When my father said the most powerful weapon in life is love I didn't understand, until I lost my father and my brother was dying gradually from sickness. My mum had no money, I had to do everything possible to save them even if it's giving up my life as a slave..... Elizabeth's life is thrown upside down when she offers her life as a slave in return for a better life for her mother and brother. Everything she has known and stood for drastically changed. She gets entangled with the vampire king and everything takes a dark turn, more dark than she could imagine and if she's not strong enough, her life is most likely to end for the worse. She is a queen, but she has to be much more than that to save her kingdom and loved ones.
Chapter one
Elizabeth's POV
I was being dragged into the castle , my hands and legs chained. The vampire guards led me in, two guards were coming behind me and two were in front. They didn't want me to escape, but I wouldn't do that , because I have already made up my mind to stay here. This was my decision, and this was my choice. Two months ago I lost my father. His last words still rang repeatedly in my head, "protect your mother and brother." He had said, I was in charge. My father was a very particular human. He was kind and supportive. He would always put us first. For him, it was always, 'family first' and so the weight and impact of who he was, fell on my shoulder after he passed away. After his death my little 15 year old brother grew sick. We couldn't mourn our father properly because we didn't want to lose him too. We didn't want to focus so much on a life lost and forget the one still living. We were barely holding. Money was getting more scare in the house, food supplies were reducing, a square meal was shortening and not to add, we had a patient in our mist whose health was constantly deteriorating. To focus on a lost life would be luxury. My mum tried all she could but in a vampire city there's only so much she could do. She couldn't raise the money and my brother was gradually dying. The panic was evident in her eyes, as she watched him slowly withering away. Failure and frustration was the veil she wore on her face. As I stared at my brother, watching his life as it progressively slipped away from him. He was getting thin by the day. My mother didn't bother about food. She lost every possible appetite. She also got sick. How wouldn't she ?, she had lost a husband and now the horror of watching her own child die in her presence without being able to offer any kind of aid was pure torture. He was in pains. Great amount of pains. He'd often cry when he's awake. The pains were excruciating. We didn't have money to afford enough painkillers, or a physician for that matter. When ever he'll let out a scream, my mother would wince, not from her pains but from his. Sorry felt weightless on the lips. As I watched this in my numb state, That's when it occurred to me that I have to do something. My body and mind were not working or comprehending like I would normally do. The shock had paralyzed the emotional part in my brain, I couldn't grasp the fact that I was going to be loosing two people in a year, or maybe three. My father's words rang in my ear as the thought of my brother and mother dying came to my mind. I only had one thought and that is to become a vampire slave. Somepeople were trying to escape the life of a slave, but here I was planning on becoming one. Putting all my hope on that. I thought that maybe I'll come to terms with it, that my brain will unfreeze and I'll see the magnitude of my decision, but if there was anything it was numbness. There was no rush, no adrenaline, no fuel, not a single drop of tears, not even as I stared at them. That's how bad I didn't feel anything, no emotions of sort. "Elizabeth?," my mother called raising her eyes from my brother. She stared deeply at me. I felt her eyes linger on me for a while. "Elizabeth, are you alright?", the fear in her eyes slowly crept into her voice. I heard the screeching of the chair that she sat down on. She pushed the chair back and stood up. Her hands outstretched in front of me as she approached me. "Oh dear...." He voice trailed of as she hugged me. "It's going to be alright". Her hand held my face and turned it from side to side. "I haven't been paying attention to you. Don't worry, everything is going to be alright." She said trying to console me but it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself of that. We stayed in each other's embrace before we heard a shrieking cry. My brother had woken up with pains again. My mother hurriedly ran over to him. Her eyes turned and found the medicine bottle empty. We were out of drugs. She sat down in panic, her hands found my brother's hand, her right hand was robbing circles on my brother's forehead as she whispered "sorry" continuously. The tears in her eyes flowed down endlessly. I prepared the necessary documents without my mother's notice. My date of birth, my family name and address, our previous work. Just basic information about my family. I faked my mother's signature. Becoming a vampire's slave has so many advantages to the family who is offering up their child or family member. The family automatically becomes a high status family. The necessity of life is offered in the best way possible. Clothings, food, shelter, hospital bills, and so on, is offered to the family. I heard all this when I was staying with my parents. So with that in mind I decided to become a slave to save my brother and mother behind their backs. She wouldn't love my choice, but there isn't much choice on my table. They carried me inside the castle. I am sure by now they have gotten their treatment and must have received the letter I sent to them. I imagine her crying and shouting at me but I hope she accepts the treatment they'll give to her. "I'm Alexa, follow me." A female vampire said. She took me to a room. I suppose this will be my room. There were five beds here, occupied by different occupants. She showed me where to drop my things and took me to the lady in charge of the kitchen. Why do they even need a kitchen?, if they feed on blood. I was grateful that I was a servant rather than a blood slave. Blood slave would lift my family status to a classified one but I didn't come here to die. I was a servant that I was grateful for. When I stepped into the kitchen, I almost felt my soul leave my body. My mouth hung open and I stopped breathing for a moment. It was large, big, too much. It was bigger than the house I stayed in. I couldn't help but be envious. This was only the kitchen and it was bigger than the house some of us lived in. The place was rowdy, people on pinafore moving to and fro. Some with a tray, some with a basket of plates, some with rags. They were all busy doing something. I was lost in a trance watching the movement of all these servants. None had a happy face, some had bruises that were just newly acquired while some bruises were getting faint but the impact of the bruises could still be visible to the ordinary eye. Someone hits me and throws me off balance. I stumbled and caught myself on the floor. "Move it!!!" A voice laced with anger said to me. I turned to see her glaring daggers at me. She continued on with her business without muttering a single "sorry." "Leave the ground!!." "Move!!." All the voices said to me in a harsh tone. This place was hell already. "What are you doing on the ground!!!" I heard. Not different from all the voices that have been cursing at me today. I take my eyes up to meet equally mad eyes. She stared fiercely at me. My wits returned to me and I quickly stood up from the cold floor I lay on. "Follow me!!" She commanded and walked away, not waiting for a reply. I followed behind her quietly. She walked fast and it was hard for me to keep up. My head faced the ground as I walked. She abruptly stopped, I stopped when I got to her. "Is that how you intend to walk here!!," she uttered with her voice raised. "This is not your home Princess," she said, nicknaming me. She moved a little and I saw a door standing behind her. She stared at me and I could see all the hatred in her eyes. They were not different from the eyes and look I have been receiving ever since I arrived. She knocked lightly on the door. A calm voice called "come in", from the other end. She pushed the door open and we walked past the sill. An aged woman sat on the chair behind her desk. A chef hat on her head. Around the office stood diffident doors. The office was pretty big. She indicated for me to come closer. I obliged, getting there, I saw my file in her hand. "Elizabeth," she called. "Yes ma'am" I answered, my head low. "You should___." Her words were cut shut when the door to her office flew open and a servant stood by the door panting. "Madam Grace.....," her voice trailed off as she tried to catch her breath. "Speak Susan!!," the madam Grace commanded. She was already on her feet. "The Royal.... The Royal family...has arrived!." She completed it. "What!!!, they're not supposed to be back today". She said, Panic evident in her eyes and voice. This can't be good.
Synopsis Elizabeth is the niece to alpha Jude of the moonlight pack but he doesn’t treat her as family. Her parents were dead leaving her in the hands of Alpha Jude who thought nothing of her. She was treated differently, not in a bad way at least. She gets to dress well, eat well and get ample sleep only because she was to be gifted to Alpha Damien, alpha of the Black Woods pack. Alpha Damien is brutal and a ruthless alpha, his pack has never been defeated or under a massive attack. His name is Damien but people like to call him the devil. Nobody crosses his territory and lives. Elizabeth is an angel, soft and resilient. She stumbled upon the world of terror, lies, deceit and power. She was sold in other terms to a wolf who’s not her mate. When she stayed with him she noticed that he may not be the devil they paint him up to be and maybe she could like him and live as his. But what happens when emotions are born, his mate arrives and her position in his life is questioned not to top it when her own mate equally shows up? What will she do, who will she choose and not to sum it up the very undefeatable pack is under a massive attack and may very well be the end of the great pack. Find out the twist and turns in this awesome book.
She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.
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."
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.
"We are divorced, Adams." She sighed and wanted to walk away, but he held her. "It doesn't matter." He answered, his voice laced with determination. "I don't love you anymore." "That doesn't matter either. What matters is that I want you, and there's nothing you or anyone can do about it." ***** Alicia's life has been a series of ups and downs. She suffered abuse from her husband and his family because she couldn't give him a child. She thought she had seen it all, but not until the day she returned home only to receive the divorce papers from her husband's parents. She pleaded with them, but was met with deaf ears, and so she signed the documents and left. Little did anyone know that she was pregnant. She returned six years later with her baby girl only to find her Ex-husband craving her once more. How will she take this, and what other surprises does fate have in stock for her?
"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?
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."