Devil

The guitarist? Her boss and his wolf? Her roommate? Will Abby pick one of them? Or All? After moving to the city, Abby heads into a job interview that will change her life. She meets some very s*xy dominant men, will she fall for her boss, the charming handsome CEO? Or the mysterious stranger? Her gamer-roommate? Or the handsome singer? Drake Collins did not want a mate, he never had, he liked what he had and didn't want anything to change his arrangement. He had always been happy with his arrangement with his best friend, business partner and sometimes lover Owen. They would share lovers, it kept things simple and uncomplicated. Owen was great at the 'feelings' part and he could take what he wanted from the relationship, the s*x. When he meets Abby things change and he realizes that maybe having a mate isn't such a bad thing. Owen Walker knew the second he saw her that he wanted her, he didn't just want Abby to be something that he and Drake got bored with and threw away when they were done with her. He wanted to mark her, claim her, keep her with him, not just him but with them. He knew that she was made for them, in all his time walking the earth he had never met anyone that smelled the way she did and that smell had him hooked from day one. He knew in an instant that there was nothing he wouldn't do to have her, body and blood.

She was only twenty two when everything was stolen from her. Her graduation from college was suppose to be the best day of her life but everything shattered in a blink of an eye. Kidnapped and dragged into an abandoned warehouse like a prey. A group of monsters took turns tearing her body, spirit and soul apart. Watching from the shadows was a lady, hidden behind a wolf mask. She could see the wide grin underneath the mask. She would never forget the serpent coiled on a rod tattoo on one of her attacker's shoulder. The last thing she saw before the darkness claimed her. They left her bloodied and broken. That night she should have died but fate had a twisted plan. A stranger saved her. Years later, the fragile girl they tried to bury rose from the ashes with a new name and a bloodstained purpose. Isadora Vasilieva A woman feared across borders. Ruthless,Brilliant&Untouchable. She clawed her way to the top of the underworld and built an empire, She took down clans that indulge in women and children s*x slave trade. She made herself a queen in a kingdom forged from pain. She moves and works in the dark . Although the power she has fought for and claimed never erased the memory of that night or the vow she made to burn those bastards alive. And then came...Rasmos Dragunov. A name that commanded power. Don of the Rasmos clan. Brutal,Cold,Rich,Handsome&Deadly. He is all one should never come across. The Devil himself. Issa has never bothered to enter his domain as far as he's not involve in any of her taboo. She has no business with him. Until one day. Their empires collide. Issa girls interrupted his business. Anger. The urge to conquer her empire filled him. He sets a trap, unfortunately her girls fell into it. He used it as a bait to lure her in. Rasmos recognizes her the moment she storms into his domain. He remembers her from the night he found her but he says nothing. He lets the past rots in silence. Instead, he plays the game. In exchange for the release of her girls, he offers a chilling deal. A Contract marriage for three months. But it's not romance that fuels his offer. It's strategy.During his research on her, he found out most of the things she has been up to. The masked lady and tattoo she has been going around torturing people for answers. Rasmos was able to link one or two together, she was looking for her attackers. And the tattoo? It is burned into his memory, one he could never forget. She wants revenge. He wants blood. It's a win-win. Three months. No escape. Living in his world.All in exchange for the lives of the only family she’s ever known. In a world ruled by blood and betrayal, can two devils join forces without devouring each other? And when power, secrets and passion collide, who will fall first?

“Do you think you can run from us?” Fyre whispered, sniffing my neck like a bloody dog. “If you run, we will give chase,” Moon smirked, running his gaze down my body, leaving shivers in their wake. “We won't rest until we get you back where you belong, right by our side!” Drake growled, his eyes hardening with each word. “The little rabbit thought he could run from us? Darling, you are in for a punishment from your kings,” Fin slowly snaked his tongue out, to lick his bottom lip, smirking when he noticed my shudder. “We will tie you in chains, and f*ck you so hard until you won't think about running away from home any more,” Lud said in a hard tone. Gulping, I gave the strange men a look, taking a step back in preparation for a retreat. **** Drugged and kidnapped, Palt, who was under the influence of a spell was taken through a ritual where he forgot all about his life at the palace with the kings. As an Incubus, he was the right candidate for the rogues, who were out to destroy the kings. When it was discovered that he was pregnant, they decided to let him keep the pregnancy, while training him to be the right mercenary for a grand plot to dethrone the kings. Now with a new name, his past forgotten, Palt is thrust into an adventure he didn't bargain for. Especially when he meets five kings who claim to be his Lords. The kings are on a hunt for their mate. And when beasts go out to prowl, they must return with their prey. It doesn't matter if the prey is willing. It must be captured.

Tomorrow I turn 18 and I will finally move out and get away from my cold hearted mother. That was the plan 3am the morning of my birthday our house is visited by the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His black eyes and aura told me he was a demon He had come for what my mother had promised him 18 years ago. She had promised him me.

Isabel scoffed as she stared at Caine. Was he really jealous that some group of men had been staring at her? Caine, glared at her, his gaze darkening at the skimpy dress she wore. “I’m not jealous, Isabel. I’m territorial. Jealousy is craving what isn’t yours. Being territorial is protecting what already is.” Caine removed his suit coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. "I'm not yours," Isabel declared while glaring at him. She was not a chattel to be owned, to be possessed. She was a human being and it was time Caine began treating her like one. Caine tightened his jaw and chuckled darkly. This impetuous, daring and stupid rabbit might just be the end of him. "You haven't come to the realization of things, have you?" He said with a malicious grin, "I am obsessed with you. I am addicted to you. You are mine, Solntse. Heaven ordained it, Earth honoured it and Hell feared it," he continued. "So how dare you, a mere mortal, refute it?" He asked with a perfectly curved eyebrow raised, staring deeply into her eyes as he tucked a strand of hair to the back of her ear. Caine’s hand slid around her throat, squeezing but not too hard. Just hard enough to remind her who was in control. “You are mine,” he murmured, lips a breath away from hers. “Every inch of you. Your pleasure. Your pain.” His fingers pressed lightly against her pulse, feeling the frantic rhythm. “Do you understand?” A breathless nod. “Words, Solntse.” “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling. A dark, satisfied gleam flickered in his eyes. **** On the day Isabel Silvarro was supposed to marry into wealth and power, she caught her fiancé in bed with her sister. One act of vengeance sent her straight into the arms of Caine Romano, New York’s most feared mafia king. One night. No names. Just anger and pleasure. She disappeared the next morning, thinking she’d left the past behind. Little did she know, her fate was waiting patiently. Five years later, she’s back in his city. Back under his control. And this time, there will be no escape. Because Caine wants more than revenge. He wants her on her knees. Bound, broken, and begging. He wants every moan, every secret, every scar. But Isabel has a past too and it's not just dangerous. It's deadly. And when enemies come for her blood, the only man who can save her happens to be the one who swore he'd ruin her.

Warning: 18+, strong mature, and sexual content. Sneak peek: "I don't believe in God, Hailey," he murmured, as his firm hands settled on my hips and lifted me from his lap, placing me onto his desk, "But... if I did, I would have thanked him for making you." A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hands slid under my college skirt, his fingers brushing on my p*ssy over my panties. "Damien, you are my brother..." I managed to whisper amid overwhelming desires. This felt so wrong. He emitted a husky chuckle, leaning closer to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Correction-Stepbrother." "But-" Before I could utter a word, his hand swiftly slipped down inside my panties, his fingers landing on my bare, wet heat and just when a moan could escape my lips, his mouth forcefully met mine swallowing the scream of pain as well pleasure when two of his fingers thrust into my p*ssy just like I'd felt them in my dreams... *** When I was dragged across the country to Los Angeles to live with my mom's new husband and his son, the last thing I expected was for my new brother to be off-limits. Least of all, I never imagined I'd find myself tempted by the forbidden. Damien Black: sinfully attractive, irrefutably irresistible, and seemingly devoid of warmth. Emotions meant nothing to him; girls were mere toys for him to have in bed. And there came my biggest mistake-believing I could be more than just a toy for him...maybe more than just another conquest in his collection. I was his dirty little secret, one that he wouldn't let go of, accept, shatter entirely, or mend. I was his toy; Well....his favorite one.

Paltmin was born a human and grew up as such. His life was mundane, and he was happy with his simple existence. However, all that seemed to come to a crash when he was taken to the palace to serve the kings of the kingdom. And that was when his problem began. Paltmin's body underwent a sudden change the first time he met the werewolf Alpha, and that was the start of his erotic adventures. Note: This book is a reverse harem, meaning the main character has multiple partners. ** Just hop on for the ride. I promise it will be an unforgettable, seductive journey.

“Say that you hate me!” “Say that I hurt you and that you fear me just like everybody else in this dumb pack.” The rage dripping from his voice tears a hole in my heart that hurts more than the fire he just burned my skin with. But I know him too well to not recognize the pain in his eyes. “Why can’t you just be like everybody else?!” I know him better than anyone and I know that he is just being mean because he wants me to drop him for his twin. But as soon as my wolf will finally awaken, I’ll show him that I’m fated to be with both of them.

For Ann,Lora was only the woman whom his Step Mother had planted as a spy in his life. All he could see in her everytime his eyes met hers was betrayal. But would a sudden divorce from her get him to see the good in her and leave him shamelessly begging to be together, forever?This happened when the step mother was in their house. It was a marriage full of secrets between families.All was not well and something needed to be done.Unfortunately Ann had to go ahead with devource as she trusted no one.Everyone seemed as a stranger to her.

Just as Willow is born a ghastly car accident claims the lives of her parents leaving her an orphan. 17 years later she grows up to be a young spirited girl who aspires to become a ballet dancer. Her chances of becoming a renowned ballet dancer are burned to ashes when her aunt sells her to an Italian family to work as a maid. Willow is indulged in a life of treachery, revenge,and secrets. ***************************** Willow curses under her breath as she treads more than hundred stairs clutching to a bucket filled with soapy water and a mop. She pushes the door open and a gasp escapes her lips when she sees a man in a towel wrapped around his waist, his body covered in droplets of water. His white eyes meet hers. "chi è la?"He mutters in his heavy Italian accent. Willow swallows hard and realizes that the man is blind. "posso sentirti respirare". Willow starts to back away and the man pulls out a pistol aiming it precisely at her head. "fottuto discorso idiota"he mumbles in Italian. Willow closes her eyes tightly. "Don't shoot, it's me, the new maid!" She blurts out in a panic. Adelio withdraws his gun, scoffing in annoyance. "What is your name?" "Willow..." She softly whisperers. Adelio requests Willow to be his new caretaker. Will Willow survive the clutches of the ruthless blind mafia don?