Lina_29
Lina_29's Book(1)
My Little Bride
Romance "You are getting married and that's final," Her Father said is voice loud and angry, and she had just arrived home from school to hear the biggest news of her life.
"Dad, I'm in no mood for this right now. What do you mean I'm getting married? I'm barely Eighteen!!" She said her face red.
She just got back from late night class, and she is too tired for another of her family dramas.
"Vladimir Markin would be your husband," the man said.
"Vlad what!!! Ivanie shrieks back the color draining from her face completely. What does he mean by Vladimir why Vladimir, who's Vladimir?
"Dad!!" she was almost screaming.
"No more, Ivanie," her father snapped, going back to take his seat. Ivanie turned to see her mother in a corner with her head down, barely looking at her.
'Right, who could oppose her father he was the great Williams Shanks, and finally say was his best work yet'.
Ivanie ran up the stairs pissed her bag, jingling along with her as she ran up to her room. As soon as she was behind closed doors, "Argh," she screamed her head off angry and unable to contain her anger. She punched the pillow desperately, trying to convey her frustration.
"I'm so not getting married, never," Ivanie yelled.
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Who was Ivanie? A golden spoon teen who was born out of wealth, she had everything you could wish everything money could buy. She was rude, nonchalant, and way too Sarcastic; if she wanted it, she got it.
Jace is a fourth generation born with a golden spoon. Nothing escapes his eyes, not the school's beauty or the good things.
Malachi? He's a total playboy who has his eyes everywhere and doesn't like being committed. He would rather promise you a memorable night than love.
Jessica? The school total bitch. She's a copycat seeking attention. She's fuckinh rich but never gets satisfied with anything.
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"Sir Vladimir your mom has purchased the ticket back home, we will be flying back tomorrow"
The man in the back seat of a high-profile car said nothing, he scrolled through his phone looking at his scheduled table.
"And she has sent the picture of the girl I will be emailing it to you, " James Vladimir's assistant said sending the mail to Vladimir.
It took Vladimir a while before he clicked on the mailbox. The picture of the girl popped up and written on it was her full birth name.
"Ivanie Shanks........ hmm" Vladimir's cold voice uttered as he adjusted his tie and scrolled through her information. 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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