In an alternate world where Prince Baelon, son of Viserys Targaryen lives, vultures gather around to devour pieces of House Targaryen. Prince Baelon is a sickly prince, since birth he has been... but what if... illness was not the only aspect of him, what if the mysteries and magic in his blood awakened? Follow the prince as he stakes his claim on the Iron Throne, warring all those prying upon it with ice, fire, and blood.
Since birth, I remember being pale and sickly. Pale is a generic feature for the Targaryens since we are from Old Valyria but my pale was a ghostly white.
Many maesters had checked out my body and conditions for my body being this weak. The only conclusion that they could come to was that something went wrong during my birth.
It did seem plausible since my mother died when I was born.
"My prince, it is time for your medicine."
I raised my head and saw a maid. She offered a golden tray that contained a cup. For some reason, her hand flinched a little as I took the cup.
"Thank you, Dyana." A soft smile appeared on my visage seeing the sweet girl.
However, I frowned. The girl was not speaking, she usually does not hesitate to talk, usually about novels.
We recommend stories to each other, it is after all one of the only things I can do for entertainment due to my weak body.
I looked at the girl, her body trembling a little unable to even hold her plate properly. My palm gripped her serving hand tightly, I peered into her eyes as I spoke.
"Is something wrong Dyana?"
She didn't reply but I could see her biting her lips. Before long, tears ran down her face as the young girl began to sob.
I hugged her tightly, letting her head rest on my shoulder. I caressed her hair lightly, it confused me why such a cheerful girl was crying but for now, I did not want wish to see her woe any longer.
"Everything will be alright Dyana, don't worry. I am here." I patted her back continuously however the girl just could not stop sobbing.
My entire robe was covered in snot by then. Finally, the young girl raised her head, a little embarrassed, she lowered her head and stammered.
"P-please forgive me f-for this disgrace, prince."
I shook my head. A little snot did not matter much, this was nothing compared to when I vomited all the time.
I wiped her tears from my thumb and removed her hair that was stuck on her forehead due to sweat and plucked it behind her ears.
"Tell me. Why were you crying?"
The girl's face turned pukish and her body trembled. I put a finger on my chin, whatever happened seemed traumatic.
Hmmm? A frown ensnared my visage. Aegon... did that little shit do something? Since it was something related to my family, my curiosity increased.
"Dyana, what about Aegon?"
She trembled and clutched the hem of her dress tight, almost kneeling below my feet, her head completely low as she muttered.
"I asked him t-to stop my prince..."
Her breath turned quick almost as if she was hyperventilating.
My blood turned cold. Oh, he didn't. Stupid little brother. Was this a feat specifically to anger me? I did not know... but Aegon had successfully incurred my wrath.
I held the young maid by her head and picked her up in my embrace, hugging her tightly.
"I believe you, Dyana, I do."
I stood up albeit a little hard. Did Aegon think, everything he does will be ignored? Does Stepmother think, I will always let their ploys against me go without consequences?
"M-MY PRINCE! You should not get up!!" Dyana held me tightly. I looked at the girl, my eyes cold as ice.
"Leave your prince." Dyana's arms slowly loosened. I could tell she was shaken up because of me. I simply lowered myself to pat her head.
"Do not worry. No harm will come upon me... or you." She nodded reluctantly and rested aback.
Now that I was out of her clutches, my face contorted. Outside of my room, immediately a huge weakness flowed in.
I pinched myself making my blood flow faster, activating my fight-and-flight survival instinct forcing my body to walk.
I hate myself. I hate this feeling of helplessness. I AM THE HEIR TO THE IRON THRONE! THE BLOOD OF THE DRAGON! A REAL TARGARYEN! Yet... here I am, unable to even take a step further.
Baelon Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne and the Never Healthy Prince.
That is who I am. A sickly prince whose authority is laughed upon... why? Because most of the time I am in bed, unable to even interact.
Reaching Aegon's room, the guards nearby frowned and shielded entry. I looked at them, fury in my eyes.
The guards did not move and spoke.
"The prince has forbidden entry."
A chuckle released from my mouth. I spoke coldly.
"Is a mere prince's authority higher than the heir's?"
Their eyes widened and they knelt instantly. The guard on the left spoke.
"Please forgive my insolence, my prince, we failed to recognize his royal highness."
I pinched myself harder. Obviously, they did not recognize me. My body was dressed in white from head to toe without the famous Targaryen black or red, covered in snot... along with my hair that was filled with sweat and seemed haggard... one would look at me and say, I am a beggar.
I simply gave them a stink eye and entered. I could feel my body on the verge of collapsing. Sweat ran down my nape, even faster. It was getting extremely hard.
Fuck... I forgot to take the medicine.
My breaths became quick and my eyes bloodshot.... if I was to die, I would at least take Aegon with me.
Entering inside, I saw Aegon sleeping soundly on his bed. I clutched the dagger hidden around my waist, I rushed towards the boy, aiming it toward his ass.
But the darkness came faster and I found myself panting on the ground, my palm around the knife loosened and my breathing slowed down.
I glared at the bed beside, the surroundings slowly getting blurry. What a miserable life. I wanted to ride a dragon, sing and dance, explore the world, burn cities to the ground as the Conquerer did, fuck beautiful women and lastly, rule over Westeros.
I wanted to live, not live as in be bedridden forever... I WANT TO LIVE.... but all to naught. The voice in my head became background noise and my vision turned pitch black.
Alpha Ishaya, the unmated Alpha of the largest pack in North America, is facing reality where Elders are pressuring him to marry a bride of their choice. A marriage of convenience. A marriage for power. Ishaya is aware that Elders want to use him in their schemes, and he is determined to show them that he is no one's pawn. No one can force him into marriage, not even the Moon Goddess. “I don’t need a woman in my life to obstruct me. A girlfriend is a nuisance, a wife would be a problem, and a mate would be a disaster.” Will he give in? Which one will he choose? Will he have a choice once he finds his mate? Join Ishaya on his journey during which he will broaden his horizons and change in the most unexpected ways when the right woman enters his life.
[Warning: r18+/strong mature content] “I'm sure you’ll find my arms more comfortable than anything else in this world...” King Kpojyto Grant - the mighty ruler of the Kingdom of Cordon. He was ruthless and impetuous against his enemies. His mere presence screamed with rugged authority; his aura alone was more than enough for some of his enemies to admit defeat and run away at just the sight of him. But despite all of this, he was powerless and shameless over one woman… his mate - the Princess of Ebodia whom he refused to let go. Find out how things would turn out for our possessive King who's dead set on using the Crown's Entrapment to make his mate his by any means necessary. Will he be able to succeed and conquer her all - body, heart, and soul?
Kiara Westwood was the 18 year old daughter of two Alpha parents. But she was born without one of the basic abilities of a wolf. Wanting to escape from the protection and concern of her family and pack which suffocated her. She moves to the pack of the Lycan King himself. Alejandro Rossi. Fearless, ruthless and cold-hearted. Alejandro cares for nothing or no one and that’s the way he liked it. He believes his sole purpose is to contain the danger that threatens their very existence. At 34, Alejandro had not found his destined mate, nor has he taken one of choice. Fucking women was just a past time and he didnt have the heart for love nor the interest. That was until Kiara stepped into his life, like a breath of fresh air or a storm on a hot summers night. Under the blood moon, by a cruel twist of fate they realise they are mated. Will Kiara be able to make her way into his frozen heart and revive any emotions he is capable of? Or would he destroy her completely in the process?
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.
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
“Gabriel Bryce, how can you stand being so shameless?” Leonica asked, staring daggers at her atrocious husband and his mistress. “This is the house gifted to my by grandmother, yet you dare bring another woman into it? Aren’t you afraid that grandmother would be disappointed with you actions…?” Leonica’s words remained unfinished as an enraged Gabriel swung his hand through the air, smacking his palm clean on her left cheek. Leonica held her throbbing cheek, eyes wide and teary as she stared at her husband who glared down at her ferociously. “The nerves of you to mention my grandmother. You have no right to do so!” He spat, taking a step forward and jabbing his index finger painfully into her shoulder, making her take several steps back. “Bare this in mind, Leonica Romero, if not for the wishes of my late grandmother, I’d much rather be dead than associate myself with somebody like you.” *~*~* *~*~* Leonica Romero has always had a long time crush on Gabriel Bryce, CEO of Bryce Empire and Norway’s Business tyrant. Fortunately, at the request of his Ill grandmother, her family’s long time friend, Leonica gets the chance to marry her beloved. Feeling elated, she abandoned her position and dream job in the Romero household and becomes a humble housewife for Gabriel. However, Three years later, on the day of Gabriel’s grandmother’s funeral, Leonica is stunned speechless when he demands for a divorce, as his ex girlfriend Angelina Fernandez had suddenly returned, proclaiming her undying love for him. But that wasn’t the only shock Leonica received that day. Hours after Gabriel’s declaration for a divorce, Leonica wakes up in the hospital to a shocking news. She was two months pregnant. And Gabriel knew nothing about this!
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
**This book contains a trigger warning. Mention about rape and torture in this book. Please read with caution** "Our marriage is nothing but a deal," he said looking at the girl, her green eyes met his cold silver eye, and both of them glared at each other. "For any rules you break, I will claim any part of your body," his gaze grew dangerously darker at his word. Ashley Harlow was at the top of the world, living the perfect and luxurious lifestyle as the legitimate daughter of the well-known Daniel Harlow. But sadly, a one-night stand put an end to that and brought her life upside down and that of her family's name to the ground. To restore his family's reputation, she was forced into marrying Damien Albrecht, a young, ruthless, obnoxious, brutal billionaire and the head of a mafia gang in exchange for her father's company.