Two thousand years ago... The Lycan Ruler knelt close to his mate and raised her up carefully. He growled and cried like a harmed wolf. His mate has been killed by wolf trackers. People, divine beings, goddesses, mythical people, and other non-people lived respectively smoothly, but a couple of people chose to be terrible hunters, tracking down and persecuting wolves. He buried his mate at the celebration of Mahan, a significant celebration where everyone could make a wish and it will be granted. There, he made a wish which will eventually be granted. The Lycan King was to live for extended period of years, healthy and energetic up until the period he sees his reborn mate, and when he at last recognises his mate by the wolf mark on her neck, he will die in the three months that followed. ***** Present Day... Two soldiers landed from their vehicle and walked into the castle. "My master, I brought a soldier to be your personal guard. I want to believe that you are satisfied?" Henry from the U.S armed force said, bowed on one knee. King Lucien Wulfgur raised his head and looked thoroughly at the boy Henry brought. "This little child?" He got up and checked the boy out. "Could it be said that you are a wolf? Also, you look girlish." He spoke to the boy. "No, my master. I'm a human and....a boy," the person replied. The King drew nearer towards them in a fast move. He took a closer look at the boy's neck and saw...the mark?! King Lucien Wulfgur's eyes sparkled and his heart began to hurt out of nowhere. His mate. He has seen her. He had been searching for her for quite a long time and presently, she was reborn as a man? How could he possibly adjust to the boy? Now that what he wished for had at last come to pass, he will pass on to the great beyond in 90 days time. He really needs to begin getting ready for his death and burial.
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Werewolf
You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice with a very different accent. "You're a silly piece of woman! I don't know the reason why I fucking married you. You bundle of bad luck!" He bellowed. "Oh yeah?, You're a poor excuse for a man. My only mistake is that it took me till, after sprouting *I do* to realize that I'm marrying my fellow woman.! Following him all the way from Italy to Nigeria!"She smirked and spit on the floor. Her english accent a little different than usual. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman who shot out of the seat to grab the nearest weapon but the man was faster, he grabbed her and started beating her up like his personal punching bag. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine. The twelve-year-old boy with dark curly hair and deep blue eyes, didn't know what to do, he was filled with terror, tears spilled from his eyes. Somehow, he's getting the feeling that today's gonna stand out from every other day. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Or say so many bad things about him. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Not even a blink of her deep blue eyes. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. He stared at his deep blue frightened eyes.....his mother's eyes. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, tilt his head, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police men had arrived and the little boy already knew that it's the neighbors that called them as usual to arrest his parents for disturbing the public. "OH no, no, no. Holy shit!" His dad's eyes filled with panic as he tried to bundle his mom's lifeless body and hide her under the dinning table, but it was too late. The police entered the house. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns on his father. He watched as his father raised his hands in surrender. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.
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Young Adult
She is so scared of life itself, people call her a weirdo, she’s sick; she’s epileptic, she doesn’t even have a friend as everybody seem to be against her. The only place she finds solace is in a story she writes, she loves it because that is where she finds control, the only thing that obeys her command anytime, any day. Then out of the blues, her story begins to haunt her. She could be hallucinating, but it seemed so real. The worst part is that every of the characters in her story want her to themselves, they are powerful, mysterious, wealthy, strong, connected and blood thirsty. Lurking in the darkness was her fears, and out of it came the most hideous of all her characters. Looking her straight in the eye he said, ”welcome to our world, BLOOD LIVES HERE!”... You don’t wanna miss this action/crime thriller… Silence, Suspense, Love, Guilt, Betrayal, BLOOD…
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The ninety-ninth time Jax Little broke my heart was the last time. We were the golden couple of Northgate High, our future perfectly mapped out for UCLA. But in our senior year, he fell for a new girl, Catalina, and our love story became a sick, exhausting dance of his betrayals and my empty threats to leave. At a graduation party, Catalina "accidentally" pulled me into the pool with her. Jax dove in without a second's hesitation. He swam right past me as I struggled, wrapped his arms around Catalina, and pulled her to safety. As he helped her out to the cheers of his friends, he glanced back at me, my body shivering and my mascara running in black rivers. "Your life isn't my problem anymore," he said, his voice as cold as the water I was drowning in. That night, something inside me finally shattered. I went home, opened my laptop, and clicked the button that confirmed my admission. Not to UCLA with him, but to NYU, an entire country away.
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"You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don't we get married?" Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. "She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don't want that! What should I do?"
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Hidden for years by the state despite a fortune worth billions, Grace bounced through three foster homes. At her fourth stop, the wealthy Holden family showered her with care, sparking spiteful claims she was a despicable grifter. Those lies died when a university president greeted her. "Professor, your lab's ready." A top CEO presented a folder. "Boss, our profits soared by 300% this year!" An international hacker organization came to her doorstep. "The financial market would crash without you!" Colton, a mysterious tycoon, pinned her softly. "Fun's over. Let's go make some babies." Grace's cheeks flared. "I didn't agree to that!" He slid a black card into her hand. "One island per baby."
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Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.
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She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
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After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
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