You know the saying 'school is not for everyone'. Trust me, it was said for Thea and her crazy best friend, Rita. These two are the troublemakers widely known for their pranks who never seem to last a year in every school. They are wild, unpredictable and rich motherfuckers. This attitude provoked their parents to send them to a boarding school where they must graduate from. Shit gets really messy as Thea's life was thrown upside down into a drowning sea of rules that she must follow. Thea soon began to see everything in a new light after being thrown into a world of betrayal, secret, lies, love and of course a sexy Italian dude who steps on every nerve in her body. His name was her daily routine. Sinn. A guy whom she never expected to be the leader of a mafia, an assassin. Would she be able to make it through the most bizarre school called THE ROYALS ACADEMY.
"Alpha, there will be a full moon tomorrow," his beta said in a perturbed voice.
Dean glance out through the window and sighed, "I know that."
"The curse..."
Yeah, the f*cking curse.
Hundreds of years ago, Dean's ancestors provoked a powerful witch named Niala, by killing their coven members and so she placed a curse on his generation – specifically the males. Every full moon, the male transforms and remains in his wolf form for seven days without any rational thinking. They go berserk by killing their park members, ones with strong willpower hunt and kills any animal within their vicinity. In other words, they simply kill during that period. Finding a mate is the only way to break the curse.
In other to prevent harming his pack, Dean's great grandfather created a special room designed to contain any frenzied wolf. Only a certain number of people are aware of this fact, the rest pack members only know that their Alpha remains in his wolf form during the full moon, it'll raise alarm in the pack if they ever find out their alpha could hurt them.
His beta is apprehensive because of the recent threats from the Mercury pack. He's afraid that they might attack within these seven days.
"Their Alpha isn't stupid Zeke, he wouldn't attack without any reason, the Hunters will go after him."
Zeke nods ones but he still noticed the uncertainty in his eyes.
Ignoring the looks on his eyes, Dean continued"Tomorrow, after locking me up, I want you to clear the environment, ensure that everyone stays indoors."
"I know what to do Alpha."
The following evening, Zeke followed Dean's instructions by clearing up the environment, and on the seventh day of the curse, Dean who was locked in the confinement room in his wolf form, ravaged at the wall. His wolf has lost all sense of thinking, the only thing in his mind is... Destroy. Kill. He slammed his body on the door wanting to be let out. This has never happened to him before, he suddenly had a strong urge to go outside. He tried to stay rational but it was impossible. He dug his claws at the locks, tearing at it, when he saw it loosen up, he rammed his body into it again and again till the locks gave up.
Dean ran into the woods to hunt, he sighted a deer in no time and went for it. The moment he sank his teeth into the deer, a smell caught his attention, an intoxicating smell of sweet vanilla and honey, he trailed after it and soon realized where it's coming from. A girl, a silver- haired girl.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
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.
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. .