His eyes were as dark as the night, his voice as smooth as silk. 'I will find you. Everything will be okay.' Emily has no idea who this man is or why he haunts her dreams every night. Yet, in the midst of her tragic life, he is her only source of comfort. But dreams, after all, are just dreams. One gloomy morning, a mysterious stranger suddenly appears, offering his help. Normally, Emily would turn him down, but there's something strangely familiar about his onyx eyes. What starts as a hopeful encounter quickly spirals into a nightmare she can't escape.
She stood in the middle of a vast, dark field. Night had already fallen, bringing with it winds as icy as the breath of death. Deafening thunder seemed to tear apart the heavy clouds that almost touched the ground, and the rain began to rain down on her mercilessly. Within seconds, her hair was stuck to her face in wet strands, and her light summer dress clung to her skin, making her shiver in the cool night air.
She had to find somewhere dry and warm if she didn't want to freeze to death, but no matter which direction she went, there was no shelter, only the impenetrable blackness of endless fields.
Out of nowhere, a tall, strange figure appeared in the distance. In the moonless night, nothing more could be seen than the outline of a rather muscular body. It was moving, and it was moving towards them. Like a shadow come to life, the movements were smooth and fluid, making it look as if the stranger was floating.
The man suddenly stopped in front of her. Strangely, she was no longer trembling. The warmth that radiated from his presence made her feel pleasant and even comforted her. His large hand reached out to her chin. He lifted it up and forced her to look into his face. Still, she could not make out any features, except for two coal-black eyes that sparkled with an unnatural gleam.
How can such dark eyes shine so brightly?
Just as this thought occurred to her, the man's deep, calm voice broke the silence. "Don't be afraid. This is just the beginning."
Even though they made no sense to her, his words were soothing and gentle; like a warm velvet blanket, they wrapped themselves around her troubled thoughts, enveloping her cold body, embracing her soul, and making her feel safe. It was the kind of safety a child feels when its mother holds it close and sings soft, tender songs in its ear in the middle of the night to chase away the nightmares.
Tears began to flow down her cheeks-tears of relief and deep joy, for she had not felt like this since her mother died.
"Don't cry," he whispered, his voice barely audible, yet it seemed to echo in her head, punctuating each syllable with a soft hum.
The stranger's warm fingers gently stroked her cold face, wiping away the tears. It didn't feel like a touch at all; it was more like a light breeze drying her skin. He couldn't have been human, because no human would have been able to make the darkness around her disappear like he did, with just a touch, with just a few words. In that moment, she was convinced that he was an angel. An angel sent from heaven to save her from everything that made her life so painful, to protect her from life itself. She wanted to touch his hand-the hand of her savior. But at that very moment he began to move away from her, his black silhouette dissolving and merging with the darkness of the night. "I will find you. Everything will be fine."
Her cheeks were still wet from crying when she woke up.
She dried them with the sleeve of her old nightgown and glanced at her nightstand, where her alarm clock stood. It read 6:32 in bold green numbers.
She sighed and slowly got out of bed. It was almost time to start the day anyway. And today was a special day. It would be her first day as a student at the local college.
Under normal circumstances, she would not have been able to afford school, but because her grades in high school were excellent, she received a scholarship.
She tied her hair into a messy ponytail and went into the kitchen to make herself a coffee.
"We shouldn't seek love stories where they don't exist. And mine was certainly no fairytale." Working at Archer Marketing, my life was running smoothly-no drama, no excitement, nothing out of the ordinary. But everything changed the moment he reappeared in my life, throwing everything into chaos. To the world, he was Austin Angelo Archer, one of the youngest billionaires. But to me, he was nothing more than Mr. Bastard. This time, though, he came with more than just his magnetic looks, biting comments, filthy mouth, and that devilish smirk. He came with an offer that could change everything. A deal that promised to make me rich. A deal that could give me everything I had ever wanted. All he asked for was one single year of my life. But, of course, things are never as simple as they seem. And you can't always judge a book by its cover. "I might be the villain in your story, Eva, but aren't all villains just misunderstood heroes?"
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.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Becky endured three years of marriage to the cold-hearted Rory. In all that time, she naively reasoned that one day, he'd gradually come to like her. But the second he forced her to kneel down and humiliate herself, she knew she had been wrong about him. This man had no feelings for her at all. So why should she still love him? When Rory gave her the choice between kneeling down and divorcing, she didn't miss a beat and chose the latter. After all, why should she waste her youth on this scumbag? Wouldn't it be nicer for her to just have fun every day with her billion-dollar family fortune?
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
Maia grew up a pampered heiress-until the real daughter returned and framed her, sending Maia to prison with help from her fiancé and family. Four years later, free and married to Chris, a notorious outcast, everyone assumed Maia was finished. They soon discovered she was secretly a famed jeweler, elite hacker, celebrity chef, and top game designer. As her former family begged for help, Chris smiled calmly. "Honey, let's go home." Only then did Maia realize her "useless" husband was a legendary tycoon who'd adored her from the start.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.