"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.
~Luella
"I told you it would be pointless."
Della sighs deeply, looking straight ahead at the road. The only reason I went to this therapist session was for her, but I don't know what else she expected. I've been on medication they have prescribed before, and it did nothing but give me serious anxiety until I could no longer deal with it. Since then, Della has been looking for other options.
"He didn't say anything different?" She questions, giving me a skeptical glance. I nod at her to concentrate on her driving. It hasn't rained this heavily in Fate's Territory since I first came here three years ago from Death's realm.
I shrug, fiddling with the air conditioning absentmindedly. "Same old diagnosis. He might have said something about it maybe being magic. Crazy old man."
Della snaps her attention to me.
"Watch where you're going would you? I might hate these dreams but I'm not planning on dying today," I comment. Della looks back at the road, but her knuckles clutching the steering wheel are white, and there is a frown etched into her forehead.
"Magic? You know that's not much of a stretch," she comments. A laugh almost slips out of my mouth at her statement.
"Aren't you meant to be the practical one?" I ask her.
"Come on Lu, it's not that odd is it? I mean, we live in the land of Fate. You've been in the
immortal realm for three years, and I know you've witnessed magic before," Della says, turning down my street. She's right. I've witnessed petty magic from people at street markets, but nothing impressive.
Della pulls up my driveway, parking the car in front of the garage. I love my home. Luckily I have a great job that has meant I can live in a beautiful house on the shoreline. Fate has the best territory in the immortal realm, which is something I stand by. Especially when I get to watch sailboats on a good day drift into the nearby dock.
"All I'm saying, is that this has nothing to do with magic. It's probably just my messed up mind," I comment, popping the door open.
Rain mists against my face and I fumble with my keys, pushing my front door open. Della follows me inside, cursing the weather, wiping water off her face. Rain visits here so often, I'm quite enjoying this strange weather.
"You should really clean up in here," Della comments.
"I think it looks fine in here," I mutter, moving into the living room and I pull off my jacket. Maybe it could be decluttered in here, but I like my space. It's creative in my opinion, which I wouldn't expect my perfectionist sister to understand.
Della picks up a stack of books, weighing it in her arms. "I mean, do you even read any of these? You're meant to be a writer, not a book critic."
Taking the books from her arms, I stumble over to one of my bookshelves. The wood already is sagging from the weight of my current collection. There's something so addicting about collecting books. Coming to the immortal realm uncovered many authors I loved in the mortal world who continued their work afterwards.
"They are for inspiration," I reason.
"Do you ever leave this house?" Della questions. Turning around, I narrow my eyes on her. She stands there, hands on her hips, looking concerned.
"I don't have enough time in the day to go out with my wine drinking friends to east low fat hummus while we whisper about attractive guys who come into the bar," I remind her, watch her raise an eyebrow at me. Della has a surprising amount of time and money which she still won't share with me on its origin.
Della collapses onto my couch, resting her head back. I know she cares, but she gets too much enjoyment out of coming to my house to criticise my livelihood. She still claims writing isn't a real career. It's done good for me so far.
"You haven't even tried to make friends, or even go on a date. I've seen what you've downloaded on your computer, so don't act like it isn't on your mind," Fella comments.
I swallow despite my dry mouth.
"Go on a date and have someone mess up my intricate schedule?" I question. It's an excuse that my oldest sister of all people can see right through. She knows I'm not as confident and beautiful as she is. Maybe if I had that perfectly pouting mouth and big green eyes things like dating would be easier.
It's most common for mortals who leave the Death realm to either lose touch with their mate, or lose all chance to ever meet them. So that leaves dating to become a very popular phenomenon. I wouldn't say in very interested in that.
"You could try. Wouldn't it make for a good story?" She asks, ignoring my deadpan expression. "You can't let these terrible dreams get the best of you."
I know, within me, that she's right.
Della doesn't stick around long. Apparently she has to head back to clean up her house, which I know is an underlying hint. It leaves me to sit in my favourite spot to look out the window, holding a leather bound book in my hand that I doubt I'll open. I'm more fascinated by the raining littering the window, blocking my gaze out to the sea.
I'm writing a romance novel at the moment that is troubling me. With Della's suggestion stuck inside my head, I'm left not knowing what to do.
Standing up, I pick up my laptop before settling into the chair. The site is already up on a tingle tab when I open my computer. I usually have it open, but never search the site. It always feel so wrong, as if I'm committing some horrific sin.
I need to get over this.
Finally, I sigh deeply, clicking onto the site. Mindlessly, I shift through profiles on people who live in the area. This seems so foolish and pointless. None of these people are going to want to go on a date with me. The kind of guy I want wouldn't like that.
"What was I thinking?" I mutter, setting my laptop on the table as I stand. As usual, Della gets into my head, just like she wants to do.
Just as I get up to make coffee, my computer dings.
Someone has messaged me. Falling back into my chair, I realise a guy named David has messaged me. His profile shows a young, professional looking man who is admittedly attractive. He's simply greeted me in his message, so I quickly type back. Soon enough, we are having a full blown conversation, and I swear at a few point, he made me smile.
We set up to meet each other for coffee at a nearby cafe. By the time the conversation ended, I was blushing and smiling, feeling foolish in myself.
I'm okay on my own. But this could be fun.
The rest of the day I spend writing, taking this new found inspiration to the page, which is treating me well. I don't stop until midnight. It's a trend of mine to try sleep late, as if it's going to help avoid getting the dream. It has never worked.
Glancing at my bedside table, I see the drawing a therapist made of one of the men in my dream. Those silver eyes stare at me.
"See you in a bit," I murmur, before switching my lamp off.
Falling asleep is always the best part. The calm before the storm. There's maybe an hour of blissful, serene sleep with nothing going on, until all my vision becomes a blurry flurry of silver. Slowly, it begins to turn into a pair of eyes, and then, the world forms around me, and they eyes become apart of the man standing in front of me.
I notice something is different immediately.
First of all, I have complete feeling and control over what my mind is consciously thinking. It's so real, that if it weren't for the fog in my head and the slight blurring line around his figure, I would have assumed I've woken up tied down to a chair in a dark room.
I know this man. Not from real life, but his recurring appearance in my dreams. He's the first man with the silver eyes. He has reddish brown hair and honey skin. The tattoos that streak up his arm are unfamiliar, not creating any pattern in familiar with. If he were actually a real person, I would notice him immediately.
Looking down, I'm tied down to a chair. The man, wordlessly watches me as I remain helpless, before he turns away from me, and walks into the shadowy darkness.
I'm stuck.
Reality hits me right in the face. I'm awake. My eyes open, and I look around, shielding myself from the strip of sunlight that streams in through my partially open curtains.
Morning already.
Something is wrong. I've never had a dream as simple as that. I've never been tied up against my will like that until I woke, as if I were being held hostage within my own mind. Shaking my head, I sit up, glancing at my phone.
It's midday. Midday. I was meant to meet David at ten.
I have three messages asking if I were coming. Quickly I text him back, but there's little point.
How did I not wake up. Some horrible gut feeling that I had that dream for a reason.
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.
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.
“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.
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
22-year-old Evelyn Carter is attempting to start over in California while avoiding her past. She will be embarking on a new career path as a private school teacher. She is smart, attractive, and doesn't put up with nonsense. Who wouldn't notice her? However, what happens when she attracts the attention of someone unwilling to let her go? Who wants her and nothing else after falling in love at first sight? A 25-year-old billionaire CEO and single father, Lucian Carrington. He takes what he wants and he is also a very dangerous man. All it needed was one look at a stunning woman to realize she was HIS, even though he doesn't believe in relationships because they always end. Preview: Miss Carter, you will be mine. I say firmly. "Release my arm, Mr. Carrington, before I force you to." She says, seeming to smile at me. I give her a sly smile. Squeezing my wrist with her other hand, she twists it uncomfortably. I gave a painful hiss. "Don't underestimate me, Mr. Carrington." "This is the only time I will allow you to walk away from me, Miss Carter." She glared at me as she turned. "Mr. Carrington, I am no possession of yours." I was left standing there when she opened the classroom door and left.
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
Daisy is the illegitimate daughter of Mr. Hubert. His company went bankrupt, so he asked for help from Drkov's house. They agreed to help Mr. Hubert but with one condition. One of his two daughters must marry their nephew - Atlas Drkov. Atlas Drkov is a billionaire but he is disabled and uses a wheelchair. Yaretzi - daughter of Mr. Hubert's official wife - does not accept marrying a disabled man. She and her parents made a plan. They kidnapped Daisy's mother, threatened her, and forced her to marry Atlas. To save her mother, she accepted. However, after getting married, she fell in love with this man, and so did he. Difficulties start from here.