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"I have always wanted him to leave us alone, he doesn't deserve any of us! He doesn't deserve love" "I am just glad I made it here. I miss my mom,I wonder if she's okay". . . Theresa Lawson, a young lad whose childhood was traumatic, courtesy of her father. Her mom has always been her best friend, it hurt her that she had to leave her all alone in that hell hole to school. She finally got into college and definitely, she changed. Do you think she changed for the good or bad? Warning ⚠️ This book contains scenes depicting violence and abuse which may be triggering for some readers.

The sensation of falling wasn't like flying; it was heavy, violent, and smelled of burning flesh. Above us, on the crumbling balcony of the Sears manor, Duke Cato Sears turned his back, shielding his cousin Bianca from the smoke as he walked away, leaving my sister Blossom and me to drop into the abyss. As the darkness slammed shut like an iron door, I realized my entire life had been a cruel script written by the people I called family. In my first life, I was the sacrificial lamb of the Dawson manor, sold to a man who eventually watched me die without blinking. My sister Blossom had pushed me into Cato's arms to avoid his rumors, only to laugh when the fire finally consumed us both. My father had measured my value like a piece of livestock, and my step-grandmother didn't even acknowledge my existence while I was being led to the slaughter. I died in that fire, feeling the heat scorch my skin and the weight of a hatred so potent it tasted like bile. I spent twenty years being the weak, manipulated shadow of a girl, only to end up as nothing more than a phantom scorch mark on a "hero's" estate. I couldn't understand why my own blood treated my life like a game they could discard. The injustice of it all burned hotter than the flames that took my last breath. Then, I sat up, sucking in air that tasted of lavender and air conditioning, not smoke. I was back in my bedroom, three days before the engagement ball that ruined my life. Blossom stood at the door, her "sweet" mask slipping as she tried to manipulate me into the Duke's path again. She thought she was the only one who had come back, but she didn't realize that this time, I was going to let her have exactly what she wanted: the Duke, the bankruptcy, and the living hell that awaited her in that house.

The sound of the front door opening was a nightmare come true-my younger sister, Emily, stood there, not alone, but holding a baby in a cheap pink blanket. "Surprise! Meet Leo. He' s the newest addition to the Miller family legacy," she announced, her voice sickeningly carefree, echoing the very words that had derailed my life in a past I' d already lived. My blood ran cold; this exact moment, this casual act of irresponsibility, had led directly to my death before. My parents, blinded by affection, embraced the child and Emily' s monstrous lie, turning their backs on my desperate pleas for reason. Consumed by a terrible sense of déjà vu, I remembered the blinding pain, the darkness that consumed me when Emily, armed with one of my own sculptures, ended my previous life for simply asking her to be responsible. But this time, I wouldn't be the martyr-this time, the cycle would break, and Emily would pay.'

My ex-fiancé, Andrew, and my sister's fiancé, Brian, were powerful men, state senator and chief of staff, constantly parading us, the last two Spirit Weavers of our tribe, as their exotic, sacred accessories. But when a corporate militia captured us in a desolate cannery, and the men we loved finally showed up, it wasn't to save us. Terrified for an ambitious intern, Molly Johns, Andrew and Brian screamed to save her, not us. Then, with cameras rolling, they participated in our brutal torture, nailing our hands to pillars, sawing off my sacred tribal tattoo, tearing my sister' s heirloom earring, and finally, spiking our feet to the ground, leaving us crippled and bleeding for our new captors. The pain was agonizing, but the betrayal cut deeper. How could the men who claimed to love us mutilate us so cruelly, casting us aside like trash for their political careers? Why did they choose that girl over us, over our ancestral land, over everything? Just as we were dragged toward a windowless van, a deafening roar filled the air: the Iron Totems MC, led by my childhood friend, Rufus, and my sister's, Caleb, crashed through the police barricade. They rescued us, but then revealed the truth: this entire nightmare was their calculated plot to expose Andrew and Brian, to free us from their poisonous control, and to finally allow us to reclaim our power.

I woke up floating. Not in a dream, but tethered to a nightmare. My body lay cold on the bed, while my son, Leo, whispered, "Papa won't wake up." My wife, Eleanor, stood by the door, her face a mask of ice. I was a ghost, able to watch, but powerless to intervene. Then Julian Croft appeared, oozing charm and false sympathy. The man who'd received my liver, the root of my demise. Eleanor dismissed Leo's desperate pleas, accusing *me* of manipulation, of using our son. She chose Julian, leaving Leo behind, a small, trembling figure in our empty home. What followed was agony. I watched my seven-year-old journey miles to her office, only to be publicly humiliated, framed by Julian, and then viciously beaten. Eleanor, blind to the truth, abandoned him again, leaving him bruised and alone in a dark alley. My spirit seethed, consumed by a cold, useless rage. How could she believe such lies? How could she discard her own child so easily? The injustice was unbearable. I was murdered, my son brutalized, and the woman I loved stood by my killer. I longed to warn her, to protect Leo, but I was just air. A silent scream. Then Julian delivered the final blow: my little boy was tossed into the freezing Hudson River. But as Leo's small form sank into the darkness, a desperate hope ignited. A stranger, an angel, pulled him from the depths. My death was real, my son's suffering unbearable. And now, the true battle for justice, and for Leo's future, was about to begin.

When I decided to put my job as a sugar baby behind me, I never thought that 3 supernatural men would appear before me. Renald, the spoiled movie star –also a vampire-werewolf hybrid. Tony, the most wanted bachelor in the whole city –who is a demon. And Michael, the cold billionaire –plus an angel. On top of that, my previous sugar daddy admits that he is an immortal sorcerer AND is the other three men’s father! What is going on???

KYLE’S POV, “You are driving me crazy, girl, "I said as I took her earlobes in between my teeth and scraped them sexually, her moans filled my ear and I bite it harder as I recollected all I did just to get her to be mine, that is the price every human male makes to get to date a female werewolf. It is really crazy. Now, I am no longer a human. I am now an immortal who got his own power just like every werewolf. “Wait a little,” she said as she shoved me into the bed. I slumped on the bed as I attempted to quell my emotion. She twerked her asses in a way that sent some sensation down my spine, I groaned and held my dick. Suddenly she turned her face to me and I smiled, she frowned. “Who are you?” she asked me in a cozy voice as she paced up and down like a giant warrior. “What do you mean?” I asked as my gaze swiveled around and I saw the mirror overlooking her back. Has she discovered the new me? I implored in my mind. Then my eyes flickered. I stood up in speed and strode to the window and looked up at the stars. “I am a Vampire!” I yelled. There were four werewolves kingdoms in the oasis of Credos and those kingdoms enclosed human beings. There were restrictions and regulations guiding the peaceful co-existence between the four kingdoms and the humans for many years without any bleach. Until a college boy turned into a Vampire. The boy was always treated badly by the humans, especially his stepmother. He returned back home without anyone observing that he had died, he started attempting to unravel who he had become, he uncovered his new abilities and researched them. Without the human's awareness, he snipped himself and dipped his blood into liquor at a party, thus turning those who taste out of the liquor into Vampires. He compelled an army of Vampires and perpetrated anything to avenge the werewolves. Will the werewolves condone this? When the vampire boy and the daughter of one of the Alphas were mates? And the same girl was assigned to coax him into their den. Will she decide on love or her people? And there existed a brave human, HUNTER, who when others were terrified, was called to challenge and annihilate the Vampires. Will he accomplish his goals with the help of his siblings, the werewolves and daughter who is the Vampire boy and Werewolf girl's classmate and the Vampire boy's secret crushes?

Claire must cleverly deceive the enigmatic vampire prince while battling her unexpected desire for him, which threatens her plans.. Season 1 of The Fangs Series ‎ ‎ ‎Nothing in my life has come easily, and my current mission is no exception. My sister and I have journeyed deep into the heart of the vampire stronghold, where I must somehow convince Prince Bastien of House Allard to choose me as his next sanguine partner- the woman he will feed from. But my motives run deeper than mere companionship; I need to gather secrets that could protect my family from their looming threats. The prince is infuriatingly arrogant, and every encounter with him only fuels my disdain. Yet, the stakes are higher than my personal feelings. To keep my family safe, I have no choice but to get close to this powerful and infuriating vampire. It's a dangerous game, but I'm ready to play, even if it means stepping into the kind of darkness I've always feared. ‎With my family's lives on the line, I'll do whatever it takes. Even if that means letting this monster bite me.

Emma Hart is a woman who grew up in the foster care system after being abandoned by her biological family. Her life takes a dramatic turn when she befriends Clara Vanderbilt, the free-spirited daughter of a reclusive billionaire. Drawn into Clara's glittering world of wealth, but beneath the surface lies a family splintered by secrets and betrayal. Hired as an assistant to Clara's enigmatic father, Richard Vanderbilt who evokes curiosity due to his complexity, Emma finds herself drawn to his quiet strength and wounded heart. Their forbidden connection ignites passions neither can deny, but as Emma delves deeper into the Vanderbilt legacy, she uncovers shocking truths about her past. Truth that could destroy everything she's come to care about.

Ryder Kingston is a prince that was cursed before he was born. Coming into the world with a heavy burden on his shoulder. He was supposed to be new hope for his people but he became their worst nightmare. Betty, Ryder's mother, assembled her fellow witches with the hope to usurp her throne. To her, she would get back what was hers at all cost. They couldn't kill Ryder and so had to curse him. Ryder would become a beast with blood lust whenever he got angry. During this period, he wouldn't be aware of things around him and after he morphs back to himself, he would discover to his dismay the people he had killed with his hand. True love was what would set him free but the witches had his mother killed before he would be of age to reciprocate her love. On his way to seek destruction, he meets Elsie, the angel with hidden powers unknown to even her. She tries to help the prince notwithstanding the problems that may come her way. Would she be able to free the prince from the curse? Or will she die like the rest before her?

Osa is nothing like the church-going, humble woman that Kuwin had thought she'd be. After he breaks his vow of celibacy for Osa, Kuwin gets his heart broken and his faith, shaken. Unfortunately for Kuwin, he soon finds out that he must put aside his feelings to work with her if he wants to survive the avalanche of supernatural destruction that is headed their way. Will Kuwin go crazy? Or will he learn that there are somethings that you just cannot control?