Since their childhood James Sullivan enjoyed making Kara intimidated. He relished her fear every time she saw him coming. Every time she stepped inside his house to play with his younger brother, he was there to hide her inside his room until he is the only one left on her mind when she finally leaves. But when James has a choice to make between Kara and his ego- he makes the wrong one, and with that Kara is left with a completely broken heart. So she leaves- never to return to him ever again. James had thought that after a small tantrum, she will return on her own to him, just like she always did. He had never even imagined of losing her in his whole life. The wait for day turned to three years and now when Kara is back, James, her 'former' love, has now become the CEO of two major holdings. In the midst of James' obsessive desire to win his childhood love back at all costs, and Kara's doting, deeply loving fiancee's intense desire, who will win her heart and who will lose?
Kara stepped inside the treacherous home again. It was her twentieth birthday today.
She took silent, cautionary steps like she was trying to not trip over live wires.
She passed the hall and hurried to run across to reach Damon's room.
Just a few more steps and she was going to reach the door. But before her fingers could even touch the handle, a hand came from behind her to cover her mouth and other one draped over her waist to drag her backwards.
"Do not make a sound." The commanding voice had her halt all her struggles. She did not need to hear another word to guess who it was.
The hand on her waist turned her around without removing his hold. He walked both of them forward until they were inside his room. And then only he removed his hand from over her mouth.
Kara turned back around to face the only person that she was craving to see, but then he was also the one that she wanted to run away from. He aroused feelings in her that she was unaware the depth of.
James locked the door of his room to face the vixen who has been making him burn from inside since the day he had laid his eyes upon her.
Even when he was about to celebrate his twenty fifth birthday now, he found it impossible to get over his obsession with her.
Whenever he saw her, there was only one thing that repeated inside his head over and over and over again- hide her.
"Why are you here?" James asked her. He took long, slow, predatory steps towards her, and she stepped back with his each one. She was not even aware of it, James knew. He had years of knowledge of her every little move.
After asking the question James inwardly smirked. Of course he knew why she was here. It is her birthday today. The only day when she drags Damon, his younger brother to the abandoned church in the middle of the small jungle just outside of their town to wander. Her obsession with the abandoned church has been amusing him for years now.
"Kara, " he murmured in a low tone when she did not give him an answer, "Why are you here?"
The way her sinless gaze stared up to him, the way she tried to hide the red hue on her cheeks was utterly adorable and at the same time, pretty hot to him. She did not even realise what she did to him with just one glance.
"Damon." She muttered as her dark brown eyes flew to the door that he was standing beside to cage her in, "I and Damon had.. some plans."
Kara barely stopped herself from gulping down the nervousness that had taken over her. She did not know why, but he always scared her. James's one angry look was enough to make her run to the hills screaming.
Probably it was because he never actually gave his attention to anyone except her. She had started noticing it just a couple of years ago. He was indifferent to anything that other people did, be it his friends or be it his brother. They could burn the house down and he would not give a damn. But when it came to her, he was like a pillar in the way of a leaf.
When James had decided to go to college while stimulusly handling the machinery business that his family co-owned with hers from generations, making it one of the top ten companies existing in New York City, she had thought he would have less time to make her miserable. But if it was possible, his controlling nature just increased.
Sometimes it drove her mad. But most of the times, her eyes just craved for him.
Her childhood was filled with happiness and him. Every memory that she could remember was filled with him.
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James was standing by the door staring at the doll that his dad had brought to their home for the first time. His dad said she is so adorable like a doll. She actually looked like one.
His dad had said that the new doll had come to stay in the house next door with her family. And then dad had left the room, asking him and Damon to play with her because he had some work to do.
As he looked at her, he saw her giggling at something that Damon had said. Damon and doll were both of same age. Five years old.
She flipped back and forth on her tip toes wearing her yellow dress. The doll was the prettiest one that he had seen ever.
Her brown eyes came to look at him curiously. As soon as her gaze collided with his own, something dropped in his stomach. A sudden nervousness took over him. And nervousness and he was never a good combination for him. It made him angry.
He raised his eye brows at her arrogantly.
"What is your name?" Damon asked her while eyeing her swinging ponytails.
"Kara." She sweetly replied and took a step towards James. James's green eyes were captivating to her. She had never seen eyes like those.
She came to stand in front of him. For a minute there was nothing but silence in between them as they stared into each other's eyes.
"Are those real?" Kara whispered mysteriously.
"What?" James asked in confusion.
"Your eyes." Kara replied while standing up on her tip toes to match his height. She wanted to have a look at those unique eyes.
Kara put her index finger on James's cheek softly and murmured, "They look like pebbles. The ones we have in our big jar of pebbles. My daddy brings one every time he goes away for work. I do not have a pebble like the colour of your eyes."
James was standing immobile on his spot. A sudden shyness had taken over him. He did not know if he wanted to run away or keep talking to the doll.
Kara tilted her head to the side in wonder as her face scrunched up a little in confusion, "Would it hurt if I poked them with my finger?" She asked in complete seriousness.
"Did you finish the process of your admission in this college?" He asked her in a low voice calmly. Her eyebrows got scrunched in confusion at his bizarre question out of the blue. She even forgot that his arms were around her and she was being kept captured. "Yes?" She hesitantly said after a few seconds. "You chose Economy Major?" He lifted up one of his hand and pushed the tendril that was falling on her forehead, behind her ear. She unconsciously shivered at his touch and replied in a soft tone, "Yes." "What about Hector?" He asked casually and shifted her more closer to himself. The continuous questions were just an excuse to keep her in his arms for a longer amount of time. "You don't know what Hector has chosen?" Her eyes widened in surprise, "You both live in the same house. Are you both brothers or what?" As soon as the words slipped out of her lips, she slapped her hand on her mouth, surprised at her own audacity with the way she had talked to him. "I am sorry." She immediately panicked, fearing his anger, "It just slipped out of my mouth." He bent his head down and tapped his nose with hers playfully. She scrunched up her nose cutely and immediately a pink blush covered her face. Had she even realized that it had been almost an whole hour but she had not moved away from his touch, had not tried to run away from him? Only he knew how much he had craved to have her like this in his arms. It was not lust that he felt towards her. It was just pure longing, and need. Like the need for a last breath or a deep thirst for water.
Have you ever heard a werewolf story? In those stories you hear that a werewolf meets a girl, mates with her after some tantrums and drama, boom.. next thing you know, they are living together as soulmates. Well.. in my case, first thing, I had always thought that werewolves were fictional and not at all real. Second, I did not have one dangerous, super possessive, overprotective werewolf mate to live with. I had two. ●●● Being an orphan since birth, Eva had never known what a happy life looks like. Then entered the heroes of her story, not one, but two handsome, chiseled, gorgeous males who dropped into her life unannounced, and declared themselves as her 'unofficial husbands'. But what would happen when the lies that they have told her surface back to snatch her happiness once again?
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? . 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! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?