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.
I was the wide daughter, the one who was bent on doing anything she wanted. It started after my mother died, leaving me and my younger sister in the cold grasp of my dad, well. I guess he doesn't have the right to be my dad because he killed my mother. Since my mom died, I never cared about anything or anyone, not even my younger sister, Junie but I still loved her.
I am Vanora Campbell, the eldest daughter of a Scottish family. We live in Deanvillage, Edinburgh, and right now, I'm sitting on the bar seat waiting for my drink.
"Hey..uh Nora," The barman called, he knew my name because I was his regular. I've taken after my dad in drinking, a bit surprised that I didn't see him anywhere in the bar with one of his sluts.
"Hi, Scotch please," I ordered for my drink, he looked at me for a while and asked, "Don't tell me you still don't know my name," He said, dropping two glasses on the counter.
I made a face, "Did you ever give me one?." I asked him. He sighed. Believe me, I wouldn't care if he did.
He poured the Lagavulin bottle into one of the glasses and pushed it to my face, "Enjoy, Ms Nora. My name's Evan." He replied, then turned around. I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't remember that tomorrow.
***
A few hours later, I was done with the bar and on my way home. I staggered home feeling mildly inebriated, laughing and talking to myself. The number of people I passed on my way home moved away from me, some raining a few curses on me, some knew me as a habitual drunkard while I never cared if I was seen as one.
Finally, I made it home, I looked up at Junie's window and found out that the lights were still on, and Junie might be studying in her room. I opened the door and tottered in, breathing heavily as if I had just run a marathon, ok I jumped a few steps to the front door outside.
And when I turned, I'd met a full house. Before, I could count nothing in the sitting room, and now, there were living things in the sitting room.
My eyes landed on my old man in the center of the sitting room where our center table used to be before he sold it out. A man sat on my favorite chair and a few gangsters stood around him. I could count 4-5 men, they looked deadly, one of them stood in front of my dad, pointing guns at my father and...oh I just noticed his bitch beside him. Poor woman, she'd put herself in this mess anywhere.
And I knew they were his creditors. We do see them all the time in our house but this time, these men weren't smiling at all.
"And you are?." The man's deadly voice shook me back to reality. I looked at him, my eyes scrutinizing him. He had a bald head and he was clothed in a black suit.
"She's my daughter, my eldest daughter." My dad answered immediately and I glared at him. I am not his fucking daughter, he tells me that all the time.
The man shook his head, "I didn't know you had a gorgeous female in your house," He looked at me and smiled, no wait, smile laugh. Sorry, I had to put it that way, his brown dirty teeth were out in the open and it almost caused me to throw up.
"I thought you said I'm not your daughter, man," I said for the first time in the room.
"Shut up," Came that voice again. If I wasn't drunk, I could have given him a heavy knock on the head for yelling at me.
"Your dad is owing to my boss. You don't have the right to speak."
"But I'm not the one ow...."
Click.
I heard him cock his gun and pointed it at my face. My mouth instantly clamped shut.
There was silence for a few seconds.
He cleared his throat and looked at my dad.
"What are we going to do? You don't have any furniture anymore." He said, looking around.
Our house was empty. This chair is the only piece of furniture remaining, and it's because it was torn by the side, so no one agreed to buy it.
My dad looked around and bent down in shame. Oh, he didn't realize he sold them all.
Foolish man.
"Take my daughter,"
It was like I didn't hear well, or the alcohol was probably having its way with me.
"Yes, take my daughter," He repeated.
I blinked and blinked and blinked.
"I think my dad's drunk now. You should probably wait till he recovers himself," I stated, trying to walk to my room when a huge-looking man blocked my way.
I looked up at him and gulped down nothing, I stepped back and looked around, all eyes were on me, and then I surprised everyone by laughing.
"Wait, I'm not his daughter,'' I stated in between the laugh, moving away from him and trying to walk upstairs, strong hands grabbed me up to his shoulder and I began screaming and wriggling my legs.
I heard the man say, "Let's go."
I looked up and saw Junie running down the stairs. She screamed when she saw me on top of this man's shoulder.
"Junie, go. Go to aunt Sarah and stay there, don't ever come back here," I yelled.
The man was already walking out.
***
I was pushed into the car, it was where that man sat and the car door slammed behind me.
"Please, let me go. I don't owe you, you can take our house, but please let me go," I begged. My eyes pleading to him thinking it could do wonders and make him leave me alone.
The man chuckled, "Your house is old,"
My eyes grew wide and I began crying. Well, I was making noises to his ears and not crying. The man felt irritated and pulled off his scarf which hung on his shoulders, he tied my wrist together and tied a cloth around my mouth to stop me from talking. And then, I could only muffle out words.
***
A few minutes later.
Their car drove into a big compound. My eyes grew wide as they drove in. The place was so huge...if a cloth wasn't tied around my mouth, my mouth could have been open all through. Who are these people?.
I've been living in this town and didn't know there was a place such as this. Men littered around in black and dark sunglasses, and lights surrounded the building. A big mansion, the biggest I had ever seen standing in front of me.
The car opened and I was dragged out of it with one hand. We began approaching the house and I was looking around like an idiot. I've even forgotten I am being sold to people that I don't know.
Two large french doors were opened and I was dragged in, walking beside that bald cruel man.
I looked up.
"I want you to feel everything I shall do to you tonight, everything." Another kiss followed, tracing a line from her stomach to her lips. He then lifted his face to hers, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss, his lips coaxing hers open. As he did, he pressed a block of ice to her lips, guiding it with his mouth, the coldness sharp and foreign against her. The chill of the ice struck her, yet it slowly melted, mingling with the warmth of his breath as he kissed down her shoulder, his face burying into the soft curve of her neck. A soft moan escaped her lips. "Yes, dearest, do it-moan for me." -- Determined to make the Alpha who forced her into marriage jealous, Magdalena turned to another man, unaware that it was the Alpha himself in disguise. But what happens when the truth comes to light? When she realizes the man she fell for was him all along? Will she walk away from the deception, or stay, knowing her heart has already chosen him? Note: This is a dark werewolf romance containing explicit content.
"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?
Eve, a rich heiress, is obsessed with revenge against her cruel step-sibling, but nothing she does seems to hurt them. Desperate, she makes a risky deal with a demon to get his help. In exchange, he gives up part of his immortality, leaving him weaker and vulnerable. To regain his power, the demon must make Eve fall in love with him-something completely against his nature. But as they work together, their connection grows. Eve begins to soften, drawn to the demon's unexpected kindness, while he discovers feelings he thought he'd lost. Their bond becomes undeniable as the demon admits he cares for Eve, seeing not just her anger but her strength and heart. Now, Eve is torn between her thirst for vengeance and her growing feelings for him. With danger closing in, they must face a difficult question: will their love break them, or will it save them both?
After pursuing Kathleen who wouldn't yield to him, Aiden decided to use other means. With his deceptive ways, he made her work for him just to be closer to her everyday. One day, he gave her these rules: 1. Avoid my room. No trespassing. 2. Diligent and be alert at all times. 3. No gossip. That should be one of your qualities as a therapist. 4. Be by my side while I sleep. 5. Respect. No disobedience. 6. Don't be a nosy type. MIND YOUR BUSINESS. 7. Do not fight or bully. 8. No inviting friends. 9. Do not leave the mansion except on your free days. 10. 9am to 10am- 12am till daybreak for sessions. When Kathleen read this, she was spitefully angered, throwing him many cursed words at the same time, "You know what?, fuck you and your rules' shithead. You psycho!!" Unbotheredly, he reminded her, "You owe me," "To hell with you, I'm going to pay you back every dime that I owe." But his next words made her dumbfounded. Smirking, he questioned, "How do you pay $10m?." Book 1 of Billionaire's Ex-lover
Avila grew up emotionally damaged by the man she thought was her father, she was hated and disrespected in her kingdom and as the heir to the throne, she was rejected by her people because she was born blind. What happens to her after the war and their kingdom is lost to Sabaene kingdom where the king took her in? Would he be able to love her or would he hate her because he lost his parents in the hands of Avila's father? "Father?. You dare call me father?." Before Avila could apologize, a deafening slap landed on her right cheek. "You're nothing but a cursed child. I regret the day you were born and every time I look at you, I feel like squeezing the life out of you." King Edward IV snarled, with his deadly eyes on Avila. He breathed out heavily, turned around and stormed off the dark room in which she was caged. A whimper left her lips when Avila saw her father was long gone. She fell on the floor with hot tears rolling down her cheeks. ………
After five years of leaving Seattle and her normal life with her ex-lover. She comes back with her child, but not as the Kathleen anyone knew before, but as a good businesswoman. After going to a dinner party and accidentally meeting her ex-lover, her love for him re-kindled and she seem to go on another romantic session with him. But would they be together after Clara came back to cause more trouble for them?.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”