A Lycan king has fallen head over heels in love with a human womanf. His kingdom would never accept such a taboo, but he is determined to keep her by his side no matter the cost. The only thing that stands in the way of his love for her is his entire kingdom and THE TRUTH.
IRIS ~•~ Fuck him. I gulped another shot of the vodka in my right hand, drowning myself deeper in the loud music that blasted from speakers, mounted in every corner of the club. "Take it easy, Iris!" Maria squealed, grabbing the glass from my hand. She placed it on the table in front of us, while I continued to sway my head to the beat of the music. "I think you've had too much already!" She continued. It was hard to hear ourselves over the music, so she had to scream. I turned to her, my dull eyes raked over her strapless red gown. "What?" A loud hiccup forced its way out of my throat.
"I can't hear you over all this pain I'm feeling in my chest." I continued. I did not expect myself to burst into laughter at first, but I did. It was amusing, the events of today that had led me to this very moment, was amusing. I reached for my bag and started to search for my phone. When I found it, I swiped up and began my search for my fiance's...ex fiance's Instagram handle. "What are you doing?" My second best friend, Janet, called out over my shoulder. "What does it look like?" My fingers trembled as I typed his handle in my search bar. "I'm texting Philip, he needs to know that..." "Oh! Hell no!" She gripped my right shoulder and snatched the phone from my hand. I turned sharply to her, a death glare flashed in my gaze, but Janet remained unfazed. "We're not doing that here. We are not drunk texting shitty exes that broke up with us two weeks before our wedding. That...that is not bad bitch style!" My shoulders slouched as I continued to stare at her. I wasn't a bad bitch. I had never been. All my life, I had sought to do things by the book. I never partied late, not even in college. Never skipped classes, and prioritized my career and future. In FiveTech, the company I worked for, I was the most dedicated and committed to the course. Not anymore! I was showing up drunk as fuck tomorrow morning, and nothing was going to stop me! Even in my relationship, Philip and I decided not to have sex until we were married, because it was the right thing to do. I chuckled at the thought, it was a bitter one. All that goodness, and he had the nerve to cheat on me with some Instagram thot, and break up with me when he was caught! Someone, please make it make sense! "You know what?" Maria asked aloud. She tapped my shoulder, and I turned away from Janet to her. "How about we have fun, have more drinks, and forget all about shitty exes for tonight, huh?" Before I could speak, Janet tapped me again, and I looked at her. "Or, we could play a game. A naughty one. Do something like a bad bitch. Philip would grovel when he finds out what he lost." Once again, Maria's voice echoed over mine. "That's splendid! What should we play?" She clapped her hands and bounced her feet on the ground. I was stuck in their middle, too far gone to understand what was truly going on. "Dare-or-dare! You pick an option, and we dare you to do anything. If you can't, the drinks we've had, and the rest of the drinks we'll have for the rest of the month will be on you!" Oh, hell no. I loved Maria and Janet, but they lived and breathed alcohol. I would go bankrupt if I dared to attempt such a feat. "What do you say? It's your chance to throw caution into the wind. Fuck Philip! Fuck parents, and fuck the fucking rules!" Janet screamed, throwing her hands in the air. I loved her so much, I could kiss every loc of the dreads on her head. "Yes." I nodded eagerly. I was finally going to live a little. "Yes! Yes!" I started to scream. Janet and Maria joined in. We had one more shot of Vodka each, before Janet pointed towards the VVIP section of the bar. "Him." She said aloud. Maria and I followed her gaze, and caught a man seated with his legs crossed. I could barely make out any of his features in the dark room, only illuminated by disco lights, but I knew he had his hair tied into a sleek bun. Black colored suit, and equally black undershirt. He seemed more interested in the watch on his wrist, than anything else in the room. Not even the hooker that desperately pressed her boobs to his chest. "What about him?" Maria asked. Janet grinned as she turned to me. I caught her with the corner of my left eye. No. "I dare you, Iris, to kiss the handsome stranger in the VVIP section." To kiss what? I parted my lips to speak, but no words could come out. "You don't have a choice, Iris." Maria sing-sang. My heartbeat quickened in my chest. I had never done it before. I had never kissed a man that wasn't Philip. What was I supposed to do? "Remember, Iris? Drinks on your credit card for the rest of the month." Janet chipped in. She dangled a bottle of Hennessy in front of me, and I suddenly realized I had walked straight into the devil's trap. I had to kiss a stranger, or go broke. I was definitely kissing a stranger. "Fuck! I hate both of you!" I mumbled, rising from the sofa. They chuckled and blew me invisible kisses. "We love you too, girl!" I heard Janet laugh. "Go get him, our fierce kitty cat!" They both made mocking cat sounds and I rolled my eyes. My knees buckled in my stiletto heels. My eyes and brain felt foggy from all the drinks, and the smell of weed I had been involuntarily inhaling, but I managed to find my way across the room, over to the VVIP section, where the specimen of my dare was seated. The desperate hooker was gone. Pity. I was so close to him, before a seven feet, broad chested, and muscular man mounted himself in front of me. From his pathetic uniform, I could tell he was a bouncer. "State your business, miss." He growled. "Oh, fuck you." I spat out. "You're not the one I'm here to see. I am here..." another hiccup forced its way out of my throat. I saw the guard frown. "I am here to see your boss." I pointed to the man behind him, and the guard turned to look at him. That's right. I had found my chance. Without another word, I seized the opportunity and dashed past the bodyguard. Victorious! I was already victorious. Well, that was until I felt my legs being lifted from the ground by the arms that seized my waist. "Put me down!" I screamed, punching his arms, and throwing kicks at his legs. The bouncer didn't budge. "Fucking put me down!" "You heard her, AJ. Put the lady down." My eyes hoisted up to glance at the speaker. Fuck! I was staring back at sapphire blue eyes that glittered in the dark. My feet were gently placed on the ground. The bouncer turned his back to us, and resumed his former stance. I was left alone, staring at the stranger. I hated Maria and Janet so much at that moment. "Speak." It was an order, an order directed at me. I scoffed. I didn't think he got it. Tonight, I wasn't letting anyone tell me what to do, especially not a jerk of a man like my stupid ex! I mustered every bit of courage I could find within me, knowing that Janet and Maria would be watching me closely. I settled into the sofa, barely inches away from him. I noticed his hair was silver colored, and very long. I could tell from the full bun at the back of his head. Blue orbs danced along with mine. He was watching my every move. What was I supposed to say? That I was here to kiss him and walk away? No. That wouldn't work. I forced a smile so broad my cheeks hurt. "I saw you from the corner and thought your hair was cute." I reached to touch it, but he moved his head away from me. The frown on his face sent my hand down to my side. Sad. I guess he didn't want small talk after all. My gaze dropped to his lips. Their deep red color seemed to pull me in. The thought of kissing a man I did not know was strange, but something about his lips - perhaps their luster - made me want to kiss him. I flickered my gaze to his blue eyes, now peering down at me. "Alright, here goes nothing." I hissed. With one swift move, I squeezed his right thigh and hoisted my face up to his. I did not give him any time to think or react. My lips caught him in a frenzy, and I sealed our lips together in a deep kiss.
All her life, Elora was instructed to stay away from his kind. If she dared to go close to the wolves, she would be killed. However, her adventurous spirit refuses, and she attends the prince's ball against her father's wishes. That night, the prince leaned into her ear and whispered, "I know what you are." At that moment, Elora knew her life was about to change, and not for the better. ~•~ He is cold and cruel, a heart empty and impossible to love. Life had always been unfair to him, he inherited a curse he did not bring upon himself. He's determined to being pain and chaos to all who come his way. When he finds the red-haired witch in his party, Alpha Ace believes he has found a cure to his age long disease, what happens when he discovers she is nothing but a liar? He is her doom, her ruin, yet he is everything she wants.
R18+ "Oh. She's our mate." The older one said, as he ran his thumb over the skin of her wet and lush lips. She stared down at his hard length peeking through his pants. It was hard to do anything else. "What do you think of that, brother? What do we do with her?" The other one spoke. She raised her head to look into piercing green eyes. She had never been between two men before, and her wolf was raging within her. She was thirsty for some adventure with both her mates. She felt a hinge of desire when both their eyes rested on her. "Tell me, naughty mate. What shall we do with you?" ~•~ Two alpha princes, one mate, and a dreadful revenge plan. Diana returns to the pack she was banished from, 16 years later. Not as the princess she was supposed to be, but a lowlife stripper and daycare teacher from Redmoon pack, a minority pack. She is despised and mistreated by everyone she knows, including her boyfriend. But all of it changes when she meets the Herd brothers, powerful sons of the alpha of Silvermoon pack. And they are both her mates. What started as a wild and adventurous threesome after a bachelor's party, turns out to be a nightmare for Diana after she finds out that they are the sons of the man she hated most in the world - the man responsible for the death of her parents. The she-wolf, once thirsty for the touch of her mates, becomes thirsty for blood and revenge. Diana would do anything to run the Herd family down, but how far is too far?
"You have to stop doing that, Camilla." "Doing what?" Jesus Christ! Did she not see what she was doing? "Being so goddamn sexy, I can't stand it." She tiptoed, bringing her lips closer to my face. "Why? Why can't you stand it?" Questions, too many questions. I pulled her closer to me, so she could feel the bulging of my crotch between her legs. Her lips parted slightly, I watched her sigh in satisfaction. Her wet tongue licked her lips gently. My length hardened against her, a small moan escaped her lips. "Fuck!" I cried out and turned my back on her. I wiped my sweat off my forehead with my right palm. "Mister Ivan…" "If you call my name one more time, you won't be able to blame me for how good I'll fuck you, Camilla." I blurted out. I did not care how it sounded, I did not care that she might take me to be a pervert. I only wanted her to know what she was doing, and the effect she had on me. What I did not expect were the next words that strolled out of her lips. "Then turn around and fuck me." ~•~ From doctor and patient, to friends and then illicit lovers. Can Camilla and Ivan finally stand together to fight the forces against their relationship? Or would both retire to fate and let fear and mistrust take the lead?
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."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
After my family's sinister plots collapsed, they lashed out at me, taking their rage to a violent level. Cornered and desperate, I married Jaxton—the town's most sought-after bachelor—due to an unplanned pregnancy. Love had no part in this marriage; I assumed he married me purely out of responsibility, his heart belonging elsewhere. The moment I chose to let him go and turned to leave, he grabbed me and pinned me down hard. "Jaxton, you promised you'd never touch me!" I snapped, glaring fiercely. His eyes flashed arrogantly as he leaned closer. "You're the one who started this!"
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.
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!