In a world where werewolves and vampires live freely among humans, Lyra Laine is a lonely and resourceful 19-year-old girl living in New York. Her only goal is to raise enough money to flee to Canada, to put several states between her and Carlos, her stepfather, a gang leader, who has decided to make her his thing. In her race to win her freedom she will cross paths with a huge animal that she thinks is a giant dog. Hypnotized by its eyes, is she really doing the right thing by taking in this wounded beast? Hasn't she just brought the big bad wolf into the fold? "There are some sexual and sexy scenes, and some war scenes.
Lyra, hurry up, the customer is waiting!
I snatch the package from the secretary's hands and run to get on my bike. I work as a courier in New York, and this idiot has just wasted 5 precious minutes of my time because he did not pack well. Time is money, I don't have enough to waste.
I have already done more than 50 kilometers today, yet I would like to be able to do at least two or three more errands to increase my salary for the day. To achieve my goals, I race through traffic, weaving in and out of cars, sometimes catching a bus or a cab to get some speed.
My next client is in the middle of Manhattan. I have to go to the Verona building, in one of the business districts of the Big Apple. It's a place I've never been before despite my work, as it's a rather vampire-like neighborhood and they tend to use their servants for the kind of service I provide. It's not a problem for me to go there though, because money has no smell, no race, no homeland where ever it comes from, so I take it shamelessly.
Following my GPS with one eye, I look at the buildings around me, vaguely wondering what to expect. As far as I know, I've never come across any non-humans, and unlike the rest of the people I'm around I've never been interested in them. Fortunately, vampires are by far the most exposed, so despite the fact that I live in a district exclusively inhabited by my race, I have some knowledge of them.
First of all, knowing that they once hunted my kind for food, I am glad to be protected by the primary agreement. It is a non-aggression pact that forbids hunting and unauthorized consumption of other individuals.
While I've never trusted the law to defend me, the bounty my company offers me for coming so far from my usual neighborhood helps me throw caution to the wind. If things turn out badly, I'll take action when the time comes. It's not the first time I've had to take care of my own safety.
Putting my bike against the wall, I tell myself that after all, all humanoid bipeds look alike, so I don't have to fear them more than the others. Looking up at the building with its impeccable windows and dizzying lines, I also think that most of the people inside must be careful about their image: Eating the delivery man would probably look bad.
Pulling my cap over my head, I tuck my package properly under my arm, before going through the automatic doors, trotting to the reception desk and pushing all doubts out of my brain. The woman at the entrance looks at me with a stern eye, ticking off my jeans torn at the knees and my Carapuce t-shirt. I'm well aware that I'm 19 years old, and past the age of Pokémon, but I don't care what the rest of the world thinks.
Anyway, I'm not here to do a fashion show. Without giving him the time to make the slightest remark, I attack directly:
I have a parcel for Mister Veroni, I have to go up, it's urgent!
She hesitates to give me access to the upper floors, pouting with a disgusted look without stopping staring at me. What does she think? That I come to make graffiti in the building?
Well, at worst I can leave you the package! I say while shrugging my shoulders. For me, it's not a problem, I would say that it's your fault if the customer didn't get it in time...
She bites her lip, worried while triturating her files, weighing the pros and cons, while I pretend to turn the heels.
It's good, it's good! She finally answers me with bad grace. 42nd floor, the first office on the right!
Strategy of the number one courier: When the reception is not warm, oppose an apparent calm and then insinuate that the interlocutor risks his place. This is one of my favorite techniques, I love to see the little department heads go from arrogant to scared. With a smirk, I watch her hand me a badge with her fingertips.
It is to be returned on the way out! She spits at me and turns immediately to face her computer screen.
No joke! I say in an acid tone. Me who dreamed to begin a collection!
I leave, while she throws me a furious glance in corner. The spade was not obligatory, but I added it in supplement for the pleasure.
I walk through the elevator door, finding myself squeezed in among a troop of men and women in dark, severe suits, pulled together. I suppose most of them are bloodsuckers, but I wouldn't know them and I don't really care. I only think about my bonus and in the meantime I slip into a corner to better watch them.
On the 42nd floor, I rush to the indicated office, knocking on the door before entering without waiting for an answer. After all, the sooner I get it over with, the sooner I get out of this place that makes me feel a little uncomfortable.
In my haste, I come face to face with a tall dark-haired man in a suit and tie, whom I bump into, caught in my momentum.
While grumbling against the people with too broad carrures, I make a step backwards, however I hardly moved that he holds me by the arm.
Your smell is very pleasant... He says to me with a dreamy voice while his nostrils dilate.
I blink, perplexed, thinking that he doesn't look sane. Raising an eyebrow, perplexed, I try to disengage myself by explaining to him what I come to make there.
I have a parcel for Mr. Veroni!
He doesn't let go of me, his black eyes staring at me with the intention of entering my soul.
It is me! He says while a smile stretches his lips. What a coincidence, I think we were destined to...
I cut his reply, which I feel will be very heavy, by placing the package against his chest in a slightly brutal way before offering him my tablet for the signature.
Sign here, please! I answer him coldly, giving him a blow of elbow so that he lets go my arm that he still holds firmly.
Once he finally decides to release his grip on my wrist, grabbing the package by reflex, I show him the screen and the place to sign. No matter what, stay professional: strategy number 2 of the delivery man. The technique usually works with all the low-level flirts and paper-pushers who are a little too pissed off.
Unfortunately, this time is one of the failures because he stares at me without moving, as if he was waiting for something else than the parcel which doesn't seem to interest him at all.
His eyes sparkle with a brightness that does not tell me anything worthwhile. Hoping to finish faster, while all my fears seem to take life, I resume trying to keep my calm, despite the uneasiness that grows in me.
Mr. Veroni, do you want your package or not? I asked with insistence.
Against all expectations, another mocking male voice resounds a little further.
So, boss, your pheromones don't work anymore?
I tilt my head forward to get a better look behind my fool of a client, discovering a man sitting on a large walnut desk who looks at us with a smile. He suddenly approaches with a predatory gait, sure of himself as if I'm going to melt under his spell. I squint, observing this tall blond man with pale skin that contrasts strangely with his black suit
He growled, slamming his fists into the tree that was currently behind me I swallowed hard and looked down to the ground avoiding looking at his golden eyes that shined threw the darkness of the forest. "All mine" He whispered before his teeth sank into my neck
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Traversing back to the ancient Prime Martial World from modern age, Austin finds himself in a younger body as he wakes up. Yet, the young man he possesses was a miserable dimwit, what a bummer! But it doesn’t matter as his mind is sound and clear. Possessing this younger and stronger body, he will fight his way to become the God of martial arts, and rule the whole Martial World!
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
I am the most talented doctor, the genius artist, the most famous jeweler designer, and I am going to be the richest one, making Conor, the king of a super powerful family, lose his crown… Conor was hunt down me for six years because I raped him. No, because he raped me. It didn't matter anyway. Since be selling by my father, I was gonna be Conor's fake wife. The noble people thought I would be a disgrace to their family since I was the mentally handicapped. What fuck! When I was going to be gotten rid of as rubbish, a baby boy showed up and called me mom. Conor gaped at baby boy since the baby boy just looked like child version of him. Conor sheathed in my body, moaning, “Don’t hide from me. Tell me everything, sweetheart.” I blinked, grinning, “Our baby girl also misses her daddy.” Conor, "…"
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?
Warning: This book has high sexual assault displays, but does not support any form of rape. I, Alpha Edward Parker, swear that I will keep you tied to me until I make you pay for what you did to my mate," he swore, gripping my chin in a bruising hold. "Not only will you wish for death, but you will beg for it, and it will be too far from you." I could feel the eyes of the whole pack on us. They probably came to experience a normal wedding, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I was being married off to a groom because he wanted revenge. Tears welled, and I wanted to scream, "I am your mate; I'm the one who saved you, not her." But I knew no one would believe me. I was his mate, how could he not recognize me? Four years ago, Amanda happened to save a total stranger, but due to a string of misunderstandings, her sister took her place. The stranger then promised a vow of betrothal to his savior. Not seeing any use in correcting the error, Amanda allowed it. That was her biggest mistake because the stranger ended up being her own mate. Caught in a web of lies and confusion, she decides to set herself free by speaking the truth. But her plans are thwarted when her sister turns up dead, and she is pinned as the main suspect. A mate out to seek revenge for another, a forced marriage, an underlying plot, a web of lies, and many dark secrets. How can Amanda navigate all these without losing sight of herself? How will she speak the truth when she has already lost her voice and has been destroyed by her own mate?