"Hey, little rogue. You belong to me. You can never escape from me." His voice was solid and fearful as I stared at him with intense hatred "I'll rather die than let you have me. To hell with you!" I spat at his face, my chest fuming with anger "I was planning to take you to heaven but if you prefer hell, then so be it" his hoarse voice roamed my neck and before I could blink, my left breast was in his huge palm He crushed it painfully as he locked his gaze with me. I winced in pain but refused to fall for his cheap pleasurable tricks. I maintained my fuming gaze as he fondled with my bare breast. "Everything, everything about you is mine. You can never die without my permission. I will make you submit to my authority," he declared with a rougher voice and claimed my right breast in his mouth My body betrayed me. A slight gasp escaped my throat as his wet tongue coated my nipple. It was insanely good. The mix of pleasure and hatred were too much for my body to handle, I had to let go of one for the other. Pleasure! My body chose that as I shamelessly moaned in his tight grip. He was sucking hard on the breast in his mouth as he fondled the other. "Shit!" I found myself spitting out as he stopped abruptly His eyes were red with pleasure as he stared at me. "Let's stop here for today, little rogue. We shall continue another time" I couldn't believe my ears. I watched the enemy that killed my entire family walk out of the door without being able to do anything but the most terrible thing was that I enjoyed his pleasure. "Damn you, Aria!" I cursed myself as I broke into tears.
The scent of blood filled the air so much that it was thick and suffocating. Several screams echoed in the distance, and they were all familiar voices, the ones of people I loved. My legs refused to move as I stood frozen in the center of the carnage. The dead bodies of the family were littered on the ground, and their lifeless eyes stared back at me in accusations and condemnation.
"Dad! Mom! Sera!" I called out their names one after the other, but none of them responded.
My entire world of the sixteen-year-old me came rumbling as the realization dawned on me. They had been brutally murdered beyond recognition. Their bodies were filled with claw marks and holes.
Before I could register the scene, a low growl rumbled behind me. I turned slowly, my heart pounding against my ribs. His eyes were golden and bright. It carried a ruthless and predator-like look that scared the life out of me as it locked with mine. I was standing right in front of the monster that destroyed my family.
"Run, little wolf," he whispered, his voice was smooth as silk, but it carried a spice of wickedness.
I tried to listen to him. I really did try to run, but the second I turned, a sharp pain shot through me as a set of claws sliced into my back. I gasped and tumbled forward, my hands slipping on the blood-soaked ground. The world spun, and right then...
I woke up.
Gasping, I sat upright with a bolting speed. I was thickly drenched in sweat. My hands trembled as I clutched the thin blanket that had draped down my body. My heart was slamming hard against my chest with every breath I took.
The nightmare never changed. It was the same every single night. The same scene, the same fear that wrapped around me like a noose, choking up my breath.
I exhaled sharply and ran a hand through my damp hair, forcing my pulse to slow down.
It was just a dream.
But it wasn't. It was a memory, one that has refused to fade no matter how many years had passed. I was now twenty, but I couldn't escape its clutches no matter how hard I tried.
The small clock on my nightstand glowed at 3:47 a.m.; it was too early to be awake and too late to go back to sleep. With a sigh, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and pressed my bare feet against the cold wooden floor. My apartment was a tiny, one-bedroom space above the bookstore where I worked. It wasn't much, but it was mine, and I cherished it a lot.
And more importantly, it was safe.
For the last four years, I'd been running from pack lands, from rogues, from anyone who might recognize my scent. I had spent the first two years wandering from town to town, barely staying long enough to settle. At some point, the exhaustion caught up to me. When I stumbled into this small human town nestled between mountains, I knew it was far enough from werewolf territories to keep me hidden and safe.
So, I did something I never thought I would do. I stayed here.
I built a routine, a life around an entirely new environment and style. I became Aria Laurent, the quiet girl who worked at the bookstore and always had her nose buried in a novel. The girl who never stayed out late or attended any social events. I blended in till I almost faded. I smiled when required, spoke only when necessary, and kept my head down.
I had no friends, no ties. Just the way I wanted it and how it should be.
Suppressing my wolf side was the hardest part. I struggled so hard with it before I could master it. Every instinct inside me rebelled against it. The urge to run through the woods, to shift and feel the earth beneath my paws as I bask in the moonlight, to stretch my senses beyond the fragile limitations of my human form, all gnawed at me every day.
However, shifting meant I would be putting my entire life at risk. If even one wolf caught my scent, my cover would be blown without any delay. So I buried that part of me, locked her away so deep that sometimes I wondered if I was more human than wolf now.
I grabbed the glass of water from my nightstand and took a slow sip; my hands were still trembling slightly from the remnants of my nightmare. I needed to get out of my head, so I stood to my feet, walked over to the small window above my bed, and peered outside. The town was still quiet at this hour.
I shook my head and turned away from the window. I headed to the bathroom, where I splashed cold water on my face. I wanted the chill to wake me up into reality so I could stay focused. My reflection in the mirror was pale and drawn. My eyes were surrounded with huge dark circles as my long black hair clung to my damp skin.
I could barely recognize myself anymore. I was like a wandering ghost.
With a sigh, I dried my face and pulled on a hoodie before heading downstairs. If I wasn't going back to sleep, I might as well get some work done. The bookstore was my sanctuary and abode. The scent of paper and ink was comforting because I lived my life around it; it made me forget my worries for a while.
I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, flipping on the dim overhead lights. Books were lined on every shelf, stacked neatly, and each one was holding a world far safer than my own.
Grabbing a box of new arrivals, I set to work, unpacking and shelving them. The routine was comforting, and it kept me sane.
Minutes turned into hours, and before I knew it, dawn crept through the windows, and the store was painted in its golden light.
"Finally," my heart leaped for joy
The bell above the door jingled as my boss, Mrs. Porter, shuffled inside.
"You're here early again," she noted, raising a brow.
I forced a small smile. "I couldn't sleep, so I decided to put my time to good use."
She eyed me for a moment before sighing. "You work too much, dear. You should take some time for yourself. You need a lot of rest, you look like a haunting ghost right now,"
"I like working."
She shook her head but didn't push further. That was another reason I liked Mrs. Porter. She doesn't pry, and she didn't lie about her last statement. I was looking terrible.
I finished shelving the last book and stretched. "I'll go grab some coffee before we open."
Ava Hart, a fiercely independent accountant struggling to save her father from crippling debt, is forced into a contract marriage with enigmatic billionaire Damien Cross. Known as "The Devil in Armani," Damien is a ruthless businessman who leaves a trail of destroyed lives in his wake. He manipulates Ava into marrying him to secure a façade of stability that will appease his board of directors during a critical business merger. While Ava despises Damien's arrogance and cold demeanor, she reluctantly agrees to the marriage, knowing it's the only way to save her father's legacy. As they embark on their enemies-to-lovers journey, the tension rose with the arrival of Damien's seductive ex-fiancée, putting them in a dangerous love triangle, and the revelation of dark secrets that could destroy them both.
For a girl obsessed with werewolves, her dreams of meeting one seem impossible until one transferred to her school in her final year. Annabel would never participate in what will ruin her chances of being the heiress of her father's business but someone has crept into her life to make her realize that there is more to life than what she was brought up with. She got engaged to Bernard as a ladder for her dreams, even if it was against her will and Bernard is the biggest bully on the planet. Oliver is her destined mate who is a werewolf, and she's the card of his ascension as the Alpha of his pack. Will the bloodthirsty enemies surrounding him and his throne give him the access to it? His mate is a human, another huge difference that the elders of the pack cannot bear to digest or overlook. Will she be able to risk her position for love by betraying Bernard? Bernard will never let any betrayal go unpunished. In a game of securing their future, will their love be enough? Will they be able to make the right choices as a teenager with a lot of dreams or let emotions dictate their ways?
Rocco Lorenzo is a brutal mafia that never forgives. He is feared by all and get whatever he sets his mind on. Irena is a cunny lady who is aspiring to be a lawyer and uses her ability to extort money from people with the hope of getting her mother out of prison. Fate brings them together as she tells him his fate and he gets swamped into her audacity - something no one has ever shown to him. Her cute charm was enough to get him hooked on their first encounter and he decided to pursue whatever bond it was till the end before he started uncovering the twist of fates. Will their stories let them be together?
“If he live in the palace, he shall die! You must never let him grow up in the palace!” she warned as the thunder clapped loudly once more “My queen, I can’t let you die like this” Alpha Ren mumbled soberly, trying to reach for her hand “Don’t worry about me, I prepared myself for this. She will be the light in the Prince’s path, make sure you treat her well” she smiled weakly before the Beta barged in with his crew “It’s time” he announced and she was dragged out of the cell in tears. *** Prince Jaqen lost his mother and was taken out of the palace where he grew up. He never had any emotions or cared about anybody because of the hatred he harbored in his heart but that changed when he met the missing piece of his life that was supposed to guide his path. She’s not a werewolf like him and was part of the slave. Would he be humble enough to let her come closer? Will circumstances permit the love of a werewolf and human slave? Will she be able to guide the cocky Prince which was her mission?
“I, Alpha Draco of the Peony pack hereby reject you, Helena, as my mate. I refuse to have anything to do with you anymore. You will be banished from this pack, never to set foot on this land anymore or you will pay for it with your life” his thick voice boomed through the cold and dark cell where I was kept all day with no food or water. My chapped lips parted painfully as the flesh drew each other tightly. I couldn’t even beg or plead for mercy. It was a miracle that I was not even killed because I was probably the most hated person in the pack at that moment. He didn’t allow me to utter whatever I had in mind before he turned his back on me. My finger grazed his cold hand as I tried to hold onto him, I was late. The warm eyes that had always behold me now look at me with disdain. There was no hope anywhere, his extreme sadness was visible even through his back as his footstep retracted into the long distance. At the loud clunk of the prison’s door kissing its hinge, my whole world crumbled. The only thing left in me was the small life breathing in my womb, something Draco never knew of. Right there, I made the resolution to live for my baby and find out the truth behind what happened in the pack that night.
“Yes, we thought we would love each other to death but I must have been mistaken. I don’t think I can do this anymore” I muttered as my lips trembled in pain, fear and anxiety, my eyes were glowing my hurt as water welled up in it, I could not believe what I had heard. He had succeeded in taking away a happy part of me, will I ever heal from this pain? I don’t think my life can ever have any meaning at this point, it is too late for me to go back. I had loved him a little too much. What would be the fate of a shattered heart that had only known how to love for as long as it could remember? There are no words to mend such a shattered fragile piece, once broken will always have to carry the scar even if it finally heals. Love, they say is a beautiful thing but what if mine was actually a nightmare? A turnaround that changed my entire life, a pit that trapped me in endless agony? I might never be able to love again. **** Gwen is the only daughter of Omega Fred and Ariana’s family but she was lucky to get a Beta as a mate, attracting envy from all sides. She loves Larry with all her heart and dreamt of being his wife for years but her male best friends, Dan soiled her plan and turned her life around when he raped her and stole her virginity some days to her wedding and even told Larry about it but lied that they were having an affair. She was rejected by Larry without given a chance to explain herself and ran away from home in embarrassment where she found another fate where she had to live as another entity who is surrounded with evil people all her life. Will she be able to visit her past? Will she even be able to find another mate? Who exactly was the person she had to replace? Will Larry ever found out the truth behind what Dan did to her?
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.
He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.
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."
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."