Amelia Slovakia at 18 was mortified to realize she would be getting married soon but she would never say surprised. As a woman, she was aware her value as Romania's offspring would always be reduced to a trade and barter system so she had prepared her mind for it and was certain she could get married to the boy of her father's choosing or so she had thought. Until her engagement night had completely changed the course of her life forever. She was married just like she had anticipated, but to no boy. The Mayor of Moscow, Jason, a long-standing enemy of Romania had never thought the night he left for his nemesis' hidden daughter's engagement due to pure intrigue he would end up having her as a wife but now, with the younger insolent woman bent on testing his restraints and pushing all his buttons, he had more on his hand than just trying to curb her obnoxiousness and her need to stubbornly go against him because he was also finding it hard to stop himself from proving to the heiress he was all male and there was a certain amount of attitude that could be tolerated without him thinking of an appropriate punishment that would require her gown off.
Chapter 0001|A spoilt Princess
"You all are cowards!" Ron, my younger and if I'm being completely honest, sometimes I think my only brother yelled at my three older brothers whose stone-faced chiselled faces remained untouched with emotions. "You'll let her be married off just like that for some foolish alliance?"
I wrung my hands together thankful Ma Eleanor wasn't behind me to remind me of how improper that was for a lady even though we were in the 21st century because Romania Slovakia, a Russian by birth who had conquered one of the biggest European outfits, president and leader of the Shadows, also known as my father had a peculiar way of raising his daughter and by peculiar I mean coldly announcing my arranged marriage to his second in command's son a few minutes ago after a brief 5 minutes meeting with me and my brothers over a plate of medium cooked steak.
The thought that Ron, my baby brother felt betrayed and hurt truly showed how vulnerable and naive he was. He had just turned 15 so he was no less a kid like I was, a year back when I had come back home grinning from ear to ear after being offered a full scholarship to the Russian university and Dad had said he was proud of me. Even Brother Nicholas, my oldest brother and heir to dad's empire had let me drive his Lamborghini.
Nobody touches Nicholas' car but he had lied, pretended like I did have a shot at being great, happy like my life wasn't decided the minute I was born.
The only girl among 4 strong men who while they ploughed and trained hard in the dirt, got multiple injuries to show for their training, I learnt how to be pretty, play the pianoforte, and be an interesting side piece for any man my father finally finds worthy to give out his well-trained and well-mannered dog to.
"Look..." Mason started airily, six-foot-tall, blonde and a spitting image of my mother. I'm just quoting my uncle. Dad never talks about her, so I didn't know what she looks like even in pictures, sound like, if she would approve of how I love walking barefooted on the beach or just scold me, reminding me I wasn't like other girls and despite how curious I had been in the past nobody seems to want to discuss her.
She is dead and according to an exciting drunk outburst from Nicholas, I knew she was beautiful. Very beautiful. And that's the only thing I knew about my mother.
"Amelia!" Ashton snapped. At 23 he was already so Brusque, cold, curt and a spitting image of a man that more than their identical raven black hair and grey brilliant eyes, reminded me every day in more ways than one that family would always mean his outfit and everything else he owns lies in the altar of sacrifice to keep it great.
"Yes..." I mumbled realizing I had spaced out. Typical. Lost in my little magical world with fairies and elves.
Not.
"What do you think? Don't you think Jared is a good dude? He goes to your university right?" Mason repeated eying me while trying to put up an act of a blank face for Ron's benefit.
What do I think? I thought. Firstly, he isn't Jared, his name is Jackson at least know the name of the man you'll be calling Brother-in-law soon and who by the way is a piece of shit, playboy, and generally just an arrogant scum. Besides I'm freaking 18, I should be making out in a shabby motel with a sex playlist that would make me want to gouge out my eyes in the next 10 years, with a guy called Tyler Sly, who keeps a nice blonde bun but guess what else that isn't real apart from a cool name like Tyler Sly that rhymes, I could never say what goes on in my head.
I haven't for the past 18 years of my life. I always had to put everyone's feelings before mine, even though I'm the last thing on their mind.
I directed my gaze at the beach in a familiar green-blue slate... After a wave. You know, peace...calm. I think that's why I made here our spot, the only thing I ever managed to voice out amidst my other thoughts being buried amongst other stronger harder male voices, because the calm just reminds me that there just might be good out there.
Perhaps a kid was getting an iPad from a distant relative with no strings attached, a child could run with her hair unpacked and being blown by the wind, a girl was going to be a dancer, yes no education, fuck college, and everyone was respecting that even though they don't approve. Good that I couldn't see in the intimidating high wall of the prison called mansion I've had to endure for years.
"Yes, Jared. Nice kid." I licked my chapped lips and then managed a faint smile at Ron, knowing I'll be doing all the work after all of convincing him I was happy. "I like him alright."
"I don't think father would like you calling your soon to be husband a kid."
I spared a sidelong glance at my father's second seed who still hasn't understood that trying way too hard and being this dutiful doesn't make up for the fact that you'll always be his second son and after being a President of the Shadow, my father adores the traditional practical ways of running things thus making Ashton always end up being a runner up to Nicholas not because he wasn't smarter, deadlier, trained harder but simply because it wasn't his birthright.
Mason made to ruffle Ron's head like that magically made how fucked up our family is, if we still knew what that means anymore, disappear and Ron avoided his hand glaring at him.
"Firstly, his name isn't Jared but Jackson and she doesn't like him because she hasn't had a single conversation with him or anyone in college. Because she is the freak that two deadly hefty men guard all day long at school while her two intimidating brothers pick her up after!" Ron yelled and I clenched my jaw when I saw the pity in his eyes for me before he was running out of the beach to hide the tears that were about to roll from his eyes.
Because even at 15, Ron was aware that the Slovakia men never ever show any signs of weaknesses.
"He would come around," Mason muttered as he leisurely threw a flat rock inside the body of water and when it skipped thrice he grinned.
Total goofball, easy-going and my immediate elder brother who like the other two didn't give a damn about me, not like I expected them to.
I was just the strange girl with pink frillier that cried hard when anybody touches her Fresno doll, the sister who never worked out but busied herself with painting her nails and attending tea play dates. I was Amelia who according to the world and to even my brothers was just a spoilt princess who gets handed whatever she wants and easily too.
What is worse? Sometimes I feel like it because I do tick the stereotype.
Blonde hair framing my oval face and my rare sapphire blue diamond necklace make the colour of my eyes hard not to be noticed. It was blue. I was having a mental breakdown inside of me, hyperventilating, worrying about Ron and angry that I could still worry for him when I was the one getting married to a total stranger but yet I had a full makeup, my manicure and pedicure were on flick, and, I was wearing a long silly gown that Eleanor had said made me look like a princess and I couldn't help but accept, a princess who needed saving from her tower of responsibilities and things expected of her as appreciation for this amazing life she has had to live, thanks to Daddy dearest comforts.
I was crying but hey, the world was too busy pointing out how perfect my life was to see past the charade and it wasn't like I could remember who I was before it all because somehow spoilt privileged Amelia was slowly starting to feel more like a face than a mask.
"You know if you love here so much, why don't we just get the beach house too. Why make us stand here just so we could have a chat?" Nicholas grumbled and I mentally rolled my eyes at his undisguised need to want to splurge money.
Just like my other brothers, Nicholas had a problem, his was the spending type. No, he wasn't extravagant that would be easy and normal as what is expected of a 25-year-old who was heir to a billion dollars life of crime and blood empire but he threw money at things like that would somehow make our problems go... Poof away.
"I don't want to buy the house." I cast a glance at the beautiful unoccupied glass to glass penthouse that I didn't have a problem with in fact the only fault was that it was truly beautiful, simple and magical to become one of our properties.
I'd feel choked if we owned the only safe spot that acted as a breather for me.
"You better say your goodbyes then because the place is up for sale. Ma Griffin decided it was time already to let go and you'd be getting married anyway and moving from here."
I sighed. I met Ma Griffin and fell in love with her house after I became friends with her grandchild, Amber over being in awe of her riding a bike.
If I loved the daring brunette, that ate Cheerios and hamburgers when she wanted, I fell more in love with her home and life when I met her grandmother who was away from her family and resided here because her grandfather had passed out due to a heart attack and that's where they had once casually planned to make a home when they were grey and old.
I smiled, excited that Ma Griffin finally was able to get closure and move on with life, even as I wondered what her grandchild who was the closest thing I had to a friend would be up to.
If she finally gave up her dream of really belonging to a biker group like in the movies though to be fair I did and still think she'll kill it, then I'm sure she is creating a sort of magic but in a crazy bizarre box that makes her real and raw Which was the hardest thing to be found over here.
"Father I have sinned. I have a confession." I lean against the confession booth relieved that I could finally tell someone this niggling secret that haunted me. I wasn't Catholic, heck I wasn't a Christian but when your mom worked four jobs just to keep a roof over your head and your best friend and only friend think you are a psycho, a priest seems like a reasonable option to tell a sin that robs you of sleep constantly. "What is it, my child?" The priest's voice comes out through the window. "The devil kissed me and I liked it." As I walked back home, my head down, hands tightly holding on to my backpack because of my squalor-like neighbourhood which breeds crime. I couldn't help but smile a little, amused at the priest's face as I tried to convince him I didn't mean a figurative devil but the real deal. I'm Prudence, a runt litter, a nobody in my private high school, and a charity case on scholarship but somehow the devil chose me.
800,000 years ago Earth was being defeated by the people of the underworld in battle. Some of the humans were taken as slaves and were mated with which led to the discovery of how pure their genes were and how it makes their eternal posterity un aging. So every millennium as an exchange for Earth's freedom, the male of mating age was free to pick a woman from earth, who was free to come back once they are done birthing a child. Nobody knew what the underworld people look like because none of the women who left ever came back. Kimberly Clarkson had heard the little myth that made her curious 6 years old eyes widened, the thought of another world fascinating her but now, whenever she remembered the little tale no one could prove exists she Scoffs, knowing better. The underworld story was well, just a story. She just turned 23, had a childhood sweetheart that adores her, and was finally having a chance to contribute her quota to society now she was working at her dream firm as a lawyer. But what Kimberly doesn't know is that soon everything she has ever believed in is going to change because it is time for the underworld people to cash out on their agreement and Kimberly's name falls among the lots.
He was darkness, sinfully gorgeous, A dangerous fantasy, a walking orgasm with strings of broken hearts behind him a proof of his heartless nature. He was everything decadent yet delicious your mom warned you about. She wanted light He wanted her After running away from her abusive drug addict of a step father and a woman who was busy getting her next fix to care for a whiny 15 years old. Maya could say she have had it tough in life and just wanted her own happy ever after. A husband who adores her, a picket fence, a dog and three Adorable children. After she catches her fantasized soulmate cheating on her with her best friend, she is shattered which leaves her deciding to throw caution into the air once and indulge in a mind blowing one night stand. A one night stand which leaves her sprawled on the bed humiliated, turned on and intrigued about the hot stranger with the distant cold blue eyes who practically freaked out when he discovered she was a virgin. When her friend gets her a job as a PA to the CEO of one of the biggest establishment in the country but turns out Mr Ceo was the hot stranger and what more? He wants to claim her in everyway possible but Maya knows what a picket fence guy material looks like and her insanely hot brooding boss who she had to remind of his mother's birthday and was made to drop a dozen of roses and a one line note of "let's not make this more than it was" to his numerous one night stands, wasnt it. But what Xavier wants, Xavier gets and he is totally determined to get a particular someone who wants absolutely nothing to do with him.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied 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."
This book contains hot mature scenes and languages. Read at your own risk! "Ahhh...". She threw her head back and gasped at the sudden vibrating sensation from her underwear. "What..what..what was that?" "A little toy and a bigger one playing with each other". Antonio replied and pressed the button again. Angela arched her back at the sweet torment,her fingers digging into the sheets tightly. "Stop..stop..please,this is bad,my head is spinning..i ...can't..take...it". Her mouth moved convulsively. "The setting is still low, you are already so twitchy,your body is just so ready". He replied dry, watching her face closely. "Please....". "Those faces you make...you better stop or I will get hard enough to not hold back". He replied and increased the speed. "Haaa...ahhhh..wait...stop ...please". Angela cried, her eyes bulging,as she fought with herself..her thighs vibrating too. "Seeing you cry to it is actually more interesting,I should use it often on you..,this is pretty fun". He pressed the next button. "Stop please...it keeps grinding on my..clit. so hard.I..think something's coming out...my body...ahhh..I am gonna pee..stop". "If you do that...well you will explain to the doctor and nurses, how you wetted the sheets, you can do better,just hold it in". He smirked. She rubbed her thighs together and bit hard on her lower lip,trying to hold back. "Let's take it to the next level,shall we?" She opened her eyes widely,her tongue out salivating. "No..no..please..no..more...." Suddenly she felt herself shaking convulsively. I am at my limits..this is bad..I can't let this pee out...but it's extremely hard,she thought and burst into tears. "Freckles,I will advise you to save the tears we are just warming up". He breaks into her thoughts. "I.. can't..I can't...ahh nghh!" Her eyes rolled back... Anthonio watched her intently, a cigar clamped in his teeth,a hand in his pocket and the other with the remote. He could feel himself hardened. She had that insane effect on him. "Fuck! I am hard". He cursed under his breath. Suddenly the door opened. "Grandma?" Angela gasped, tears clouded her eyes as she tried to keep her face straight and voice steady. *****ADULT CONTENT HERE* read at your own risk! "No matter the time or place,you will spread your legs for me when I say so,that's my condition,can you do that?" Angela met his eyes and swallowed convulsively. "Yes". Her voice trembled. Angela, a 24 yrs old and breadwinner of her poor class family was left with no other choice other than to say yes to Mr Antonio inorder to save her nieces. Antonio Montero of the famous Montero family! The incredibly handsome, famous idol and young billionaire also known as the sexiest man of his generation. A toxic playboy with many sex scandals. Nevertheless, Angela wasn't a fan of his looks or movie roles as most girls including her very own sister, not even in the least in love with him nor he with her. He got a death wish to grant and she, emotionally blackmailed. Most girls would die to find themselves in this situation but not Angela... One year Angela will have her simple life back. But what will she do if it becomes a life time imprisonment? There are far many secrets about the Monteros that got her entrapped.
Endless caresses, endless kisses. Clinging to him as if her life depended on it, her body ached for more and she arched into the touch to receive more, more pleasure. "Oh darling, you taste so delicious, I can't get enough." He rubbed himself against her, telling her how much he wanted her, his deep, gruff voice resonating in her head. Her body also desired him. "Come for me, baby," He gave the order, and her body obeyed, following his command. "No!" she yelled, opening her eyes abruptly. Feeling confused and guilty, she gasped and sat up in bed. Scarlett's life takes an unexpected when she discovers that she is pregnant by a stranger with whom she had a one-night stand. She was humiliated and disowned by her parents. She ran away from the pack to start a new life. Will Scarlett find her way back to the father of her kids? What happens when he finds her and does everything possible to make her his? Will they scale through the challenges that life would throw at them? ***** Scarlett wakes up in bed with a stranger and doesn't even remember how she got there. She later discovers that the man she spent that night with was the Lycan King.
The kiss grew more passionate as he felt her warm supple body pressing against his chest. He couldn't believe how soft she was. He was gentler this time, making love to her with a slow, languorous pace, pausing now and then to check the expression on her face. Kira was. transported. She no longer felt the fabric of the sheets underneath her. One moment, she was floating in the air, cuddled by cotton candy clouds. The next, she'd become one with a dinghy, bobbing up and down with the undulating waves. His scent enveloped her. He was on top of her, using his arms to support his weight and avoid crushing her. She snuggled up closer to him, safe and snug, cocooned in his warmth. Kira had always marvelled at Austyn's stamina, but he outdid himself tonight. In the midst of overwhelming rapture, Kira still had the presence of mind to broach the subject she'd been meaning to bring up. 'My dad's medical bills.' Austyn paused. He frowned as he looked into those beseeching eyes. 'It'll be taken care of by the end of business day tomorrow,' he said with a bit of an edge in his voice. Kira breathed out. ****** She is a 21-year-old college student who dreams of becoming a journalist. He is the heir of the McCarthy family and president of a business empire. She is bright-eyed and vivacious, a glass-half-full kind of gal. When life throws her a curveball, she knocks it out of the park. He is the archetypal alpha male, aggressive and domineering. Endowed with both brains and brawn, he steamrolls over his enemies and rules his company with an iron fist. The two would never have crossed paths if not for a cruel twist of fate. Kira's world was turned upside down when her father was hospitalised after a car accident. The medical bills were astronomical. Austyn McCarthy offered her a way out. The price: becoming his contract wife. At night, he consummated their marriage but called out another woman's name. Who was she? Why did Austyn marry Kira if he was in love with someone else? Kira was his lawful wife, but she had no right to ask these questions. Then one day, the woman showed up in front of her.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.