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When I was a child, my grandma used to tell me stories. At the time, I never gave them much thought. Thinking they were just that… stories. Growing up, I soon realized that they weren’t lofty fantasies and fairy tales but memories of her past, memories of our ancestors before our world turned to shit. You see, what comes from legend, no matter how exaggerated the story becomes, there is always a sliver of truth. You just need to weed out the fiction from fact. My grandmother used to tell me stories of the Chosen One—the one who would save us all. When I was younger, I used to believe that what she said was true. Eventually, someone would be born, just as the Oracle predicted—someone who could save our souls and bind us back to our magic. Once I grew up and saw the world unfolding around me, I no longer believed in salvation. The chosen one seemed to be more of a prayer than reality. Some dream we wanted desperately to come true. Something in which we needed to find hope when there wasn’t any left. When our ancestors turned their backs on us, how were we expected to believe in this so-called salvation? Especially when all we witnessed was death and carnage ever since the great war. Nothing except pain and poverty. I used to believe the stories and used to pray for the mysterious chosen one that would rid our world of its evil. Now, though, I see it for what it really is, just a dream of hope. Some out of reach fairy-tale. A story to create hope. Hope is dangerous; it makes you believe things will get better. I stopped hanging on to hope when I witnessed firsthand that it caused nothing but heartache.

"You are mine, Princess. For the next two months, I own this body and you will not give it out to any other man. I own every fucking inch of this body." * Mireille had been a good girl all her life, sheltered by her protective brother until he goes on a three months travel. Mireille has to stay with his best friend whom she last saw in highschool. Mireille thinks she would finally be free from her brother's protectiveness but she turns out to be wrong as her brother's best friend is a worse version of her brother... Protective and possessive. Mireille wants to hate him but it seems to be impossible to hate a man as hot as Dante Romano. Hot, sexy and a billionaire mafia boss, Dante wants to make Mireille nothing more than his best friend's sister but it seems impossible with the heat that runs through their bodies with their every contact. She is his innocent princess and she is supposed to remain so but when lust pulls her close, she becomes his woman, his possession, the Bad Boy's Princess. But there are many more secrets lurking around, secrets insistent on pulling Mireille out of her innocent lifestyle.

He told me to clean his room. This was the day my life changed and I began living in hell. I’ve always been treated as a slave and bullied by other pack members but I had just turned eighteen that day and my mate was revealed to be the pack’s alpha, Jacob. Instead of outright accepting or rejecting me, he hurts me in the worst way by cheating on the mate bond while I am in the same room. He claims this she-wolf is his chosen. Then why is he not releasing me by rejecting me? Instead, he keeps me a prisoner in his room most of the time and has sex with his chosen and even other she-wolves. He even stole my innocence. He tells me he keeps me for his wolf as it keeps him calm, but I think he is just a psychopath who gains a thrill in torturing me. His chosen is just like him and she also enjoys it when he causes me pain. ********************************************** My best friend (who is an omega like me) heard from the beta of a neighboring pack that his Alpha was looking for me. I discovered we knew each other as children when his family came to this pack to visit the current alpha’s parents for a meeting. My friend contacted the alpha by phone, and he decided to make plans to come for a visit, when he did, I found out he was my second chance mate. How is this possible when I am still mated? ************************************************ ************************************************ I am Alpha Chase Carter and I have been searching for my fated mate for years. When I thought of what my mate would look like I would close my eyes and see the red-haired girl from my past. I’ve never forgotten her because I was always enthralled by her beauty, even at her young age. With her red hair and green eyes, she reminded me of a goddess in the form of a seven-year-old. I was twelve at the time. One night I had a dream or possibly even a vision of a red-haired beauty in pain. When I saw the source of her pain being a man in bed with a blond, I felt enraged. I woke up sweating and with a lingering nagging feeling that I needed to find her. Is it true? Is she, my mate? I remember the man calling her name, Amethyst. I must find her. I must save her.

Mature Contents Ahead. Please this book is highly rated 18+ "You'll pay for this Amelia, mark my words, you get married to me through deception, you'll suffer the consequences. And now, you'll face your first punishment, you want to be my wife huh, you'll face what happens to them on their wedding night." He chuckled, but it was one filled with bitterness. "You're not that beautiful. But that doesn't mean I won't have your body." Amelia Harper, a young lady with virtue, finds herself in a family and vicinity where she isn't acceptable. Her family borrowed money from Dylan Blackwood the billionaire and couldn't pay their debt. Dylan Blackwood decided to take the Harper's most beautiful daughter as a wife in place of the debt but she fled leaving her elder sister, the not so pretty one, Amelia Harper to suffer the consequences.

“What did you say, little wolf?” he asked. “Repeat.” I swallowed saliva down my dry throat. “I don’t belong to you,” I repeated, staring into his amber eyes. The next moment he pounced on me with predator's intensity. He pinned my wrists in one hand and forced them above my head. Pressing my body with his heavy one, he growled, “You belong to me, little wolf. Remember that. I am going to hunt you from the depths of hell if you try to run or hide.” He captured my lips in a sizzling kiss as he grounded his rock-hard erection on me. ---- After a perfect night with Violet, Dane rejects her, to marry Emily who is known to him from childhood and is the perfect choice. Feeling insulted and dejected, Violet runs away. However, Dane can't stop thinking about Violet and crazily hunts for her. At his pre-wedding party, he sees Violet with someone else. Jealousy rips his heart and this time he won't let her go, even if that means he has to break the rules. Violet resists him, because she has something precious to hide. What happens when Dane sees a pup who is his carbon copy? And he calls Violet, ‘Mom’. Will Violet accept his rejection finally? Or will she come back to him? Will Dane be able to seduce her back in his own, dark and twisted way? Or will he be forced to go back to Emily? Let the chase begin!

(COMPLETED) "I can't do it wi---th you all," I stuttered when Maynard touched my naked pussy while Lazlo spread my legs for Thiago, who was standing between my legs now. "Why not? we are all your mates, it's your obligation to please us all," Maynard whispered in my ear, pressing my boob and letting Lazlo play with my other boob. Thiago made a first thrust with so much pressure that my body stuttered, "Ah---," my scream subsided when Lazlo locked his lips against mine. Thiago left his dick inside me and ran his hand up and down my body, sort of letting the others to pull away a little. Having one Alpha King mate had made me go through so much and now I had three Alpha Mates and all of them wanted to fuck me at the same time. Being a lowly Omega is never an easy task. All Enya ever wanted was to live a peaceful life with her mate. She never expected to be rejected and cursed by her mate to never find another. But like they say, life is always filled with surprises. When the Moon Goddess plays a twist of fate, Enya finds herself in a room full of mates, all Alphas and sexy, all wanting to be pleased.

"You don't have to, not when you are willingly offering yourself to the devil himself" he moves round, circling her. " And you know what he's capable of doing, torture is what he's good at" "If I am standing before the devil himself, then" she paused before continuing, "I am ready to ride into his heart" she was bold. " You don't seem to be scared of darkness, do you? " He tilts his head to the side. " Not when I've spent every second in darkness," She said trying so hard not to cry. " I am ready to be consumed by the darkness in hell, to be bound to you for as long as I live and afterlife if only you make me yours! "She spoke out in a confident and decisive tone. " Little bunny," he was more than amused, " you don't make a deal with the devil! " He warns. That didn't scare her, as she spoke out." I already have" He let out devilish laughter, as the building vibrated in response as if experiencing an earthquake. His gaze travels back to the bunny, " SHE IS MINE!" His tone was so firm, claiming her before the Mafia Lords. Audrey Shawn is a nineteen year old girl who has always believed in the love of family, not until she was sold by her dad, the same person who was meant to protect her. She was broken, but nothing aches her more than the thought she was about to be sold to the highest bidder. Willing to take the chance, she willingly offers herself to a man she hasn't met before, beckoning to her, he was the devil himself. What will happen when she finds out that she's crossed a deal with the devil and can't find a way to escape?

—Me perteneces—. Su voz ronca inundó a Kon, sintió su cuerpo, arqueándose hacia él, a pesar de su resolución de no permitir que el diablo lo poseyera. —Eres mío, amor. Nadie más puede tocarte, excepto yo—. El susurro del diablo era como una caricia en su piel desnuda. Siendo un joven desesperado por terminar el instituto y pagar la deuda que tenía su madre, Kon nunca esperó encontrarse con el señor de la mafia conocido como el “Diablo”. Un hombre que no tiene emociones. Un diablo sádico al que no le importa nada más en este mundo que bañarse en la sangre de sus enemigos. Sólo un encuentro con él y su destino se reescribió. No sólo fue comprado por el Diablo, sino que también fue poseído por él. Ahora, está huyendo del diablo que está decidido a tenerlo, de vuelta a donde pertenecía. De vuelta en su cama, y encadenado.

What's worse more ! is that you are sold to a possessive and dark alpha, or that your father is the one who sold you and put you in this predicament. I do not know how I will survive all this, but I never gave up... He wants to sell her to the Alpha of the Black Moon and he is a dark alpha He is cruel to the extreme, and for him killing is the easiest thing to do... Lily is mad because of what her father is doing, as well as her brother, Jason. They do not believe that he wants to sell her to him so easily

Él era el Dom más estricto, le encanta controlar a las mujeres y ella era un pájaro libre, no le gustaba ser controlada por nadie. A él le gustaba el BDSM y ella lo odiaba. Él estaba buscando una sumisa desafiante y ella era perfecta para él, pero ella no estaba dispuesta a aceptar su oferta, pues vivía su vida sin reglas ni normas. Quería volar alto como un pájaro libre sin limitaciones. Él tenía un deseo ardiente de controlarla porque era su elección perfecta, pero ella era un hueso duro de roer. Estaba loco por convertirla en su sumisa y controlar su mente, su alma y su cuerpo. ¿Cuál será la chispa entre ellos? ¿Terminará Dom soltando el látigo o el pájaro metiéndose en la jaula? Para conocer estas respuestas únete al bonito e intenso viaje del amo más caliente y estricto con su linda mariposita. —Me hierve la sangre al solo hecho de mirarte. — ¿Qué quieres decir con esto? —Quiero decir que eres un Dominante que controla la vida de la gente y lo odio. —No sabes nada, mariposa. Al menos experiméntalo, y luego ódialo. —Será mejor si te echo del café dándote una patada en el culo. Sus ojos se abrieron un poco en shock. —También será una experiencia nueva para mí —.Sonreí. —Mariposa, te arrepentirás si vuelves a hacerme esto o incluso a decirme esto—. Su tono se volvió severo de repente. —Qué miedo—. Me burlé. —Vete a la mierda y lárgate de mi cafetería si no quieres que te patee el culo. Frunció el ceño y me arrastró hasta la parte trasera del café agarrándome de la muñeca. Luego me empujó a la sala de fiestas y cerró la puerta a toda prisa. —¿Qué coño te crees? Tú… —Cállate—. Rugió, cortando mis palabras. Volvió a agarrarme de la muñeca y me arrastró hasta el sofá. Se sentó y, con un rápido movimiento, me tiró al suelo y me inclinó sobre su regazo. Me inmovilizó contra el sofá presionando su mano en mi espalda y encerró mis piernas entre las suyas. ¿Qué estaba haciendo? El miedo me recorrió la espalda.