He walked toward her and she kept taking a step back until there was no space between her and the wall. She stared into his eyes, they were so red that one could wonder if he spilled blood in them. She had always known vampires to have colorful eyes but his was different. The eyes of the Vampire King have always sent a chill down her spine. "You're my wife now," he whispered, as he took a chunk of her hair that she had to whimper softly. She wasn't going to show him that she was afraid of him. "And so what if I am? You'd never have what you want from me." She uttered through gritted teeth and watched how he recoiled with anger. He was the Vampire King that resurrected after 500 years. When he set his eyes on Danika, the Queen of Trinnuiven Dynasty, his sworn enemy, now rebirthed as a poor and helpless girl-he knew it was destiny giving him a chance to revenge. And he turned out to want her in many ways he had never imagined he will.
Her chest laboured up and down as she ran around the busy marketplace, there were noises all over as she manoeuvred her way deeper into the market, she was being careful of objects that could harm her and large people that could knock her down. A wide smile appeared on her lips when she caught a glimpse of it, the shop she had always visited no matter how busy she might be or the punishment that awaited her at home, she didn't care and never will.
"Danika!" An old woman called out from the shop when she stood there, with her hands on her chest as she tried to catch her breath. She looked up with a smile on her face and walked further into the shop, slightly closing her eyes as a bright smile glowed on her face for nowhere in this world had ever felt like home to her like this shop.
She crouched down on her usual spot and gladly collected the water Faline offered to her. She waited until she had calmed down before she greeted the old woman, "Good evening, Faline."
Faline went back into the shop as she mumbled, "I told you to stop running around in this market, didn't I? How could you get a husband if you kept doing things this way?" That forced a burst of rustling laughter out of her. No one had ever related her with marriage but Faline and she wondered why. Besides, she knew that even if she did want to get married no one will marry her in Dewhurst, for a lady only got married when her family wanted her to and took her to the Runaways that took place after every three months.
Her father had never taken her to one, no one even thought of her as a girl that came to the age of marriage or even related her to it. She was just Danika, the girl everyone maltreated and go scot-free, for she had no one to stand for her. And it was good to say in Faline, she found the home and family she had never had.
She stood and walked into the shop, helping Faline in handing the goods a customer had bought. She waited until she watched him leave before she turned to her with a smile, "I told you, Faline, that I'll never get married. Even if Papa will take me to the runaway this month, which I know he never will, I'll never get a husband." She sounded so sure and confident in the fact that no one will ever want her.
Faline softly smacked her head before she pulled the lunch she had always kept for her, "Here, eat this before you go back home." She sat beside her as Danika immediately ventured into the meal, "And I've always told you, Danika, you'll find a husband that no girl in Dewhurst will ever get even if they were to kill a thousand people. Just wait and see."
She mumbled incoherently with her mouth filled with food when Faline uttered the words she had found a liking in, which Danika knew will never happen. They spent over an hour in the shop as she helped Faline with everything that she wanted and it was only late evening before she decided to go back home when Faline was about to close her shop for the day.
With a thumping heart and hands that had already got sweaty due to what she knew she had to expect, Danika walked into the house, making sure she walked soundlessly to her room, which was the attic. Some days sleeping in the attic had been her worse nightmare, there were scorpions, cockroaches and whatnot, but she was now accustomed to everything and it felt as though they knew her too. None of them bothered her anymore.
"Mama! Danika is just back and she's trying to get to her room!" Riah, her stepsister shouted toward her mother and Danika knew it was time to stop playing the hiding game. She had been caught, she had always been caught and by no one but Riah.
She fixed her composure and looked up at Riah that was flashing her a smug look and Danika quickly looked away. There were times when she wanted to give her a medicine of her own but she could not, even though she was a year older than her. To her, Riah wasn't a younger sister but a nightmare and she dare not even speak back to her!
She wasn't expecting the smack that got in contact with her nape and she crouched down almost immediately at the pressure her stepmother, Lamya used in hitting her. "Didn't I tell you to stop going to the marketplace? Are you trying to find a husband or what?"
What was with everyone today and talking to her about a husband? Even though she knew that Faline meant her good when she spoke to her about a husband but for these people, she was certain they belittled her and thought she would have to stay with them until her last breath. Somehow, somewhere within her mind, she wanted what Faline said to be true. She wanted to show these people who she was.
Papa walked through the front of them and he found that in that situation as Lamya scolded her over and over again. "Papa, I..." she began, but the sound of his belt on her was what made her shrill in a cry as Lamya kept conveying to him how Riah had found her in the company of another man and she had to beg her before she came back home.
He kept beating her to the point that Danika could not even cry and all her lungs were extinguished by her lack of energy and if she could add, her skin felt like burnt skin and it hurt as hell should. He beat her to his satisfaction and mercilessly threw her out of his way as he stomped to his room. He looked up to see Riah and Lamya smiling wickedly at her, this is what Lamya did, she hardly beat herself but she would do all she could to see that it was the Papa she thought loved her will treat her this way.
She picked herself from the floor and walked up to the attic, she had to cry her eyes out. Not because of the pain of the beating she had got, but for the way, her heart ached. She heard the sound of laughter and from the corner of her eyes she could see how lovingly Lamya had held her daughter and Danika wanted nothing but the arms of her mother.
It has been said that Ammar, The Vampire Prince that died 500 years ago would resurrect and everyone seemed to believe that but Esmeray, she had never even believed that there were Vampires in Dewhurst. Until one day she heard a shocking and frightening sound and when she asked, she was told that it was a sign to all Vampires that the dead Vampire prince was back from the dead and now, as the Vampire King She hated him for making her see and feel the things only Vampires should, when she knew she was human, how comes? Until he declared her his bride at the Virgin Runaway, Esmeray had no idea why she hated him so much. Until she got married to him, and she got to know that this hatred she had for him was only a pinch of the hatred she felt for him 500 years ago. Back then, as a Vampire.
He Choose Her, Yet He Wants Her Dead. Sevim had always lived a free live while she safely crushed on her brother’s bestfriend. But there was a change of events when she had to go a different world she had never been to in place of her dead twin brother. She wasn’t the one chosen by the Emperor, but her twin got killed 100 years ago and as said by her Mother, the Emperor had waited for 500 years and couldn’t wait any longer. Unless she wants her family dead, she had to step up. Which she did. Yet the moment she got to his world, he aimed a sword at her. He wanted her dead even though she was practically unkillable. Unless he’d kill her and have himself dead as well, with their souls being intertwined by the Goddess of Life and Death. And as he set to the Magical World to find a way to untagle their souls so he could kill her, Sevim found secrets she wished she hadn’t, which would force her to kill him as well. Yet, as she dug deeper into everything, she found a more shocking mystery lying uncovered for the past 1000 years. A past life she had no idea she lived and would kill to know what it entails.
Anna Brayden is an only child, a spoiled brat. After her billionaire father died, she became of the richest young ladies in America. When she gets into a fight with a stranger she meets in the airport on her way to visit her boyfriend, her life takes a turn for the worse. He keeps on appearing whenever she doesn’t want him to. He hurts her and makes her cry, but despite the hatred she feels for him, he makes her heart flip and her hands get sweaty. Man, he’s so hot!
I have a secret obsession. You probably may wonder why it’s a secret when I’ve made it pretty obvious on the gram. Everyone knows about my obsession, well, except him, of course. And the universe seemed to be on my side the day I got to be his maid for a few hours. Only that, I’ve never expected that a day that started so amazing could end so badly. I’ve never expected that I’d regret seeing him that day. Or that I’d end up hating him and avowing never to forgive him for the rest of my life. But destiny has a funny way of twisting with lives; just like it has twisted with me. And I ended up not just a maid for a day for him, but a live-in maid! And just when I thought I’ve hated him enough not to be fascinated by him, the universe showed me that I haven’t even loved him enough. And he turned out not to be the person I thought he was. Breaking all those walls I’ve carefully built around my heart to crash without even trying to. Making me fall harder in love with him-just that this time, even though I knew that I’d never have a chance with the President’s Son, it couldn’t have been clearer. I loved him, but he had someone else. Carrying the little self esteem I have, I took the leapt of being with someone else. But…could I really live without the President’s Son? Is the secret I’m hiding, meddled with the hatred of him that I buried in my heart, be an opener to something beautiful…or worse? Maybe Zafir’s Story and I would be an epic lovestory. Maybe not.
‘I’ll marry him,’ she said, flashing a lopsided smile. ‘I don’t care about what will happen to him, so long as you’d keep your promise, I’ll even kill him if you want.’ Yusrah had no idea she was having herself hitched with her nemesis. She’d cry, she’d hate him even more and he’d make sure she regretted the very day she knew him. She may be a Turkish goddess that had men dancing to her tunes, a fierce and powerful woman that was filled with venom, but that was the least of Hammad’s worries. He knew she married him for a reason, to birth his doom. And he’d make sure she regretted every minute she was going to live as his wife. They embarked on a marital escapade that was filled to the brim with hatred, quests for revenge and anger, but they had no idea what they would stumble upon in life may or may not change their views about each other. A dare will be set between them, and everyone was hell bent on making the other lose…while they slowly lost themselves to the sea of love calling out to them in Istanbul. Whilst fighting between themselves and the tenderness that whispered to their souls; secrets will be revealed, memories will be made, tears will be shed and hugs will be shared. Maybe even love will be confessed! Even though not all soulmates you’re meant to live forever with…they hoped theirs will last. Blind or not, they certainly fell in love!
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
“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.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
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."
"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.