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Sabelle

Sabelle's Books(7)

Surrogate Bride To The Alpha Stand-in

Surrogate Bride To The Alpha Stand-in

Werewolf
5.0
He crouched before her, his mismatched eyes studying her with something unreadable. Lena flinched and tried to shrink away from his reach. His lips curled. "No, wife. That is not how you greet your husband." Her breath hitched. "Stay away from me!" He ignored her protest. "Kara," he murmured, tilting his head. "Don't you know why you're here?" "I don't care! Please-just leave me alone!" she spat. His jaw tightened. In the next second, his hand shot out, wrapping around her throat. Lena gasped, her nails digging into his wrist as he squeezed-not enough to choke, just enough to remind her who held the power. "I do not expect you to care, considering whose daughter you are." His voice was ice, each word sharpened to a blade. "But you will suffer for your mother's sins. For the blood she spilled-my mother's blood." ---- Magdalena had lived her life as a slave within the Crimson Moon Pack. Invisible. Unwanted. Bound to the whims of others. That existence, pitiful as it was, ended the day she was sold. Not for her worth, but as a mere substitute for the Beta's daughter. She had believed leaving would mean freedom. It did not. It was a sentence. A sentence to a fate far darker than she had ever imagined. The moment her feet crossed into Alpha Darius's lands, then came his words, cold and cutting, sharper than any sword. "You shall suffer for your mother's sins. For the blood she spilled, my mother's blood. You will plead for mercy, but I shall show you none." She knew nothing of the crimes her supposed mother had committed. Yet to him, guilt was not bound to deeds, but to blood. And punishment was not justice, it was vengeance. Now, bound by force in marriage to the most merciless Alpha to ever walk the earth, Magdalena must endure a life forged from another's sins. Her only crime was being the daughter of a woman she never truly knew. Warning: This is not your typical werewolf tale. Set in a bygone era, this narrative is woven with period-appropriate language, blending dark romance with intense and explicit themes.
The Heiress Escape

The Heiress Escape

Romance
5.0
"Did you think I'd just let you go?" Suzanne's grip on her son tightened as Charles took a slow step forward, his smirk curling like smoke in the air. "I sent you the damn divorce papers, Charles. Sign them and leave." He chuckled. "Oh, I got them." Another step. "But I don't sign away what's mine." She backed up. "I am not yours. I stopped being yours the night you betrayed me." His jaw clenched. The silence stretched-thick, suffocating-before he lunged. Suzanne barely had time to gasp before his hands were on her, ripping their son from her arms. The boy hit the couch with a soft thud and let out a startled cry. "You son of a-!" She shoved at him, clawing, struggling, but he was stronger. His hands dug into her waist, yanking her against him, his breath hot and reeking of alcohol. "You're mine, Suzanne," he growled, fingers digging into her skin. "And if I can't have you-" his grip tightened, his lips brushing her ear, "no one will." Then-CRACK! Charles gone-ripped off her, sent flying across the room. Suzanne gasped, chest heaving, scrambling back just as her attacker crashed into a table. A voice, dark and furious, sliced through the chaos. "Touch her again, and I'll kill you." Her heart stopped. She knew that voice. Liam Carter. --- Trapped in a loveless marriage to a ruthless CEO, Suzanne Smith thought she had no way out-until Liam Carter, her high school sweetheart, walked back into her life. He's everything her husband isn't-kind, passionate, and willing to fight for her. But leaving Charles Langford won't be easy. His Lies. Betrayal. Violence. Suzanne is done playing the perfect wife. This time, she's fighting back. Will she escape his grip, or will her past consume her? How far will she go for freedom?
The Mafia Don's Crazy Beauty

The Mafia Don's Crazy Beauty

Romance
5.0
Warning- Mature Audiences only!. -Strong sexual content. -® rated language. © Original work. Description: "Get up!." He commanded. His voice was stern and his cold blue eyes pierced into my skin. I didn't look fazed by his intimidating demeanor. "You muckerfucker blood-sucking demon." I cussed, biting down my lower lip to hinder myself from not raining more curses at him. He smirked. He glided across the room until he stood in front of me, I looked right into his eyes as he lowered down to my level. His hand gripped my chin up, his blue eyes looking deep into mine. "You won't end well if you continue to speak to me like that," I smirked. "I am not afraid of you!" He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "And you're afraid of death, I am death." My jaw dropped. He knows where to get me. He let go of me seeing my frightened look and looking satisfied. "But you didn't have to kill that girl for my sake. She did nothing." "Someone's going to cover up for you." He turned around and went to sit on my bed. "But I didn't kill him. There was nothing to cover up for." "Oh, dear." He said and lit his joint up. "He died." I froze. I killed someone too. I've stained my hands with blood. "Don't look too surprised and all that stunned. That's one thing you'll learn how to do and face. You've got to learn how to kill." *** Vanora Campbell's mom died leaving her with her uncaring father, she blamed her father for killing her mother and lived so carelessly thereafter. Her life turned upside down when her dad sold her to the Italian mafia boss, Zavi Covillie.