Dropped at the door step of a nursing home when she was little, Jessica had a difficult upbring. Getting accustomed to the title 'freak', that she'd been given by most of her peers. She sets out to live a life of her own at 21, not knowing that trouble was only 'a handsome man away. His name was Isaac Gray, and he was an assasin. Being part Vampire and part Werewolf gave him the previleges of getting away with almost anything. And yet, his world had seemed to stop when he set his eyes on his mate and soon discovered; a darker secret about her that Jessica did not even know to begin with. She was the lost werewolf queen.
Jessica's POV
My ears tingled lightly as the gentle breeze ruffled my ears. The apparent darkness did very little to impede my vision as I was somehow able to course through it. I held my breath as I moved. The littlest of sounds could always awaken a light sleeper. I had several of them in the house.
I got to the stairs and began to climb as stealthily as I could. I felt like an eluding prisoner, except that this prison was the place I called home.
What used to be a short walk became quite long. I counted the steps as I moved. One. Two. Three. Four... I had to get to my room as fast as I could so that no one would spot that I had gone downstairs to spend some time on my own. Yet, it wasn't like anyone cared. They just sought a reason to yell at me.
As I kept climbing up the stairs, I couldn't help but surrender to my thoughts. I paused for a moment to reflect on how things had been going. The more I thought, the more I yielded to grief. I looked through the corners of my mind; yes, I ran my fingers through my thoughts. Yet, there wasn't anything worthy of a smile. Hurt was all I could lay my hands on.
My mind went back to the day before. I had gone to school, just like every other day, to learn like my peers. We had four different classes and my head felt heavy. I stepped out of class, bag in hand, as soon as the bell rang and was met with a chorus of laughter.
I paused. There was no reason for anyone to laugh. I looked at myself to see a sparkling white shirt and a sky blue skirt and I could see that everyone wore the same thing. Yes, my bag was a tad old but it didn't look bad either. My shoes? They were well polished and although the day was far gone, they still looked great.
Why were they laughing? What was so funny about me? Should I have stayed back in class? I turned to see just a few students left. They, who were laughing, were also outside. I couldn't tell what was going on.
I decided to ignore them and began to walk back home. I noticed a few footsteps behind me and I began to walk faster.
"Hey, slow down freak!"
"You are so weird. You don't belong here."
"Go on. Keep walking. That's the only thing you're good at anyway."
They kept raining abuse at me and I didn't know why. They had always stared at me on several occasions but this was different. I ran back home but it was never the same. I cried so hard that I lost my voice. I wondered why everyone just hated me for no just cause or a cause that I knew nothing about. It was best to stay alone; away from everyone else.
I snapped back into reality as I felt something moist on my hands. The pain was so deep that I cried in my thoughts. I wiped some off my cheeks with my right palm. Then, I kept climbing the unending stairs.
Getting to the last stair, I sighed in relief. The journey was finally over and my bed anticipated my arrival. Me too. It was the only thing in the house that always welcomed me with open arms. Well, maybe not arms but yeah, it was always open to having me around. Just as I got close to my door, my eyes were blinded by a shiny light.
"And where are you coming from?" I heard a voice ask as I raised my right hand to shield my eyes from the very bright light that threatened to steal my sight. "I'm sure you did hear me or are you deaf too?"
I heard the voice. Yet, I couldn't answer. How was I supposed to answer the question of an unknown person? I walked in the direction of the light to get a closer look.
"Oh, Amanda," I said, as I finally got to see her face. "I just went downstairs to have a little time to myself before going to bed."
"Why would you do that?" She asked. "We've been looking all over for you. You didn't even think it wise to tell someone. Are you that stupid?"
I raised my brows in astonishment. I didn't know that lies were so easy to tell. I'd always heard that the eyes of liars were slightly larger when they told a lie but I didn't see that in her face. Yet, I was sure she wasn't being frank.
No one looked for me. No one ever looks for me. No one cared about me. It was a constant beyond any argument. She was clearly in search of something to say; something to hold on to, in her quest to chide me.
"I don't need to tell someone before I can have some time to myself, Amanda. I'm old enough to do that." I retorted.
"Old enough, you say?" She came close to me, doing her utmost to flash the torch directly into my eyes but I quickly raised my left hand to block it. "You think you're all grown up now? You think you can do whatever you want?"
"I think you can do that, Amanda," I replied. "You're just as old as I am. A few months younger, to be precise. What makes you think you can be out here at night, all alone, and I can't?"
She said nothing. Instead, she pointed her torch to the wall and turned on a switch when she found it. Perhaps, she needed me to see the narrowing of her eyes and the look on her face as she took some deep breaths.
"Is it me that you addressed in that manner?" She asked.
She didn't appreciate my defiance. Yet, she deserved it and even more. She started the whole thing. She tried to make me look worthless.
"You're a worthless girl," she echoed, coincidentally picking the words out of my mouth. "Have you ever wondered why anyone never wants to hang around you?"
"I..."
"Shut your mouth! You are a freak; a no-good. Nothing ever feels right with you. No one would ever want anything to do with someone who spells bad luck all the time!"
I quickly turned around and headed straight to my room. I'd heard enough of everything and everyone. I couldn't stay there anymore. Everyone loathed me; the old and the young. What's the use of being in a place where no one likes you at all; even just a little? I'd been there all my life, yet, it still looked like I was the stranger that no one wanted.
I got into my room and began to pack my clothes as quickly as I could. I couldn't bear to spend one more second in that house. I was never going to fit in. I had to find my path, or create one myself.
As I went towards my wardrobe to pick up the last piece of clothing, I stumbled upon a few portraits of myself. Beautiful pictures. I was so young and naive. Now, I wasn't so young but I was still naive.
It wasn't all bad then. I was still hated but it didn't feel as bad as it did now. I'd stay by the window and watch the other kids play, knowing that they'd never let me play with them. When they saw me peeping through the window, they'd all laugh and make fun of me. Yet, I did have some company sometimes.
My foster mother. She didn't seem to like me that much but she did remind me of something more than once; the fact that she wasn't my mom. She never stopped talking about it. I never got tired of hearing it. She always told me I was found at her doorstep and my mother had dumped me there.
"Who was my mother?" I'd always ask but she always bared her hands.
I wondered why my mom chose not to keep me. Could it be that she also thought I was a freak? Was I cursed? Why does no one want me?
I always read in stories that whenever someone wanted to leave a place, they always said their goodbyes. People cried, hugs and all, the fireworks that burned through the heart of loved ones. That wasn't to be the case here. I was already more than 18, so they must have been looking forward to this day. I was certain that no one in there cared. I didn't care either. Okay, maybe I did. It didn't matter.
I picked up my bag and I went straight out of my room. The black travelling bag was quite heavy as I had packed a good number of clothes. I grunted as I struggled with it, dragging it along the floor until I got down the stairs.
Surprisingly, it suddenly felt lighter as I dragged it to the door. Perhaps, I felt I was a bit stronger than a few minutes ago. It didn't matter. I had to focus on what was ahead. An empty street and a blank page to write my new story on. I wondered what I had to do next or where I had to go. I was literally at a crossroads. Yet, this was something I had to do
An annual tradition selects a warrior from a random pack to enhance security for the elite werewolves. This coveted opportunity, however, is laden with challenges and remains an elusive dream for many pack members. The elite werewolves, led by the feared and respected alpha of alphas, serve as guardians against the encroaching threat of vampires, having stood together during a fierce war. Scarlett Jones, an unexpected choice, finds herself as the sole member selected to join the elite werewolves. Guarding and protecting these noble werewolves feels akin to living her worst nightmare. Upon arriving at the castle, Scarlett discovers an astonishing truth—she is the destined mate of the ruthless alpha of alphas, the dark lord himself. His demanding, possessive, and arrogant nature disregards her pleas and desires. He yearns to claim her as his own, and the long-awaited discovery of his mate after centuries of searching pushes him to the edge of control. His desire to possess her, mate with her, and make her his queen intensifies, but Scarlett remains steadfast in her quest for independence, despite being the alpha's mate. Will Scarlett resist the allure of the dark lord? Or will she succumb to his irresistible touch? As their fates intertwine, the battle between desire and independence unfolds, testing Scarlett's resolve and challenging the very nature of their bond.
She was one of the best at what she did. An escort for prominent and wealthy men. A fake girlfriend; if one may say. ................. After the dissapearance of her sister, Jennifer decided to take the place of her sibling in the escort agency, thus funding her education and equally luxurious lifestyle. One client is all it takes to turn the narrative around. Adrian Brooke was a billionaire. An entirely wealthy succesfull man in the business world. Tired of listening to the complains of his dad about his non-existent love life, he decided to hire an escort as his fake girlfriend for his fathers 64th birthday. And oh...What are the odds that the escort he got was Jenniffer?
"Im going to kiss the next person that strolls through those doors." ....................... It was only meant to proove a point. A tactic to show her friends that she was not so uptight. But Jacquiline should have known; she should have expected dire consequences that came with kissing the incredible hot handsome stranger that walked into the caffe that morning. The kiss created such an uproar on the internet that she was now being paraded as the billionaire's mystery girlfriend, the first woman Enzo Harnandez had publicly shown off. Forced into a contract marriage in a bid to silence the media, Jacquline plans flee as soon as she acquires enough money for a fresh start and her fathers medical bills. What Jacqueline doesn't expect however, are the feelings that begin to stir up in the process of this fake marriage. What happens when she learns that the devilishly handsome Enzo Hernandez is smarter and even more shrewd than she made him out to be. .............. "Oh princess, I'm a tad disappointed that you thought you could fool me," I heard him say coldly as he cornered me. "I've known all about your plans from the beginning. Now… strip and touch the bed frame. I'm going to f**k some sense into you."
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As a tactic to lure him to settle down, Nathan Andrew's father threatens to take the company from his son unless he settles down and presents a wife. Against his relentless efforts, he forgives an incredibly huge debt in exchange of a poor man's daughter. A man who had given up Elizabeth Richards in a heartbeat. feeling betrayed and broken, Elizabeth accepts the offer of marriage to the ridiculously handsome billionaire at their doorstep. Her lawschool was going to be paid for, and as for Nathan, his dad would get off his back and he would have someone to show off to when it came to the media. But t was obvious; they did not love each other and they were hellbent on staying that way.
Synopsis “What do you think would happen if a wolf was mated to a hybrid?’’ “They would be banished. A wolf being mated to a hybrid is unheard of. Those creatures are rampant, they are destructive and ruthless. Being a witch, a wolf, and a vampire at the same time does no justice to us. Whatever happens Isabella, we have to stay away from the border, from the territories where the hybrids lurk, this is the only way to protect our people.” ………………………….. From an extremely young age, Isabella's father, the alpha of Moonlight Pack has shed a light on the dangers of hybrids. It was forbidden for any wolf in any Pack to interact with the hybrids. They were called the curse, believed to bring destruction upon the werewolf community, especially because witches and vampires had gone extinct. What happens when her father suddenly passes away and she is to assume full leadership of her Pack. In a quest to attain peace, Isabella accepts to set up a meeting with the king of the hybrids to negotiate boundaries and make a peace treaty. She wants an antidote to the poison that is spreading over the pack. Destiny however has different plans when she discovers that she was mated to the hybrid King, Adonis Cacius Kade! In the face of an intense and all-consuming heat, will they be able to resist their desires and avoid their own ruin? In the face of mounting tension and hostility between the two species, will they be able to find a way to coexist or will their hatred lead to their own demise?
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
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.
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."