Grace Daniel
Grace Daniel's Books(5)
A Child For The Lycan King
Werewolf "Should I burn the world for you or burn for you?" His deep, raw voice sent shivers down my spine. "Kill for you or get killed for you? What should I do before you realize I'm irreparably chained to you?" His hazel eyes darkened, burning with lust and something more.
I parted my lips, but words failed me. His gaze entrapped me, and I was yet again spellbound.
"I'm nothing but the bane of your existence, remember?" I whispered, recalling his words.
His eyes narrowed, his lips set in a hard line. "I was wrong," he admitted, his voice low.
I stepped back as he moved forward. "I should've been more clear."
Suddenly, he yanked me toward him. I gasped, my heart hammering against my ribcage.
"To me, Sylvia," he whispered, his breath dancing across my skin, "you're both my ruin and salvation."
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Loathed by my family, hated by my pack, betrayed by the man I loved. I was the wolfless and useless daughter of the Alpha. I was given to the ruthless Lycan King as a peace offering to end the war between the River Pack and the Lycan Kingdom.
I swore that as long as blood run through my veins, I'd never fall for the man responsible for my step-brother's. Yet, every time I found myself drawing closer to that line. The line between love and hate. Chased By My Billionaire Ex-husband
Modern I thought I was free from the grips of Frederick, the man who caused me so much pain, but little did I know he would come knocking on my door the next moment.
“You can't escape from Liliana, so stop running and come to me," he muttered boastfully.
“And why would I do that?” I retorted with a frown etched across my face, and a rueful smile graced his handsome face.
Walking towards me, he cornered me, caging me between the wall and his strong body. “Because I know you want me. Your heart, your soul, and most, especially this body of yours… I can feel the heat radiating from you every time I stand close to you, with my hand around your waist," he whispered, his husky voice sounded like music to my ears.
His hand slowly slid up from my hip to my waist, and he squeezed the skin of it gently, but enough to send a shiver down my spine. Leaning down, he murmured close to my ear. “You want me, just as much as I want you," he said confidently. I almost spat blood hearing his bold words. What exactly did I get myself into? Loving My Abductor
Romance In her wet wedding dress, she slowly closed her eyes, and her mind went blank as she willingly let his soft and firm lips move against hers while she wrapped her arm around his head, bringing him closer. His hand slowly snaked around her waist, pressing their bodies intimately.
Vanessa felt lost in the heat, but before she could delve deeper, the door to the church got slammed open.
Men in uniforms marched in. “Police! Freeze!”
Vanessa snapped her eyes open. What were the Police doing there? She turned to look at Ezekiel, and the look on his face made her heart sink.
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Hector Vanessa Matteo Gonzalez, a rich lady set to marry the wealthiest man, however, a day before her wedding, she got the news that her grandfather, her only surviving family had passed on.
Distressed, she walked outside to calm her mind. She wanted to stop herself from feeling depressed and isolated. Nevertheless, that one innocent and harmless move created a twist in her life.
Vanessa was attacked, which resulted in loss of memory. Left on the cold ground to die, Ezekiel, one of the attackers, felt guilty and found it difficult to leave her there.
He took her and hid her from her fiancée, knowing very well that he had made a big mistake, but that wasn't the worst that could happen.
The moment Vanessa woke, she fell in love with him, believing he was her boyfriend due to the spark she felt.
But what will happen when her fiancée comes to claim her back? Will Vanessa hate Ezekiel once she finds out that he isn't her boyfriend but instead her abductor?
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One Night with Mr. King
Mayorsther "You think you can just leave without a trace after what happened that night?" His hands pinned her arms above her head, his piercing blue eyes boring into hers.
"W-what do you mean?" she stuttered, his scent reminding her of that night-the night that had changed her life completely.
"What do I mean? Are you seriously asking me that, woman? If your brain can't recall how we burned together on that bed, how about I remind you right here?" His face was dangerously close as he growled into her ear.
Her eyes widened. He meant it. Every single word. He was the king of the entertainment world, after all.
"Let me go," she demanded stubbornly, her voice barely audible. He let out a low, dark chuckle that sent a chill down her spine.
"Let you go? Oh, I'll let you go, Tatiana. But not until you understand the consequences of crossing paths with me."
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In the world of the entertainment industry, we see constant change and creativity. Trends come and go, as do collaborations between artists and producers. This world can make anyone wish to be a part of it-it is said to be inspiring and enjoyable...
Meanwhile, that's only on the surface. The same world is filled with deceit, betrayal, fake love, ruthless competition, toxic fans who could ruin you, suicide, and dissatisfaction... This world is mostly dominated by men.
How can a woman, hurt by this world, face it-especially when she had a night and her life tangled with the king of them all? Sold 2 The Mafia Boss
Ana-Stasia In a world where survival means surrender, Daisy's life is shattered when she' is sold into a human trafficking ring by her stepfather. Abused, starved, and forgotten, she is left to fade into the shadows until Lorenzo, a ruthless mafia boss, buys her as a possession. His cruelty is unmatched, yet beneath his cold control, she begins to see a hint of something darker and more dangerous.
When Viktor, a rival obsessed with destroying Lorenzo, seizes Daisy, her life takes a turn for the worse. Beaten and broken, she loses hope, praying for an end. But Lorenzo will stop at nothing to save her, and in the process, he discovers that what he feels for her is more than just ownership.
As Daisy faces the aftermath of Viktor's abuse, she's torn between the man who owns her and the one who might finally save her, but healing isn't easy, and their tangled bond may be their only hope in a world built on pain. Will they survive the darkness that threatens to tear them apart, or will it consume them both?
THE MAFIA'S MISTRESS
DWRITERORIGINAL "I hate you." she whispered, as her voice trembled with anger and desire.
"I know Clara but your body doesn't." he replied, his eyes gleaming with intensity.
"Shut up and just leave from here!!!!!." she growled as her hand pressed against his chest.
"why does your lips say one thing but your eyes say another??" he asked, his mouth inches from hers.
He moved closer to her as they felt the warmness of their bodies.
"After everything you put me through, you have the audacity to come here??? you are a fucking monster Arsenio!!" she breathed.
"And you are mine." he said as he crashed his lips to hers.
Their hate filled words were lost in the passion of their kiss and their bodies entangled in an angry embrace, a clash of love and hate, desire and repulsion.
"I hate you Arsenio." she repeated as her voice muffled by his lips.
"I Know but I love you and I am here to get you back."
Clara Nivera, a beautiful, young and timid woman who is forced to live with her step Father and his family, gets maltreated by them but escapes one day after finding out about a ploy to kill her.
The night of her escape, after withnessing a murder, she finds herself entangled in the dangerous world of the mafia when she forcefully becomes the mistress of the powerful and ruthless Arsenio Robert.
As she becomes deeper embroiled into Arsenio's life, she falls in love with him but learns the dark secrets of his criminal empire and the truth behind her own troubled past.
After a misunderstanding leads Clara to finds solace in the arms of another, the question is, who will she finally settle for?? and what lies in her past??.
Yours, Daddy
Red Inkling
"I only fuck girls who want to be fucked, flipped over and banged, Sunshine and..."
"And that's what I want, daddy. Exactly what I want from you."
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He was my father's adopted brother. He had been there for me since the moment I had lost my entire family in a terrible fire but five years ago, he had suddenly left the country, never coming back.
And then, I was drugged one night and I got home to see he was back. It had been five years but he just looked hotter and sexier. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac I was drugged with, I had gotten his help to get off and it should have ended there that night.
Nothing more should have happened but with the wetness that pulls in my pussy whenever he comes close, with the way my nipples harden at his slightest touch, I knew more was going to happen. Russo wants me... To fuck me, bang me, and own my body.
And bloody hell! As much as I want to deny it, I want him too. For him to fuck me, bang me, own my body and make me his slut....
But this... It's a taboo, right?
Mafias Kidnapped Wife
Amal Ait Nikolai was facing me. Those full lips stretched into a wolfish grin, strong arms flexing at his side and those honey coloured eyes piercing through my soul. Gods, you really took your time with this one. He was so damn beautiful.
I gulped and Nial skid to my left his hot body centimetres away from mine, his musky fresh scent enveloping me and those eyes. Those fucking brown eyes, warm and so full of love. His smooth skin glinting in the lit hallway just begging to be kissed and licked.
"Like what you see, Love?" Nikolai muttered, sensual and that accent did things to me. My pussy throbbed involuntarily shutting out any comprehensible bone in my body, my brain included.
My cheeks burned for eyeing them so shamelessly and I slightly shifted on my feet bumping into Nadei's front making me blush even more.
"Love, we're going to kiss you, now."
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Nineteen year old Sofia never had thought that her kindness was a bad thing. Always trying to help those in need and always doing it with a bright, beautiful smile on her face.
She was the epitome of an angel to most.
But one fateful night had changed everything in her life.
After saving a strange handsome man, she found herself thrust into a whirlpool of desire and possession. The handsome turned out to be the most infamous, dangerous Russian Mafia.
What's worse, there are more than one man that want her so much.
Three Mafia brothers kidnapped their shared wife, and never wanna let her go.
Will she successfully run away? Resisting my Possessive Mafia Husband
Ife Anyi Warning: 18+ content for mature audiences.
Book Excerpt:
Donovan's POV
Her enchanting green eyes that were alive with passion the day I told her she could go shopping are pale with only despair dancing in them.
"Oh, I'm quite aware of my duties as your wife, Mr. Castellano."
My eyes darken at the formal use of my name. I've told her to stop doing that. It feels wrong. Like she doesn't belong to me.
I clench my jaw as I wait for her to finish her sentence but her cold smile widens.
"Ah, you don't like when I call you Mr. Castellano, right? Too bad. You can't force my mouth to say what you want to hear."
Blood rushes to my groin as her words settle in the tensed air between us. Does she realize the gravity of what she'd just said?
Does she know she'd moaned my name while I had her wet cunt in her mouth? Does she know how needy she'd been when she wanted me to take her even though she wasn't awake?
And is she aware that I know how bad she wants me in her dreams while she pretends in real life to hate me?
She glares up at me while I seethe, looking down at her.
"It's Donovan," I say darkly, resisting the pull of her lips and maintaining my vision at her eyes.
"Mr. Castellano," she retorts.
My face draws closer, getting ready to give her a punishing kiss but a harsh sound fills the room and then I realize, belatedly, that I'd just been slapped as my face swings to the side, turning away from Eliana.
Eliana slapped me.
Luis Santario's daughter just slapped me.
Just like her father had done many nights ago.
Shame fills me but it's quickly trampled upon by hot, violent anger.
How dare she? How dare the whore?!
Her cheek instantly goes red with the imprints of my fingers. Blood trickles from her nose and her hair that was up in a messy bun scatters all around her face.
Eliana's head remains bowed as the blood from her nose drips onto her white bedcovers.
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Eliana's POV
I know I'm signing my death warrant by provoking him like this but what else can I do when he's already planned to kill me?
I could just as well make it easier for him to by getting on his nerves.
If I don't push him away, I'm scared I'll start to blur the lines between my dreams and reality. The Donovan in my dreams is drastically different from the one in real life.
If my plans to escape from this marriage don't work, I may end up dead or worst, in love with Donovan Castellano. And I'd rather die now than to fall in love with him and die later.
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Many years ago, Donovan Castellano went through something that irrevocably changed him for the worst, and Eliana's father was to blame.
Years later, Eliana's father dies. Eliana doesn't know her father's dark past or why Donovan Castellano bought her and then married her.
But she knows he's out for blood and wants to kill her, but how long will she continue to defend herself when the way he touches her and kisses her in her dreams is starting to blur the lines between reality and fiction?
Will Donovan succeed in finally getting revenge on Eliana for what her father did to him and will Eliana succeed in resisting her possessive mafia husband's advances even when he says he wants her dead?
Read on to find out.
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