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'm suddenly aware of everything.
First is the pain, striking right between my temples. It makes me wince, until I realise that my facial muscles are stiff. As I raise my hand to touch them, my wrist hits concrete, my skin raw as I yelp in pain.
Darkness surrounds me, as my eyes slowly peel open, seeing nothing but swirling colour on a black canvas in my vision.
The air is stale, as I breathe in deeply, my joints clicking in response. I must have fallen asleep in an odd position, as all my limbs feel numb.
And then it hits me. Where am I? Who am I? No matter how deep I scrape the back of mind, everything comes up blank.
I remember nothing.
"Help!" I yell, pressing the palms of my hands against the ceiling above me, the bite of cold from it striking through my tender skin.
My voice is hoarse, unused, scratching painfully at my throat. "Please someone help me!"
A yelp sounds from whatever concrete casing I'm trapped in, and then some frantic mumbling.
I'm not sure what is going on, where I am and how I've come to be without any memory, I just know I need to get out of here and breathe real air.
For a moment there is silence, and then the sound of more talking before everything around me seems to vibrate.
My hands fly to my ears, covering them from the sound of scraping that echoes through the small concrete box.
A small crack suddenly appears in my world of darkness, blinding light streaming in. With my hand draped over my eyes, I lay still until the sound of scraping stops. I can't see anything, and I'm not about to open my eyes to the light.
"Princess, you're alive," someone calls.
My eyes open slowly as I'm helped into sitting position.
My bones ache, as if I've been lying in the same position for hours. The stranger aiding me, grips my elbow tightly, trying to help me up so I'm standing. It takes a moment, my legs trembling on the verge of collapse beneath this dreary white gown I'm draped in.
"Where am I?" I rasp, looking around the unfamiliar space.
We are in a small, concrete room, similar to whatever I just crawled out of. Large bouquets of fresh flowers are littered about, staining the air with a cloying scent.
"You're home, you're alive," the person exclaims. Why do they sound so shocked? I watch them curiously as they push open the door and look outside. "Guards, get the Queen."
Queen?
We are in some kind of courtyard, the light so blaring it's stinging at my skin, at my eyes. I want to crawl back into whatever dingy space I came from and shut out all of these people swarming up towards me.
And the colours...The trees are sagging with pink flowers, fat and blooming, giving off more overwhelming scent. My white dress drags at my feet, the hem stained with the hues of fallen flowers.
The doors to the magnificent building in front of me are thrown open, and a particularly frantic woman emerges, looking on the verge of fainting.
"Avila, my baby!" she calls out, advancing toward me.
Confused, I take a wary step back, but the man beside me holds my forearm tightly. I'm not going to fall, you strange fools.
This woman is beautiful, whoever she is. She has a slender figure, her long obsidian hair cascading down her front, seemingly unbothered by her frantic rush forward toward me. She wears a long dress, like mine, but black. The bodice is lined with lace, flattering her.
She examines the man beside me with a keen eye. "What were you doing creeping through my daughters tomb?"
I look over my shoulder. Is she talking about me?
"I was sweeping Ma'am. I heard her plea for help," the man says, holding my arm out to the woman as if I'm not capable of controlling myself.
The woman grabs me, her hands cold on my clammy skin. She tugs me right into her, the vanilla scent of her perfume making my eyes water.
"Let's get you straight to your bed," she insists, motioning to toward the house. "Call for Roel."
There are few people scattered about, looking at me with wild eyes. One or two run back inside, where the woman holding me tugs me.
This building is stunning, like nothing I've ever seen before. I'm pulled through an extravagant stained glass entrance, the natural pinks of the outside disappearing for a more pale environment inside.
"Who are you?" I question, pulling warily at the woman's grip. She's dragging me about like she knows me.
But I don't know here...
Although I suppose, I don't know anything. My mind draws blank when I think back to anything beyond the dark cave I emerged from.
She looks at me with widened eyes. "I'm your mother."
Gaping at her, I try not to answer to the panic rearing up inside me.
Mother?
How can she possibly be my mother when I've never seen her in my life. Any thought of childhood, if having any interaction with her is lost on me.
"What's going on?" Another unfamiliar voice trills, emerging from an adjoining hallway. "Avila..."
It's an older man, not much taller than me, who is awfully slender and frail in appearance. His hand carved cane knocks against the marbled floor as he approaches quickly, struggling with a lame leg.
Who is Avila? Me?
"She woke up from her tomb," the woman beside me says.
The older man looks beyond bewildered. "How is this possible?"
I would like to know that too. Did I seriously just emerge from a tomb...That was a tomb, right?
Everyone is talking about me like I've risen from the dead, so maybe I have. But that doesn't answer the question of who these people are, where I am, and why I have no memory of anything since I climbed from that...tomb.
"That doesn't matter right now. What matters is she's alive," the women snaps. I look between her and the older man, unable to decipher the relationship between the two.
They climb next to me up the stairs, which sweep around to reveal an exposed upstairs area. I clutch the glossy banister, willing more energy into my legs than what is currently being supplied to them. The woman does a good job of keeping me up, even if her hands are trembling with shock.
"Avila, do you know what's going on?" the man asks, cloudy grey eyes both curious and cautious.
I squeeze my eyes shut, moments from losing my mind. "Stop calling me that!"
Everyone goes silent, staring at me.
Breaking down into tears doesn't seem all that productive, but it's definitely tempting. I don't know who Avila is...If she's me, then I have no recollection of my life to even feel comfortable being referred to as that.
"Okay, why don't you hop in bed," Roel says calmly, eyes flaring as he looks at the woman holding me. I can feel he nod her head, before she steers me down the hallway and into another unfamiliar room.
It's obvious this is meant to be my bedroom, yet I've seen none of this before.
The colours are soft and light, with white walls and white furnishings, my bedspread a soft lavender colour. The room is peaceful, although there is no evidence anyone has ever lived in here. There are no personal belongings, and everything is so perfectly untouched.
I'm helped to the bed, which I wilfully clamber into.
"What do you remember?" the woman asks, sitting next to me in bed.
I watch warily as she adjust the covers around my waist, smoothing them down. She doesn't know what to do with me.
"Nothing," I admit, looking up at Roel, who comes to the other side of the bed, arms crossed over his chest. "I have no idea what's going on."
"What do you know?" Roel asks.
Know? I know nothing. I've only known what has occurred since I opened my eyes in that small, cramped room. It's as if I've only just come into existence.
I shake my head.
"Someone must have used magic on her," the woman gasps, gripping my hand, her knuckles as pale as her face. One particularly strong gust of wind looks as though it could blow her off her feet.
"Your name is Avila, and you are nineteen years of age. You are a Princess, in this territory, and this is your mother, Crimson. She is the Queen," Roel explains slowly, so I can absorb the information without fainting from the sheer weight of it.
My throat is dry. Princess? How can I be a Princess when I have no memories? And Crimson is a Queen? She looks like one, even carries herself like one. But how can she be my mother?
"My name is Roel And I work here, as a doctor and as a mentor. You don't need to panic, we are going to take care of you, and help you come to terms with who you are, while we figure out exactly what you remember. Is that okay?"
He speaks so calmly, so kindly, that I can't help but relax.
"We are so happy to have you home, Avila. This is truly a blessing," Crimson murmurs, clutching my hand as a single tear rolls down her cheek.
Home. What a horrifying thought.
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.
"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.
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.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
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."
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."