamais de t’appeler comme ça. » Je serre les mâchoires, sentant ma frustration monter. « T’es vraiment un c*nnard. Pourquoi c’est mon surnom, d’ailleurs ? » « Parce que tu sors toujours tes griffes, mais quand vient le moment de griffer et de mordre, tu es pratiquement inoffensive. » Un rire amer m’échappe alors que je me retourne vers lui. « Va te faire f*uter. Je pourrais t’arracher tes putains d’yeux si je le voulais. » « Bien sûr que tu peux, Chaton », répète-t-il en souriant, juste pour m’énerver encore plus. « Mais au cas où ces griffes ne s’enfonceraient pas assez profondément, n’oublie pas que tu peux toujours faire appel à moi, à Niko et à Mace si tu as des ennuis. » Pourquoi n’arrête-t-il pas de dire ça ? Je n’ai pas besoin d’eux, je n’en ai jamais eu besoin. Même pas quand mon père a été assassiné. Je n’ai jamais laissé personne me voir pleurer et j’ai essuyé mes larmes toute seule, en privé. Exactement comme papa l’aurait voulu de sa petite fille courageuse. « Il a raison, ma chérie. Tu peux nous appeler si jamais tu as besoin de nous », ajoute Nikolai en sortant de la maison pour nous rejoindre. Mace apparaît juste derrière lui. Oh, super. Voilà les trois crétins. ***** AVERTISSEMENT : MALTRAITANCE, VIOLENCE, ROMANCE NOIRE, FÉTICHISME DU « DADDY ». IL Y AURA DES SCÈNES DE SEXE MM, MF ET MFMM À vingt-trois ans, Alyssa Bennett retourne dans sa petite ville natale, fuyant son mari violent avec leur fille de sept mois, Zuri. Incapable de joindre son frère, elle se tourne à contrecœur vers ses *connards* de meilleurs amis pour obtenir de l’aide – malgré le fait qu’ils l’aient toujours tourmentée par le passé. King, le bras droit du gang de motards de son frère, les Crimson Reapers, est bien décidé à la briser. Nikolai compte bien la faire sienne, et Mason, toujours prêt à suivre le mouvement, est simplement ravi de prendre part à l’action. Alors qu’Alyssa navigue dans les dynamiques dangereuses des amis de son frère, elle doit trouver un moyen de se protéger, elle et Zuri, tout en découvrant de sombres secrets qui pourraient tout changer.

"Just f*ck my life," I snarl, "I need some fresh air." "I see you're still in a bad mood," a familiar, hated voice drawls, dripping with with arrogance. Jaxon leans against the wall beside me, the heat from his body radiating like a furnace. Some sick impulse inside me wants to lean against him, just to see how it feels, but there's no way in hell I'm allowing that to happen. "Maybe if you would stop stalking me, I wouldn't be," I snap, turning my back to him. He lets out a low snort. "Please. I just keep running into you by accident." "Well, you won't have to worry about that soon." "And why is that?" he asks, a hint of curiosity creeping into his voice. I meet his eyes, but the intensity is too much, so I look away. "Why do you care? You'll be Alpha soon, and you can continue f*ck*ng all the pack sluts your heart desires. That's if you even have a heart," I growl bitterly. WARNINGS: s****l CONTENT, DOMESTIC ABUSE, SUICIDE, GRIEF, AND VIOLENCE! Melanie Stokes is Alpha Damon’s eldest daughter and heir. Jaxon Miller is the fatherless male wolf that snatches the title right from underneath her. After they begin to work together as Alpha and Beta, they make a deal to have a casual relationship until the Mating Ball, when they will both meet their mates and decide their fates from then. What happens when Jaxon discovers they are mates a month before the ball and that the Moon Goddess chose her from birth to become a member of “The Alpha Council” that will force her to leave the pack? Can he make her fall in love with him before her hatred causes her to reject him? Can love even prevail the challenges they will face if she does choose him? Find out when you read, “Alpha Jaxon” by Destiny B.

"What's your name, princess?" Princess. It sent a shiver down my spine, and my entire body seemed to catch fire. "Angelique," I managed to respond in a hushed tone, uncertain if he caught my name amid the chaotic beating of my heart. "Angelique," he purred, his voice a sensuous melody, "a perfect name for someone as enchantingly beautiful as you are." My name rolled off his tongue like velvet, each syllable caressing the air. Holy sh*t, was it hot in here, or was it just me? "Uh, thanks. What's yours?" I inquired, capturing my bottom lip between my teeth. His gaze fixated on the subtle movement, and he moistened his lips with a slow, deliberate flick of his tongue, sending heat straight to my core. "Dante Greene. I'm surprised you haven't heard about me," he said, his eyes dancing with amusement, as if he could sense the effect he had on me. Could you imagine? I would literally die right now if he knew why I kept shifting in my seat. Gushes of heat were currently pooling in my underwear like a relentless waterfall, and the more he spoke and stared at me like a predator locked on its prey, the more intense it got... *** 17-year-old Angelique Baker is forced to move to a new town under mysterious circumstances. Starting a new school at the end of her senior year has already turned her world upside down, but just wait until she finds out she's mated to a werewolf and discovers the secrets her dad has been keeping from her since her mom's disappearance.