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It had been more than three years since she laid eyes on him, after that she resolved never to fall in love again. She would work her way up and build up her way up to show she needed no man. In family or in buisness. That was the plan until some goddamned unknown forces in the universe decided to bring him back into her life. Rita was a young woman with a good sense of who she was and prided herself on her decision making skills but here's the thing, to make good decisions you have got to have made bad ones sometime in the past. Well he was hers. Samuel was not the type of man to leave his plans high and dry. When he sets his mind on something he gets it done no matter the cost. Turns out that also applies to humans that intrigue him and none moreso than Rita. Rita wants nothing to do with werewolves of his caliber, once will always be enough. If she could wash her hands clean of the supernatural world she would. That's kinda hard to do when they are just as out and about as the rest of the not so super natural world. She just wants to get over the last hurdle in to achieve her goal. He isn't letting that happen until he achieves his goal. Put in a great helping of will to succeed, a dash of rivalry and paranorma normal, a pound of unresolved issues, a healthy sprinkling of revenge and hatred, a spoon of animal attraction and just a tiny–who am I kidding?– a really generous helping of scandalous advances. All in a bowl of strength of resolve. Mix well and put in a luxuriously lavish office. We will see what happens in a year or so. *Wink*
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CHAPTER 1
The day went off to a great start, Rita had actually managed to get out of the house on time for one. That being because the noisy neighbors that lived directly above her had moved out last Friday. She would be lying if she said she did not enjoy their absence, the weekend had been complete peaceful bliss without their constant partying and arguing.
She had actually gone to sleep without earmuffs or having to call the landlord or the police. So off she was to her office, fully rested, fed and ready to start the Monday. She needed all the strength for the towers of paperwork Marlene would already have on her desk.
She tied her hair in a high ponytail, she had gotten the unruly locks braided last Friday, she had gone for the copper with a mix of white, her head felt heavy but she would get used to it.
She wore a white blouse with black pants and a pair of black flats with a handbag to match, perfect for walking since she left her car at the mechanics a few minutes ago. Her workplace was just around the corner anyway so she walked.
She had walked to her work before but today was different. She guessed the saying was right, if you keep moving fast you would miss the little details around you.
That was especially true if you lived the past three years with one goal that you did not take time off from like she did. Sometimes it was nice to stop and smell the roses, take in the sights. Alvas city was certainly one of those places to do that.
The city was beautiful, it was not just a concrete jungle like most cities. There was a lot of green around–parks excluded–from grasses to trees and even vines all side by side with buildings. It was kinda like those places you see in Tokyo.
The aim however was not only to combat air pollution but to help relieve the stress that came with being in a clustered environment. That is to say that the arrangement was made with some members of the supernatural community in mind.
That made sense especially since the city's population kept growing. Alvas was renowned for its green look and generous spaces, it was what made it a tourist destination and vacation spot. It brought in an influx of revenue.
The city was not just a recreational destination but a business destination. It was a buzz for startups, the place attracted some big names in business both legal and illegal.
Sure the criminals happened to be stronger and faster but that is where having supernatural on the police force can come in real handy.
The crime rate, considering supernaturals was at a low, one of the lowest in the country.
She was here for the buisness part. She had graduated from buisness school four years ago with high honours. She did not waste a minute looking for a good company to gain experience from. She had made a lot of choices then, she only regretted one.
Thanks to most of those early decisions, she now worked in one of the most notable companies in the world, Deleze Incorporated. One of the world's leading companies in renewable energies. The company also had its hands in medical technology advancement and agriculture.
She finally made it to the building, the seventy floor skyscraper standing tall and proud, the company name and logo plastered in silver at the top.
She looked down at her watch. It read thirty minutes past seven. She smiled just a tad. She made it with forty five minutes to spare, she usually got here with less than ten.
She walked up the concrete stairs, through the revolving glass doors and into the security checkpoint. The building had an intricate and heavy security system.
Cameras would take note of and identify all the people that went in and out, supernatural or not, capturing normal and thermal image. The checkpoint was mostly for employees or visitors to show their identification. They would also be scanned for weapons. It was manually manned by specially trained humans and shifters.
She had her ID pinned to her outfit every morning before she left for work. It held all her information, well not all her information just the basics. A standard photo of her, her name, gender, species, height and department. The rest would be in the company database.
When it got to her turn, she unpinned her ID and handed it over to the woman behind the counter. She knew all the women working at the checkpoint even when they rotated. They were familiar with her too, the checkpoint was more of a formality they could not compromise on.
Her ID information flashed on the screen just to her left. The picture was from last year, her hair had been in an afro then.
Name: Anozim Rita .B.
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Height: 5'9
Department: Financial
When she was deemed alright to proceed she went straight for the elevator. There were already two men inside when she got in and when it was apparent that no one else was coming the man on her right who was a good 6'4 pressed his floor number, sixteen, the editorial department.
According to the ID hanging off his neck, his name was Marcus, a Vampire. Of course that was apparent from the red hue in his eyes and the paleness of his skin.
His orange curly hair was really messed up, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up past his elbows and there were splotches of coffee on it or was it blood.
He looked like he had had an all nighter for a week straight. Probably did. He actually had bangs under his eyes. And if he was going back up, it was not over yet.
He caught her looking and gave her a tired smile, she returned it with a small smile of her own.
The elevator dinged as it came to its first stop. As soon as the doors opened Marcus was out of there, literally a blur. The other gentleman had moved closer to the buttons and pressed his own floor button, nineteen, the development department.
His black hair was cropped short, quite close to his skull. His was wearing a royal blue suit and had a black briefcase in his left hand. She could not see his ID from where she was standing. She also could not tell if he was human or not.
The ride was too short to get any clues, the elevator made its second stop and the man went his way. She was left alone in the elevator as its doors shut after she pressed the button for her own floor. Her department was on the twenty seventh floor.
The elevator resumed its course, stopping to let more people in as it did. When her stop came she was all too relieved to get out of the stuffed lift.
She marched straight to her desk without so much as a word to anyone. After the stunt they pulled last Friday she did not even want to get started with anyone of them. As expected waiting on her desk was a tower of paperwork and a memo from Marlene to get it all done before one pm. Yay.
With a sigh she placed her handbag near at the foot of her desk and she sat down. She glanced at her watch again, it read seven forty five. She still had thirty minutes.
"Oh well, better get started." She said.
And so her day began in the most boring and unfair way possible. It was bound to happen when you worked under a ninety five percent grumpy all the time witch who could not hex you because it would get her fired.
By nine fifteen she had gone through half of the monstrous stack and was absolutely exhausted. The things these documents were saying were putting her brain up in tangles and the numbers were beginning to mess with her head. She needed caffeine before she made a mistake.
She stood up and headed for the coffee dispenser. It was incredible how it stood there, looking like a knight in shining armor come to wake her sleeping brain.
People were already there grabbing their third coffee of the day and it was not even close to ten thirty yet. Some of these guys looked like they had just run a mental marathon, worst part still they knew they were not done yet and sadly neither was she. Just goes to show Marlene knew how to show the love.
When her fellow employees saw her coming they averted their eyes away from her to anywhere else, even an empty cup. They knew what they did last week was wrong. The prank and unanimously pinning the blame on her as well. It was the reason that monstrosity called paperwork was sitting on her desk earlier this morning.
She took a cup from the stack and held it below the nozzle, watching as warm salvation streamed into her waiting cup. After taking the much she needed she added some milk and sugar, the smell of it was already waking her brain up. She took a sip and sighed in bliss. If only it was not temporary.
She walked back to her desk, liquid salvation in hand to finish off her punishment. Because that was what it was. Punishment.
They called him evil, ruthless, cruel, incapable of mercy. Colder than anything in the realm of winter. Dark as the night sky in the realm of eternal darkness. He was unforgiving, forsaken and long past the point of redemption. He was real and he was here. Iyra couldn't believe the tales were true even after accounts of so many saying he was the one attacking cities and killing so many fae. She couldn't believe, didn't believe it. Sticking to the idea it was rebels disguising themselves and spreading rumors. She was forced to believe it when he attacked her home. The heart of the winter realm. Doing away with the King and most of the court and royal fold. Forced to believe and live with the bond that exists between them. Since his takeover, things have somewhat returned to a sense of normalcy within the realm after a long period of chaos. He knows beneath it is another rebellion, one fueling fire to topple him and tensions are rising. The last thing he needs is a stubborn weakness. Iyra holds many secrets, some she wishes she never knew, never had to keep. Some that keep her awake all night, crying and feeling sorry for herself. But emotional turmoil is not all she has to deal with. More secrets and puzzles are coming her way, each one with higher stakes than the last. She not only has to carry secrets but lives, bonds and a crown. Can she do it?
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
"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." - - - 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?
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."
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
[Cute Baby + Secret Identity + Powerful hero and heroine!] Caroline loved Damian with all her heart for five whole years. She devoted herself to him and lived humbly for his sake. However, when the couple faced a crisis, she hoped that the news of her pregnancy would fix their marriage, but what she got in return was just a divorce agreement. And to make things worse, while she was about to give birth, she had fallen into someone's trap and her life was in danger. After managing to survive such a harrowing experience, she was determined to cut all ties with the man. Five years later, she re-emerged with her head held high, being the CEO of a famous company. Those who used to bully her now got a taste of their own medicine. And the truth about the past gradually surfaced... Dazzled by Caroline's newfound confidence, her ex-husband wanted to get back together with her, but she just turned a blind eye to his advances. Damian pleaded desperately, "Honey, our baby needs both his parents. Please remarry me!"
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.