The Return Of A Mafia Lord

Alpha Kalista is doing her best to care for her pack after her father’s mysterious death. All goes well until the night of the Moon Festival when all hell lets loose and her pack members start to drop dead one by one. She tries to find a cure to the disease ravaging the pack, and she is shocked to find out that the cure is in the hands of the most hated Alpha in the entire wereforest, Alpha Gray. Frustrated and desperate, she goes to him for the cure and he agrees to give it to her in exchange for one thing, her body. Kalista is now caught between saving her pack and warming the bed of the man she detests so much. Will she heed his demands, or will she let her people continue to die? Find out in ‘The Ultimatum’. Trust me, you want to read this one!

She is woken up by the chirping of the early birds. She slowly opens her eyes and winces as the rays of the sun flash against her pupils. Soon, her eyes adjust to the light and she looks around, trying to figure out where she is. She can’t tell for sure, but from what she can see, it looks like she is in a dungeon. Suddenly, she becomes aware of the pain behind her head; it feels as though she was hit with a very large object. Layla tries to move, but she is restricted by huge chains tied around her ankles and wrists. She closes her eyes as she starts to recollect everything that happened, leading her to this point. She had been experiencing frequent waves of nausea due to her pregnancy, and then discovered that walking through the woods for a while helped, so she made it a force of habit. Usually, guards followed her while she took her walk, but yesterday, she just wanted to be all alone, she wanted the serenity of the forest to speak to her. Thus, she walked alone into the forest. As she did, she felt much better and began to sing. As she did, she felt uneasy. Was it the baby? Nah, it was not the baby, something was not right. She kept walking, trying to stay calm. But then, she heard footsteps and as she tried to turn, she felt something heavy hit her behind her head, and she almost immediately, slipped into oblivion. Who the hell did this to her, and what the hell does he want? Could it be Devon’s enemies? What the hell is going on? She is still trying to decipher who her captor(s) is (are) when she hears footsteps thudding heavily against the concrete floor. She breathes slowly, trying her best to look unaffected. She lowers her gaze and sees the feet of three people. Slowly, she lifts her eyes and her gaze settles on the man in the middle- the other two are apparently his guards. Layla cannot believe her eyes when she sees who it is. The Devil himself. Uncle Ryan.

For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.

"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.

Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”

"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!

Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...

Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"