Celia. J.Dempsey
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Celia. J.Dempsey's Books and Stories
The Rejected Alpha's Slave Mate
Werewolf "I Myla Cain, daughter of the red moon beta reject you, Dylan Sabastine as my mate as I am already in love with Chase Lucien, I hereby, declare myself free and reject the mate bond"
Dylan Sabastine was an Alpha werewolf who was rejected by his mate, hurt beyond words he ran out from home to calm his hurting heart and was attacked by rogues, his parents who had run after he tried to save him but they were killed in the process, having lost his mate and parents in one day, he decided to leave his pack. He went to the human world and lived as one, hiding his identity of being a werewolf, he soon triumphs in the human world, he has everything but one thing was missing in his life and that Is love, he had vowed never to let any woman so close to his heart ever again but his resolve was soon shaken when he met Ariana, a witch who was also his slave.
Ariana couldn't believe her ill-luck, she was being punished for a past she couldn't even remember, she has witnessed the death of her mother but all her memories were sealed off, fate led her to Dylan who took her as his slave. When the seal of her memory broke off and her witch's power revealed, she soon remembered that a werewolf had killed her mother and she had sworn them as enemy. How could she reconcile her burning desire for a werewolf and her quest for revenge?. You might like
Obsession (Tonight we are young)
bebeeizrael Her nipples tuck at the slim silk as she bounced close to him.
Wrong move!!
He didn't try to move back, he just stood still as he felt something growing rapidly in his zipper area. He swore softly as she angrily tuck her stray hair behind her ears breathing heavily.
"Are you fucking listening?" She yelled, "Oh! You gat to be kidding me, you break into my apartment, went to my kitchen, maybe went through my stuff, and now! YOU.ARE. FUCKING. LOOKING. LIKE. I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL I'M SAYING!".
Williams didn't flinch, he moved closer swiftly, it almost look supernatural. If they had a third party the person would have vouch Melissa was the person who moved.
Weird!
Seconds ago she was a few meters away yelling at him, but there she stood, wrapped in his strong arms. For what felt like an eternity she didn't want to move, there was no possible reason why she felt safe and super wet but she still prefer to be a bitch for a second or more.
It wasn't until Williams smashed his lips on hers in a devouring kiss! He smiled on her lips as she flinched and struggled to pull out but he held her firm, kissing her passionately, kissing her as he had never kissed before. Brave Tom; Or, The Battle That Won
Edward Sylvester Ellis On a certain summer day, a few years ago, the little village of Briggsville, in Pennsylvania, was thrown into a state of excitement, the like of which was never known since the fearful night, a hundred years before, when a band of red men descended like a cyclone upon the little hamlet with its block-house, and left barely a dozen settlers alive to tell the story of the visitation to their descendants. Tom Gordon lived a mile from Briggsville with his widowed mother and his Aunt Cynthia, a sister to his father, who had died five years before. The boy had no brother or sister; and as he was bright, truthful, good-tempered, quick of perception, and obedient, it can be well understood that he was the pride and hope of his mother and aunt, whose circumstances were of the humblest nature. He attended the village school, where he was the most popular and promising of the threescore pupils under the care of the crabbed Mr. Jenkins. He was as active of body as mind, and took the lead among boys of his own age in athletic sports and feats of dexterity.