Abby M.S
Abby M.S's Books(6)
LUNA'S HIDDEN IDENTITY
Romance June, a young wolf marked as the pack's outcast, has endured years of mistreatment following the tragic death of the former Luna in a rogue attack. On her 18th birthday, June discovers that the Alpha King’s womanizing son is her fated mate. Rejecting his advances, she decides to leave the pack, determined to find a new life free from disdain and uncover the truth behind her mother’s death.
As she journeys away from the pack, June stumbles upon disturbing secrets suggesting that the former Luna’s death was not an accident but a murder orchestrated by high-ranking wolves to seize power. Fueled by a need for justice, June seeks answers to these mysteries and crosses paths with Rowan, a wise elder wolf who reveals her special heritage and unique empathic powers.
Under Rowan’s guidance, June undergoes rigorous training to master her abilities, discovering her role in the pack’s future is far greater than she ever imagined. Her quest for the truth leads her to a fateful encounter with Alpha Ray, a powerful and enigmatic second-chance mate with a dark past. Together, they navigate a complex relationship, driven by shared pain and a mutual desire for justice.
Will June’s be able to confront with the wolves responsible for her mother’s death? Will she accept her lineage when she finds out? Fated Love.
Romance She let it ring and ring, but there was no answer. Leaving the phone ringing, she reached over and tried to find a pulse. Terror struck her as the unimaginable slammed into her mind. He had no pulse. He couldn’t be dead. What happened? Oh my God, what was going on? Needing the comfort of her baby, Chris, she rushed to the nursery. Chris was laying in the crib. Clothed in the sleeper and matching cap she had so tenderly dressed him in earlier in the evening, he wasn’t moving. The stiff body of her son testified to the horrible truth she could not accept - both Jim and Chris were gone. She sat in the rocking chair in the nursery, her dead baby in her arms. For hours she stared ahead, not caring what happened to her, and not knowing what to do next. She couldn't cry. She tried to pray but she didn’t know what to pray for and for the first time in her life, she did not get any comfort from praying. Her mind was too numb to accept the unacceptable. Jim and Chris couldn’t be dead. Her amazing life couldn’t be over. What happens next... Find out... You might like
MY MASTERS
Mercy Kay 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.
The Alpha King's Hated Slave
Kiss Leilani Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana...
Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone.
Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more.
After his coronation, he attacked Salem.
The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery.
The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves.
They lost everything, including their land.
Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage.
The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge.
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Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery.
They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too.
It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything.
As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone.
As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time.
He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck.
Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile.
"You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly.
Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face.
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