Having survived the River, Akara wakes alone, and with a decision to make. Find Marek, the mysterious hunter who saved her life through deception and lies? Or find Taius, the King, who's lies are coming to the surface. And through the decision on who to trust, Akara must battle through her emerging powers, and her torn feelings between Marek and Tai. And her decision will reveal a connection far deeper than what she ever thought she was capable of.
A horrid, foul smell rouses me.
For a long moment, it's like I'm submerged, fighting desperately to reach the surface. And then consciousness knocks me square in the chest, and I'm sitting up, gasping for air.
Violently coughing, I lean over, overwhelmed by the smell shrouding me, by the bitter taste rising up from the back of my throat. My body aches, muscles weak as I finally allow my eyes to crack open, bracing my arm up against the shadowy light.
Looking up, I realise I'm in some kind of shallow hole. Trees surround it, roots creeping down through the dirt and into the hole I'm in, protruding unnaturally from the ground...Wait, are those really roots?
Glancing down around myself, I realise with horror they are bodies. Dead bodies.
Scrambling back, I skate over soft limbs and rotten flesh, the jagged edges of sharp bones jabbing into me as I press back against the base of the hole. With each alarmed breath I drag in, the horrid smell of decaying bodies consumes my senses, my stomach heavy as a result.
Leaning over, I throw up profusely, gagging at the disturbing taste burning in my throat. Everything I've thrown up is thick and black, pooling on the dirt in such a way I have to turn, squeezing my eyes shut.
My mind is swimming, trying to grasp what is going on. I'm in a hole, filled with bodies in all different states of composition. On some of their bodies, the familiar colours of Tai's old guard are visible.
What is going on?
Turning, I scramble through the damp dirt, sprawling out the forest floor. My entire body shudders as I breathe in the earthy scents cutting through the decay. Yet I'm covered in death, fluids and debris clinging to my clothing pressing into my skin.
Resting my cheek against the ground, I close my eyes, my vision swirling with bright colours. I'm fading, I can feel it, my conscious slipping away...ever...so...slowly.
***
Waking up is suddenly much harder.
Pain rolls over me in waves, mainly isolated to my head. First I allow my fingers to twitch, feeling slowly seeping back into my limbs. It's silent around me, aside what might be the crackling of the fire. I've been sweating. I can feel it all over my body, clinging to the surface of my skin.
My eyes flutter open.
I'm staring at a ceiling, painted yellow. Frowning, I lift my arm, running the back of my hand over my eyes. My head feels like a foggy mess. No matter where in my mind I retreat to, I'm met with a thick haze, revealing no evidence of where I am, and where I've been.
A creaking sound echo's beside me, and when I turn my head, I realise it's a door opening, and unfamiliar woman steps in.
"What's going on?" I question, coughing past the scratchiness in my throat.
The woman approaches, pulling a chair from the corner of the room to the bed, sitting on it. I'm sitting up now, pressed back against the wall, staring at her warily. This room, her, this feeling in my body...It's all unfamiliar, and I hate it. I want out of this place, even if I don't know where I should go.
"Oh you're awake...I'm so glad," she exclaims softly, chewing her nail as she looks over me.
I don't feel injured, and yet at the same time I do. Looking down at my arms, I'm bruised all over, my skin littered with scratches. Even under soft sheets, each movement makes me keenly aware that this isn't isolated to just my arms.
"Where am I?" I question, looking around. This is some kind of bedroom, in what I imagine is a cottage. The furniture, the walls and even the ceiling have been hand painted, and there is a hand knitted quilt draped over the bed. The woman even looks like she has made her own clothing, her dress swinging loosely from her body.
"I know you're probably confused," she soothes. Her accent is strange, not from the Jade Province. "We found you, on the verge of death in the Azure Province."
Burying my face in my hands, I rake back through my mind.
My last memory was at home, with my family. Father has been at war, so I've been at home with my mother, studying about the Beast, my Tani...Her smile is the last thing I remember.
So how did I end up at the Azure Province, where I've never been in my life?
"How did I get there?" I question, pressing my fingers between my brows. It seems there are memories missing, like there's something large I should be remembering, and yet I no matter how far I delve back, I can't seem to scramble anything together.
"Well, I was hoping you could tell us," she says, almost sounding nervous. "You were quite battered when we found you. My husband and I immediately brought you back here, to our home."
A gauzy curtain covers the one window in the place, which is a blessing for my sensitive eyes, but a curse for my bearings.
"Where am I now?"
"Emerald Province." The woman offers up the information so kindly, and yet I'm struck back, a sour taste gathering on my tongue. Emerald Province. I've never been to the Emerald Province before, but at least it's not too far from my home, in the Jade Province.
Or maybe I have been to the Emerald Province. Something about it seems familiar, right on the tip of my tongue, that I can't quite grasp...I need to be here, to get to someone who needs me.
My parents.
A hollow pit opens up in my stomach, as I consume that fresh information. My parents don't live in the Jade Province, they live here, in this Province. But why? I don't remember them moving, or me, for that matter. And yet I know they are here. It's the first certain feeling that I've been able to grasp since coming back to consciousness.
"My head is killing me," I mutter, palms pressed against my temples.
"Chew on this, it will take the edge off," the woman offers, grabbing a box sitting atop the dresser. When she opens it, she reveals some kind of green stalk, which I take warily. "My husband is a healer. He's out right now getting supplies, but he will be back soon."
The stalk tastes sweet when I bite into it, a welcome relief from the bitter taste in my throat.
"How long have I been unconscious?" I ask softly, unsure of how I came to be unconscious in the first place...
The woman's gaze turns soft, sad. "About two weeks since we found you..."
My chewing ceases, as I just stare at her blankly. Two weeks? How long was I unconscious before they found me?
I realise, with a chilling coldness, that I'm alone. I've lost my memories, my bearings...everything.
I'm truly alone.
Sienna has been in love with her Alpha since she could remember. He's rough, dangerous and the epitome of raw sex appeal. The problem is, he is her best friend, and strictly off limits. Tradition mandates he marry a woman of noble birth, and that is not her. She knows this is for the best, until she becomes his mistress, and things start to change. As she falls for her best friend, she must reconcile a deadly secret she has been keeping from him for years, that could change everything. Onyx has sacrificed everything to become Alpha. So, not marrying for love shouldn't be such an issue. His entire life he has denied his feelings for his best friend, until he is forced to take her as his mistress to grant her protection. With threats growing against them, and when his prospective wife candidates start showing up murdered, he make some difficult decisions.
On a quiet Spring morning, Avila awoke, six months after her death. By some miracle, she was suddenly alive, with no memory of her life. Confused, Avila is thrust into a world of where she is a Princess with a secretive family who battles a vicious rebellion. And, she is engaged to a wealthy, handsome Prince who couldn't stand who she was before she died. Avila is forced to piece together her previous life while making sense of her current one, but with a rebellion member who is in love with her, and the attraction growing between her and the Prince, things are only getting more complicated.
"I can't tell what is real and what is a dream," I murmur, looking up to his silver eyes, glistening mist swirling within his irises. "But I know I can't hold myself back from you any longer. Luella has been having the same dreams every night involving two silver eyed men, who remain elusive during the day, but come alive from the shadows by night. After visiting a therapist who tips Luella off on what could be the cause of these dreams, the start to become more frequent, to the point she can no long tell the difference between dream and reality. Who are these silver eyed men? One wants her desperately until he doesn't, while the other is always there when she needs him, until he is not. That is, until she swears she is seeing them in her waking life. And suddenly, her dreams might just be coming to life.
“I...I’ve never had an orgasm before!” I blurt out, backing away a few steps. He sits up, dark hair ruffled and messy from the fingers I ran through it. His eyes, once wide, slowly darken. “You what?” He breathes. *** Running from a dark past, a girl stumbles into a territory ran by a notorious Alpha. He's cold, dangerous and poisons her, forcing her into his proximity. But she harbours a dark secret, which when revealed to the wrong people, causes her to become tied to the Alpha in an arranged marriage that reveals more about them than anticipated... Including the bond they share when they touch. And the Alpha too has a secret, an obsession. For her. __ Themes: Fated Mates, Forced Proximity, Arranaged Marriage, Werewolf (Alpha), Romance, Smut, Dominance. (18+)
"So you're a virgin, then." He says it so blatantly it rattles me to the core. "No! I mean, would it matter if I were?" "I suppose not," he muses, his gaze shifting back to me. "But when I look at you, I want to violently fuck you until you cannot move for days." ---- On a hiking trip with a friend, Meara accidently breaks an ancient curse, releasing a powerful Alpha from another time. He wants revenge from who imprisoned him as much as he wants her, and Meara may be the only one who can stop him. But she has a life she isn't ready to give up. And yet, there is no escaping a seductive Alpha and a deadly curse that has been unleashed across her Pack that threatens her life.
*Mature Content* (First installment of the Trial Series) *English Version* Juliette Kerson does not want to fall for the Alpha Kings scheme of luring in Wolves, forcing them to compete for a place in his pack by attending the Thirty Day Trial. She wants freedom, not discipline. But this year, she is nominated to compete, and she is no loser. Free spirited, Juliette catches the young Alpha's eye. But she also is the product of an unspeakable species called Skinwalkers. She's different, but keeping that from an interested Alpha proves harder then it seems, especially with Ace, the deadly Skinwalker with a secret lurking around.
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
Eliana was framed by her best friend and her fiance into sleeping with a boy toy in the club and getting impregnated by him. Five years after she had given birth to twins, she returned home and worked under the Moran Group, where she met the CEO-- Maurice. Maurice was a brilliant businessman who did his job well. But in order to stay under the radar, he lived a double life. One as Maurice, and one as Preston. Fate brought the two together again, roping them in on an exciting love story. It all became more complicated when Eliana faced Preston, the man she had slept with before, once again. Now that she was being pursued by two men, how could she ever choose? When would Eliana uncover the secret of Maurice's identity? When was Maurice going to know that he already had two children of his own? How would Eliana face this man when the truth came to light one day? Come and find out.
Warning! Mature Contents! ***Excerpt*** "You belong to me, Sheila. I alone am capable of making you feel this way. Your moans and body belong to me. Your soul and your body are all mine!" *** Alpha Killian Reid, the most dreaded Alpha in all of the North, wealthy, powerful and widely feared in the supernatural world, was the envy of all other packs. He was thought to have it all... power, fame, wealth and favour from the moon goddess, little was it known to his rivals that he has been under a curse, which has been kept a secret for so many years, and only the one with the gift of the moon goddess can lift the curse. Sheila, the daughter of Alpha Lucius who was an arch enemy to Killian, had grown up with so much hatred, detest and maltreatment from her father. She was the fated mate to Alpha Killian. He refused to reject her, yet he loathed her and treated her poorly, because he was in love with another woman, Thea. But one of these two women was the cure to his curse, while the other was an enemy within. How would he find out? Let's find out in this heart racing piece, filled with suspense, steamy romance and betrayal.
"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.