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Enslaving The Moon Goddess
Werewolf
~Did she cut her wedding gown off? What the heck! How could she turn it to that? ~
~ What's going on with her? Why is she in sneakers? ~
~What's she holding behind her ~
My ears listened to their whispers as I stood at the doorstep about to enter the hall. My gaze fell on my soon-to-be husband waiting for me by the alter and I chuckled remembering everything. Well, yes, I shortened my most beautiful wedding gown to a short gown that reaches above my knees and also on sneakers instead of heels, but then, this feeling is different; I've never felt this way my entire life. I'm supposed to be feeling rage boiling through my veins, anger, fury, accompanied with pains, and screams but that's not the case. Right now, I'm feeling super excited.
Without delaying it any longer, I revealed the KRISS Vector gun I had been hiding behind me, and their facial expressions were joy-giving. I burst into laughter before releasing the fire on them.
Wondering the kind of bride I am?
I am Elora, the bride who went on a killing spree on her wedding day. The Billionaire's Fashion Designer
Romance In a world where fairness should reign, injustice often holds sway. It's a place where the innocent suffer, where hard work doesn't always lead to success, and where privilege trumps merit. It's a world that can break hearts, crush dreams, and leave scars that never fully heal. Yet, amidst the darkness, there's still hope – hope for change, for empathy, and for a future where fairness isn't just a distant ideal, but a lived reality for all.
But maybe that's not for me. After exchanging the rings I heaved a sigh of relief thinking that could be true, maybe there's truly hope somewhere.
" You may now kiss the bride", the priest permitted.
Every step he took towards me made me feel nervous, my heart pounding as fast as it could, and slowly he lifted my veil. I could bet I saw a smile for a second but it was immediately replaced with that of disgust on seeing me and he nearly puked.
I thought this would be the beginning of dreams and not a nightmare but this would even be my worst nightmare. Wedding days are supposed to be the happiest days right? But that's not the case for me. Who said this world was ever fair? That was a big lie, if it is, to what extent? Deserted But she's mine
Romance A war between the humans, the angels, and the demons is something no one thinks would ever happen. The reality falls upon humans in a very harsh way bringing along war and threats to the human race. They stared with wobbling legs, atrophic hands, and sweat sprinkling down their face as they looked at the worlds that had brought their war to their continent. The atmosphere is too tense for an ordinary being not to shiver in fear, the air is filled with death, and the hearts are filled with love and determination, hatred and revenge. The peaceful days were gone, the days of joy and laughter were being threatened, and the days of love and happiness were nowhere in imaginary view. ' where did it all go wrong? When did it all go wrong ?'. It was the day she got deserted. The day she was led to die was the day their trouble began. And the day their world embraces her, they embrace doom along. You might like
That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
Kiss Leilani They don't know I'm a girl.
They all look at me and see a boy. A prince.
Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires.
And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too.
The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance.
How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom?
I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy.
But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince."
How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy?
And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave?
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AUTHOR'S NOTE.
This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+
Expect triggers, expect hardcore.
If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in!
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From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave." Don't Leave Me, Mate
AlisTae "Ahh!"
She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him.
His hands began to move all over her body.
She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed.
"D-Don't touch m-ummm!"
His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body.
With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear,
"I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me."
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Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply.
What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions?
What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him? Shunned By An Alpha, Cherished By A Lycan
Baby Kemo Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything... The Lycan king's Forbidden Craving
Mayorsther "End her, and burn her body."
Those words rolled off cruelly from the tongue of my destined one-MY MATE.
He stole my innocence, rejected me, stabbed me, and ordered me to be killed on our wedding night. I lost my wolf, left in a cruel realm to bear the pain alone...
But my life took a twist that night-a twist that dragged me into the worst hell possible.
One moment, I was the heir to my pack, and the next-I was a slave to the ruthless Lycan King, who was on the brink of losing his mind...
Cold.
Deadly.
Unforgiving.
His presence was hell itself.
His name a whisper of terror.
_He swore I was his, craved by his beast; to satisfy even if it breaks me_
Now, trapped in his dominant world, I must survive the dark clutches of the King who had me wrapped around his finger.
However, within these dark reality, lies a primal fate....
The Lycan Prince's Puppy
chavontheauthor "You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck.
A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself.
He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken.
What was I doing?
In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement.
"You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate."
"And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go."
"Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."