Kidnap

Lily is forced to move to a quiet town after her mother remarries, she feels like her entire world has fallen apart. The city lights, her friends, her freedom all gone. Now she must adjust to a life she never wanted, trapped between a new stepfamily that barely tolerates her and the eerie calm of a forest that seems to whisper her name. But destiny has already begun to weave its threads around her. At Gateway University, Lily meets Byrain, a mysterious, charming, yet distant student who always seems to appear when she least expects him. There’s something about him, his intense gaze, the quiet strength in his voice, the way he looks at her as if he’s known her forever. What Lily doesn’t know is that Byrain is not entirely human

Book 2 of Alphas Possession When Harlow's twin sister is killed in place of her at an Omega sanctuary auction, she finds herself on the run from two Alpha packs and the authorities. She must find a way to make sure that she avoids the fate that her sister met by posing as her dead twin. Harlow finds herself in a precarious position after taking a job with the pack that has been hunting her for some time. With no one to trust and a secret identity to protect, she must find a way to navigate a world where Alphas reign.

Imagine you planned to have your boyfriend kidnapped, delivered to your blindfolded and gagged. You f*ck him, and pull the hood off after, only to be face to face with a stranger. That stranger, you quickly lean, is the Don of the Cosa Nostra. He's all too pleased to have taken part in your kidnap fantasy. Please note: This is a short, lighthearted, funny erotic story.

One hundred years later Thaddeus POV My name was enough to send most people running. Those that didn’t were fools, for they would feel my wrath. I am the king of darkness. The Dark Tribrid, they call me, the one that changed the world. I am destruction, and countries have fallen by these hands. Mercy isn’t a part of my vocabulary; I didn’t grant forgiveness or mercy. It was best to stay on my good side. My mother thought she was protecting me, keeping my magic from me. That betrayal hurt the most. She took a piece of me, and I nearly killed her by getting it back. I knew growing up I was different. I saw life differently. Sure, I came from a home filled with love and everything a child could desire. My parents would have moved heaven and hell for me. Yet that was their downfall. Their betrayal. From the outside, we were the perfect family. Our lives were great until my sixteenth birthday. I stopped aging at thirty, but the darkness made me feel every bit of the hundred and one years I have had on this earth. Sucking every part of me away until I become what I am now. I used to fear the darkness, now I embrace it.

My name is enough to send most people running. Those that don’t are fools, and for that, they will feel my wrath. I am the King of Darkness. The Dark Tribrid is what they call me. Destruction is what I am, what I bring, and what I am known for. Countries have fallen by my hands. A world changed by me and the blood I have spilled. People now fear the dark, fear the Dark Ones. My mother thought she was protecting me by keeping my magic from me. That betrayal is what hurt the most. She took a piece of me, and I nearly killed her for it. Growing up, I knew I was different. My outlook on life was different. My childhood was filled with love and everything a child could desire. But despite my upbringing, I always felt like I was lacking something. Something vital was missing from my life. From the outside, we appeared to be the perfect family. Our lives were great until I turned sixteen, and I came back into possession of my magic. The darkness s*ck*d all parts of me away until I became the person I am today. I used to fear the darkness, now I embrace it. For decades, I roamed the Earth, struggling to find meaning, and that was how I stumbled across my mates. At first, they feared me. By then, everyone had heard my name, not a country left intact as I made my way through each one, trying to figure out my purpose. I met Ryland first. He was just as sadistic as me and a werewolf. We continued our reign of terror until we met our other mate. I was hoping for a woman, not that I was uncomfortable with my sexuality. It is what it is. I would f*ck anything with legs to fulfill my needs and my mates. Orion was different, weaker. He disagreed with my past and the things we had done. He was much older than both of us and knew of my grandfather. Orion is a vampire and a little old-fashioned, but he is mine even though he annoys and frustrates me. He hated me at first, but he came to see reason. He has remained by my side, even when he disagrees, trying to talk me down and change me. Yet, now I think he has given up. Then, there is her. I thought I was complete until I met her. Evelyn Harper, the light in my darkness. I want her, crave her. She is a human and perfectly made for us. Evelyn is everything I never realized I desired, and exactly what I was searching for. The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she would be ours. She just didn’t know it.

“You must understand something, little dove.” He started to speak. I continued to s*ck in deep breaths, both scared and aroused. “The more you push me away, the more you make me crave you.” ~~ Iris decides to embark on a wild ride after she is dumped by her fiance, two weeks to their wedding. A dare-or-dare game brings her face-to-face with a hot stranger she must kiss. One kiss won’t hurt, right? Wrong. The kiss changes the course of her life forever. She has entangled herself with the devil himself, Damon Maddox, and he has sworn to stop at nothing to keep her glued to his bed. When she is forcefully entangled into a world she never thought existed – a world of beasts; prey and predator – Iris must hold onto the safety of her handsome stranger: The Lycan king with a secret that could cost them their lives.

"I'm not yours!" I snap, my eyes narrowing into slits as I glare at him. A wicked grin curls on his lips. "Oh, but you are, little deer. How can you even begin to deny it?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against my neck as he drags his nose along my skin, inhaling deeply. "You let me touch you. Now, you. Are. Mine." I shake my head vigorously, my voice trembling as I stammer, "I... I wasn't awake. I didn't know it was you. I thought it was him!" The words spill out, more an attempt to convince myself than to sway him. His dark, sinister laugh reverberates as he presses closer, pinning me against the wall, his body a cage around mine. "Yet your eyes were fixed on his face, weren't they, little deer? Even as you came so hard around my fingers." He's right. My heart pounds as I recall the moment, my gaze locked on Justin, terrified he would wake and discover us. Luna thought she had everything she wanted—a loving relationship with her boyfriend, Justin, and a life that felt secure. But everything changed in a single, haunting night. For years, Luna had been living under the shadow of a mysterious stalker, someone who invaded her apartment, left unsettlingly sweet gifts, and even stole her clothing. She never imagined that the danger was closer than she could have ever suspected. After a night of partying, Luna drifts off to sleep between Justin and his best friend, Dante. But what she doesn't know is that Dante, the man she trusted, is the very stalker who has been obsessing over her for years. And now, with her so close, his twisted desires are becoming impossible to resist. Luna is about to discover that the real threat has always been lying right beside her.

I have two rules for surviving college, Stay out of his way. Don't let him see you. But Massimo Bianchi doesn't follow rules-he makes them. The heir to the Bianchi Empire, a man with a dark past and a reputation that chills the blood, Massimo doesn't play nice. And for some reason, he's decided I'm his favorite game. He's ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to ignore, even if I try. I should stay away. I should hate him. But the more I try to escape him, the deeper he pulls me into his dangerous world. The more I hate him, the more he seduces me with his cold smile, his calculating gaze, and his twisted games. I'm not supposed to want him. I'm supposed to keep my distance, keep my secrets, keep my heart locked away. But when the devil himself comes knocking, there's no escape. Not from him. Not from the desire that burns through my every nerve. And the worst part? I think he knows it.

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 sh*t. 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.

Andrei had finally found his mate, and he couldn't believe his luck when he found Sage. Second-chance mates have never been heard of. However, he soon realizes that Sage is just as broken as he is. Sage spent years in the hands of monsters and now finds herself in Andrei's forsaken hands, which are just as tainted as those that kidnapped her. Yet now he must win her over. Only the goddess loves to twist fate; Andrei hates rogues except Sage, his Newfound second-chance mate. Yet winning her over and getting her to agree to be his mate has proven difficult until one little rogue boy wanders close to his borders. Sage instantly takes a liking to the small boy with a cheeky smile. Will little Jonah be his redemption and a way to his Luna's heart, or will the cheeky little rogue boy stir up more trouble than he thought imaginable?