After the death of her mother, things went downhill for Blaire Simpson. She'd to live with her abusive father and a sister, who cared less about her existence. However, on the night of her eighteenth birthday, fate took another turn for her, when she found out who she really was. Still dealing with the life shocking revelation, she also found out her mate was her boss's step brother, Alpha Ryder, the Tribid Alpha King of the Navarre Kingdom, one of the strongest shifter kingdoms in America. It would've been a great news for her, except that she came from a long line of rogue wolves and the unspoken rule was, "A rogue can never lead a pack or be it's Luna." Blaire who'd wanted a new life, found herself running away from the one fate had chosen for her.
Blaire Simpson pushed the door open slowly and tiptoed inside the house, closing the door slowly behind her.
It was quite late and she guessed her father would be back home, that's if he wasn't getting drunk at Four Town bar.
She prayed the latter, because if he was home, then she was doomed.
It wasn't as if she'd done anything bad, but he gets very angry when he returns home before her or when he comes home and his dinner isn't served.
And her coming home late wasn't intentional. She'd missed the last bus, plus there was quite a traffic on the way, so she'd trek for most part of the journey.
But those weren't excuse enough for him, to why she'd came home late. He would be livid nonetheless of her valid excuses and that was why she prayed her wasn't back home.
The lights weren't on, but that doesn't give her any relief, because the man might be home, but wouldn't turn on the light.
She fished her cellphone from the pocket and turned on the flashlight to make her way through the darkness.
However, she was startled by the manly figure that was leaning against the wall. Seeing the man hateful gaze zeroed on her, her heart dropped into the deepest part of her stomach.
Her father.
"Dad.."
"Where the fuck are you coming from by this time?" He queried her angrily, taking slow strides towards her now scared figure.
Peter Simpson pushed the light switch and the bright light came on, illuminating the small passage that led to the door.
Looking at her, he felt a sudden surgery of anger to hurt her and cause her pain.
"There...was...traf---"
"Shut up you slut!" He shushed her up and immediately, she swallowed back her words.
The man was angry, she could sense it, but she noticed something else, he was staggering even with his slow strides.
He was drunk again.
"Dad...I can explain...the traffic was..." He shut her up with a resounding slap, so hard that her ear didn't stop humming for the next few seconds.
Per the effect of the slap, tears started streaking down her deep set amber eyes.
"You slut, you went to see a guy!" He pointed accusing, grabbing a handful of her dark hair,
"How dare you return home by this time!" He queried furiously, still pulling her hair and slapping her face, mercilessly.
Blaire tried to shield her face with her palms, but he punched through them and pushed her away.
She landed on the hardwood floor in a thud, her back hitting against the wall, but the man didn't stop.
He lunged towards her coiled form and started kicking her nonstop.
"You went to meet a man, uh? You've been fucking around, haven't you?" He accused her lividly, still kicking her.
"I haven't." She defended herself hoarsely, covering her face so his kicks doesn't land on them.
"I..didn't..meet..anyone.."
"Liar!" He shouted at her. His face was purple red and his big German body was heaving as he stopped kicking her.
"What do you think your mother would say if she was alive?" His voice was now slow, but and octave higher.
"She'll forgive me, if I explain to her.."
"Shut up! You slut." He said with gritted teeth and clenched fist, staring at the girl.
Blaire raised up her head to meet the man's gaze; his drawn broad face and blazing eyes the color of mud; lank hair roughly the same color and thin colorless lips.
"I'm sorry papa..." She cried, apologizing to him
"It won't happen again, I promise."
"It'd better not, for you would live to regret it." He stated venomously and right before her, he hissed and turned, staggering towards the stairs.
"Don't make me wait for my dinner!" He hollered from the stairs, reminding her about his dinner.
"Okay." She made an inarticulate throaty cry, not getting up from the floor.
For a few minutes, Blaire cried a dry, choking cry, wiping away the blood she'd tasted on her lips.
Her scalp was burning from the violent pull, her ribs were hurting from the kick and so was every other part of her body.
She haven't even healed completely from the beating of two days ago and here she was, crying the aftermath of another.
More likely, they haven't healed from all the assault and abuse she's been receiving for the past three years and counting.
She was bruised beyond repair and there was no light of hope for her.
Three years ago, herself and her mother had been involved in a tragic car accident. She was lucky to had survived the accident, but her mother wasn't fortunate enough, she died on the spot.
Her life became a living hell from that fateful day.
Her father for some unknown reason, blamed her for the accident that'd killed his wife.
"She died because of you. If you hadn't been a psycho, she wouldn't have had to take you to the doctor and sure wouldn't have met that accident." He'd said to her countless him, she'd lost count.
He'd even told her he wished she'd died in that accident and not his wife.
Blaire wasn't shocked, cause she took wished she'd died in her mother's place or even die alongside her. That way, she wouldn't be living this hell is living in now.
She won't have to face her father's constant abuse or her older sister's dejection.
After her mother's funeral, she was forced to take up the role of a wife to her father. She cooked for him, cleaned, did his laundry too. Most times, his sexual pleasures he'd derived from her too.
Several times, she'd attempted suicide, but every attempt was a complete failure and she'd to face his deadly wrath afterwards. She'd tried to talk to her older sister about it, but Shelly had never cared about her, not while their mother had been alive and after her death, it only became worst.
She rarely came home, leaving her to the constant abuse of their father.
After her highschool graduation, last May, her father had refused her from going to college even though she was accepted on a full term scholarship to study psychology in UCSC.
Now, she was working as a waitress at Dela Restaurant. Her earnings are his to squander and she wasn't permitted to go out with any guy.
Some months back, Malcolm, her best friend's brother, had insisted on driving her home from the restaurant, because it was quite late. Her father had brutally abused her just because he saw her getting out of his car and he'd assaulted her so badly, she'd to call in sick from work the next few days.
Since then, she'd avoided the opposite gender like plague.
Even her former best friend, Poppy, she wasn't permitted to visit or communicate with anymore. Although, she was far away in Northwestern studying law and only came home during the holiday, her father had strictly warned her not to communicate with her, fearing she would expose him, so she'd to keep her distance.
In fact, she was living in hell on earth, with no one to talk to and no way of salvation.
After sobbing her pain away for a few more minutes, she gathered herself up from the floor and sauntered towards the kitchen.
He must be having his bath and would take quite awhile. She just have a prepare a quick dinner and serve them before he returns. Ignoring her bones that were screaming in pain and anguish, she set out to work immediately.
Using the pressure pot, she was able to beat the time and when he came out several minutes later, she was done with dinner.
"Blaire!" He called out to her, walking towards the dining table.
He was on his pajamas pants, shirtless above it. His dangerous looking tattoos visible for the eyes to see.
Most times, Blaire had wondered what'd actually attracted her mother to a man like her father. He was deadbeat, all he'd ever cared about was drinking and gambling away the little money they'd. He'd a job at the Topeka Sewage plant, but eventually lost the job and they all had to feed from the money her mother had made, work as the sales manager at JC's and Penny's.
After her mom's death, they started living off her insurance. Shelly moved away Oklahoma and came home once in a blue moon. She was stuck with him, with no possible jeans of escape. That was why she'd insisted on working at Dela's; it was her temporal escape and a means of financial support.
Not waiting for him to ask, she pulled out a seat for him to sit on and after he sat, she hurried to the kitchen and brought his dinner.
Dinner was bacon and spaghetti sauce.
"Sit." He ordered in a monosyllabic tone after she'd served him his dinner. She pulled out the seat next to his and sat on it.
For several minutes, he ate his dinner hungrily, while she sat there, contemplating on how easy it would be for her to just poison him one of these days and get him off her back.
But then, her conscience would kill her with guilt for the rest of her life. She's still living with the guilt of her mother's death, to want to add his to the list.
"When is your pay day due?" He asked her all of a sudden, dragging her from her reverie and she faced down, avoiding his gaze completely.
"On the twenty fifth." She mouthed in reply to his question and he grunted something incomprehensible, going back to his dinner.
"Dad, I've ran short of my pills. Can I get money to restock?" She asked him in a barely audible tone and he returned his gaze on her, his brows creased.
"You'd a restock two weeks ago, how come you've ran out of it?" He flared acidly, his voice so loud, it reverberated around the room.
"Have you been using it with another person?" He pointed accusingly at her, she coiled back in fear and shock,
"Have you been sleeping around with another man?" He repeated, this time pushing his dinner away, the cup of water fell on the floor, shattering into pieces.
"No..no...one...I'm...not.."
"Shut up, you slut!" He roared angrily, smacking her across the face.
"You've been sleeping around!" He accused her blatantly, pulling her by her hair,
"You've been sleeping around with other men uh?
Is it your boss? Have you been sleeping with him?" He asked her, yanking her hard on her hair.
"Dad, I'm not...Mister Creed isn't doing anything to..." Another thunderous slap and she swallowed her words.
He grabbed her neck and pinned her face to the wooden table, almost wanting to strangle life out of her.
"Get this into your slutty head, bitch. I own you. Till the day you draw your last breathe, you're mine and the sooner you accept that, the better for you." He spat venomously, still pressing her neck, while she wheezed and gasped for air.
"The next time you give me any reason to doubt my ownership over you, I'll do hurt you, you'll wish for death instead." With those words, he let go of her neck and pushed her head against the table. He hissed and left, leaving her to clear up the mess he'd made on the floor and on the table.
With tear filled eyes and belabored breathing, she watched him walk towards the stairs.
After escaping her adoptive father's creditor, the infamous Sebastian Bernadotte, Isabel Hadid opted to be a surrogate mother to an anonymous billionaire in desperate need of an heir, just to pay up the debt. She conceived a pair of triplets and upon delivery, she maneuvered her way to have one of the children for herself, breaching the contract she'd signed. Eight years later, Isabel has created a new identity for herself and her son, Reynolds. However, fate had other plans for her when her path crossed with Sebastian Bernadotte again, and she discovered that he was the anonymous billionaire whose son she'd stolen. Seeing the striking resemblance between her son and the sons he'd left at home, Sebastian needed no Sherlock Holmes to deduce Isabel's foul play. "Woman, you've breached our contract by taking my son and now, you'll pay. Either I take back my son and have you pay for infringement, or you accept to be my mistress." Isabel was stuck between losing her son or becoming the mistress of the man she'd once despised.
Demon Don was everything a man would dread messing with and a woman would fall in lust with. He was as handsome as he was as deadly and dangerous. He was a cold and hard profiled serial killer, the best in the game. However, when he was offered the unusual job of protecting the children of a former drug syndicate, he'd to get help as he couldn't manage to take care of the four years old, Kayla and her six months old sister, Suri. Seeing Alina, the twenty two year old nun to be, he knew he'd gotten the help he'd needed. He kidnapped her, offering her the job of a governess, with no chance of refusal. Alina had accepted the job not just because he hadn't given her any option, but also because she felt the strange cosmic connection to the kids and couldn't bear leave them alone with Demon Don and his litter of blasphemous words. She couldn't wait to finish the job and return to her normal, far away from Don and all the baggage that came with him. However, fate has other plans in stock for her, because when Don who'd became not just her employer, but an acquaintance and her protector, started asking for things which were beyond her reach. Things which were against her moral upbringing and against her drive and her goals for life. Alina was torn between succumbing to his earthly and lustful desires or standing her righteous ground against them. Not only was she exposed to the harsh reality of life, whilst working with Don to protect the two endangered kids, but she was exposed to secrets from her past, which were unknown to her, forcing her to take a life changing decision.
Lucas Ozera isn't your normal teen. He is a member of the ancient vampire race, the Morois and unlike several morois, his family are among the Moroi Secret Society that make up for royalty. With him being the only one left in his family after their tragic death, he's next in line for the royal seat. Not feeling safe enough in the Elite Academy, the school he'd spent almost all his life, learning all he needs to know about being a moroi and leading his race, Lucas fled to the human world to live as a normal human being, with no responsibilities, no obligations and no entitlement. Unless, he's far from your normal human being as he got caught after six months of hiding in the human world and he was brought back to the academy, where he's believed to be safe. With a new dhampir guardian, Danila Kirova, a witty, smart mouth, exquisite, strong and bad ass teenager who was assigned to him by the Gaurdian Council, Lucas knew for once his life have gotten a lot much worst as he have met his match. He'll do everything within his power to get rid of her but instead, it'll only bring her closer to him cause she's more than just his guardian. Lucas discovered of his undeclared magic and with Danila by his side, they ventured to find out about this rare magical power and declare it to the vampire society. However, learning more about this magic wasn't as easy as it seemed, as secrets from the past would be unfolded and they would be breaking rules that hadn't been broken for several centuries in the vampire race.
Jacklyn Chisholm is successful young woman who works for the New York Police Department as a forensic photographer. When Jacky found out about the possibility of the people she calls her parents not being her parents, She, who'd spent her whole life investigating other people was forced to start an investigation on herself. The investigation that had her journey to the past and brought her a shocking revelation to who she really was. She surprisngly found herself in a whirlwind romance with two guys, One is Jake,a colleague from work and the other Tyrone, a guy who works for a Financial house. Jacky's happiness was short lived after her biological father, was found dead in his Work House, While everyone speculated suicide, It was left to her to prove to the world that her father hasn't killed him but was murdered. Would she be able to prove to the world he hadn't committed suicide when it would mean endangering her life? What happens when enemies from the past began to threaten her and sins of the past are unravelled? How far can Jacky go to bring justice to her late father and the people that has been hurt by these bad men? Crime and suspense filled. Would Jacky ever get justice for her father?
Lana a twenty-two year old lady, who had to take the responsibility of taking care of her younger brother, after the death of her parents in a ghastly car accident. Although having a void in her heart, she still tries her possible best to smile and laugh. If there were two people she holds very close to her heart, it would be her brother Bryan and her best friend, Tristan. Tristan promising entrepreneur from a wealthy home, had been crushing on Lana as long as he could remember. His biggest dream is to have Lana as his wife. After completing her college, Lana decides to do a six months internship program in Bluestone Enterprise, owned by the most eligible and wealthiest bachelor in New York. With the help of her best friend, she was able to get the job. He's cold and has a high profile of being brutal in the business world. He is a control freak with his own several shades of darkness. No one would dare mess with him, all were afraid of him. And he is no other person but Grey Salvador. Lana was torn between her best friend and the possessive, control freak of her boss... And sadly, her heart beats for her boss. A man whose dark past scares and allures her.. Lana didn't need a soothsayer to tell her, that her life has taken a turn and it was never going to remain the same ever again.
With her adoptive parents faced with financial difficulties, Gianna was forced to take a surrogacy contract to help alleviate her family's financial condition. As the surrogate to the hair of the State's mostly wealthy family, much was excepted from her and when she was confirmed to be carrying two males twin, much more was expected from her. Alexandre De Marco, the cold and aloof heir to the De Marco's Empire was captivated beyond words after an obscure night with Gianna and after that, he wished to possess her as his mistress, even though his grandfather had already chosen a bride for him. After the birth of his sons which unfortunately one was born dead, their contract came to an end with Gianna going her way, much to Andre's disappointment. Eight years later when he met her again by a fluke of fate, his obsession to possess her hadn't left one bit and with the knowledge she'd take his son, a breach to their contract, he decided to use it as a leverage against her to make her his possession and his mistress, his one his alone.
Lucille was one of the most skilled female assassins, and on the previous night, she embarked on a top-secret mission. However, the mission's details were leaked, leading to her untimely demise at the hands of a traitorous companion. She never discovered the identity of the person who betrayed her before her death. But by some miracle, she was granted a new life, and was reborn as a girl with the same name. Determined to uncover the truth and seek revenge for her family, Lucille seized her second chance at life. She planned to avenge her loved ones. However, her plans were complicated by Joseph, an apparently frail man who was actually skilled in martial arts. And he seemed to fall for her deeply, now this newfound knowledge only added to the complications of Lucille's revenge plan...
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
This is a story about two damaged people who came together because of one's desire and the other's fear. Cassandra She was young, innocent, loving, and pretty with big eyes that showed her soul. She was stunningly beautiful but broken and alone, trapped in a world of monsters. Then he appeared. People say he is the worst monster of all, someone you pray never to meet. Will she escape him, or will he become her whole world? Dominic He was ruthless, aggressive, and merciless. Everyone feared him, and he was proud to be the king of his world. But he was also broken. Then she appeared. She was like a fragile doll, his doll. Will he take what he wants and move on, or will she become his life? "Let me go, please," she begged. He buried his face in her neck and tightened his grip around her arms. "Shhhh... breathe, love," he whispered. She cringed at his nickname for her, and he continued, "You are mine, and I am never letting you go. I will give you everything, my love, except your freedom from me."
For the sake of their company, Atasha Rae was forced to marry the known heartless billionaire, Lorcan Amadeus. But it only took her a week as his wife because later on, he suddenly wants a divorce immediately. So as he wished, she signed the divorce paper even after admitting to herself that she was somehow starting to fall inlove with him. Heart badly wounded, she ran away from his life. Until she discovers that she's pregnant with his child and as a result, she ends up with no choice but to keep it a secret. Out of Lorcan's awareness, she's keeping a secret that would lead him to an overflowing regret. Because for a week of their fallen marriage beyond repair, she's carrying the billionaire's heir.