She was meant to be dead but somehow she managed to survive. Arabelle Rosenfield, a half mortal witch , finds herself at the mercy of the rogue Lycan. He saved her and she has to pay him back. Once married and killed by those she trusted, now reborn and remarried to the most powerful being. He's fearless and ruthless, most of all he's mad but somehow only she could save him. His Salvation. "You intrigue me Arabelle" "I certainly hope not. Intrigue is the foundation of affection which certainly I wish not to be entangled in any, my lord "I turned to face him and for the first time I took in his features. Shape jawline, green eyes that matched his fair skin and hair that reminded me of leaves in autumn. He was alluring. "You intrigue me but certainly not enough to start up any affection. I can not give you my heart but I can give you status and power"
"Do you believe in Fairytales?
"Where the prince charming comes to the damsel in distress calling and rescues her?
"Where the sad clouds become happy with just a kiss?
"A story of a prince and a damsel riding off into sunsets?
"Where love conquers all?
But this is not a love story, at least not like any other you've read so far.
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It was our kingdom's 31st annual debutante ball thrown in honor of the young single jewels of age as a tradition for males to begin courtships. This courtship came with promises of marriage and of course scandals of heartbreak, something to look forward to. It was also in this debutante ball that my father, the king, wished to marry me off to the most eligible man, the Duke of Wilshire.
"Arabelle, why are you not yet dressed?
Yes, that's right. My name's Arabelle, the second child of the king and also the result of the King's secret affair with a witch. A child born out of wedlock, a bastard.
"The ball has already begun and you are not yet in your dress" Jennifer, the Nanny said. She is one of the few people who likes me in this place.
"I don't see the reason to attend, it's not like I would find a husband" I slurped on the chair staring at my reflection on the vanity mirror. " I'm the King's mistake and everyone knows that. Nobody wants to marry a mistake"
She strutted across the room, towards me. Picks up a comb and runs it through my hair, strokes by strokes .
"Oh little child. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" her hands ran through my long hair. "You're not a mistake, the god's were not sleeping when they sent you to your mother"
"Right, the mother that abandoned me" Another flaw. "Who abandones an infant less than a month old and takes off?
Jennifer turned me to face her. "Oh precious child, the reasons are best known to her but this I do know, you're the kingdom's finest jewel and others may not agree but their thoughts do not matter much. You, Arabelle are the sun in this kingdom's miserable sky"
I smiled at her words of encouragement. Her intentions towards me were so pure and it made me look up to her as a mother figure since I have none in my life.
"I feel tears trying to escape their prison"
"Don't cry now" she touched my cheeks. " Come, put on your dress and dazzle everyone"
I smiled and did as she said obediently. She called a few other maids who helped me into the dress the Royal seamstress made specially for this ball. I stared at my reflection on the vanity mirror, the dress so red with black stones compliments my Porcelain skin.
"Wow, I feel different," I breathed.
"Now go out there and shine your light "
I could hear the soft melodies of the violins playing, the chatter and laughter of people in the ballroom. I stood in front of the door, trying to calm my nerves down. The guards stared at me in anticipation of my signal for them to open the door.
Is it too late to run back into my room? The thought ran through my mind like a wildfire. I inhaled and exhaled, people in the room were definitely going to talk about me. If I turn back and leave, I'll be the topic of gossip in everyone's mouth by the sunrise.
Arabelle, you can do this. All you have to do is to walk through that door, smile at a couple of strangers, dance with any of them who request your hand on the dance floor and maybe get a husband.
Who am I kidding! There's no way I want a husband who's from here. And there's no way in this life will I be tied down to this kingdom when there's a whole new world out there to explore.
Arabelle Stop thinking too much and just walk into that room!
"Umm my lady, should we get the door for ya? One of the guards snapped me out of my thoughts, a dark tone with a cute smile.
You got this. " Yes, please "
They signaled the chief butler about my arrival before opening the doors wide enough to get the attention of everyone in the room.
"Her Royal Highness, Princess Arabelle! The chief butler announced.
I breathed once, twice, thrice before my legs could move. The instrumentals swiftly changed into something more soft and slow as I walked down the stairs. I could hear the murmuring of everyone, they were all talking about me, looking at me, it felt like I was an antelope in the midst of hungry lions who looked as though given the permission they would devour me right here and right now.
My eyes scanned the room for the King, and when my eyes spotted him, I navigated my legs to where he stood talking with a stranger who I later recognized as the Duke of Wilshire.
It's obvious that they were talking about me and any possibility of marriage to unite our Kingdom with the church. The church had chosen Wilshire as its fortress after the rise of werewolves, vampires, witches and other mythical creatures. Humanity was divided into three realms, Wilshire which was the home of the Church, Etaariyaki the home of the paranormal creatures also referred to as the devil's lair, and Eternia was the part of the earth where mortals resides, where mortals had build kingdoms and corrupted it with politics and for this reason my father, the king had chosen to marry me off to the duke, to gain the church as an ally for his quest to unite all kingdoms under an empire, his empire. It was his life's dream and I was a stepping stone for him to achieve this.
As much as I yearned to be free, I was stuck. Stuck to this shit ass plan the moment I was born.
"Your Majesty, My lord" I courtesy at both of them.
"Arabelle" The king acknowledged me. "I'll leave you two to get to know yourselves. This old man needs his bed more often these days"
He excused himself.
"Princess Arabelle" he took my hand into his and placed a kiss just above my knuckle. "I've heard a lot about you, from your father of course and also other respectable sources"
"Respectable things I hope, my lord"
"Respectable of course, I must say your name is quite interesting in the mouths of others " he smiled at me. "Walk with me"
"Care to entertain me about what amuses you" I followed as he took the lead to the balcony, which was quiet from all noises and also had the best view of the kingdom.
"It is no position of mine to say" he chuckled lightly. "Tell me more about yourself"
"I do not wish to marry" I blunted. "And certainly not one that involves politics"
"I certainly do not wish to marry either but either way the matter is certainly not in our hands and has been decided by our elders"
"I am certain you have the power to call off whatever agreement is made" I turned to face the view of the sky. "You do not understand for you are a man but a woman's life is over when she walks down that aisle"
"I certainly do have that power but it will put my household in jeopardy with the church and certainly I won't risk that not even for a beauty such as you"
A beauty? Did he just call me a beauty!
My heart beats against my chest bone rapidly, he's the first man who has complimented me. Not like I was allowed to see other men but still, oh my gods he called me a beauty.
"A shame indeed" I tried my hardest to keep my nerves in check so I don't sound as desperate.
"You intrigue me Arabelle"
"I certainly hope not. Intrigue is the foundation of affection which certainly I wish not to be entangled in any, my lord "I turned to face him and for the first time I took in his features. Shape jawline, green eyes that matched his fair skin and hair that reminded me of leaves in autumn. He was alluring.
"You intrigue me but certainly not enough to start up any affection. I can not give you my heart but I can give you status and power"
I smiled. Maybe marriage with him would not be such a bad idea at all, I mean he is a fine looking man. I could just postpone my dreams to explore for a year, get married to him and divorce him in front of the church and of course my father. Though this setback will involve a stench in my reputation and I won't be allowed to marry again but who cares? Certainly not
me.
"When shall the wedding be, my lord? " I smiled.
"Whenever you please and please call me Damien"
"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.
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
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.
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."