[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] Gardenia was once the apple of her father's eye; a cherished gem within the soft confines of their mansion. However, her existence unexpectedly twisted into a tragic tale-a tragedy she could never wish upon even her greatest enemy. Forced to live in her own home as if she were a mere servant, her stepmother's scorn and stepsister's jeers became her daily lullabies. Her once-loving father turned a blind eye to her plight, his silence echoing louder than any words of comfort. The cruel twist of fate was unbearable and the constant torment led to the ultimate consequence. Life seemed to have exhausted its quota of misery for Gardenia. However, the cosmos had one more cruel trick up its celestial sleeve, as the silver lining she had been pining for after the storm proved to be an even more devastating blow. ----- "I'm sorry, Gard, but it never happened." He stood up, exposing the entire length of his naked body, except for his groin, which was concealed by the drawstring pants around his inviting waist. We did something. But now... now he simply stated that it never happened? Was this the same man who blessed my ears with lovely words and promised me a lifetime of care in his arms? How come he changed so quickly and denied everything right in front of me?
(GARDENIA)
"Gard...Gard!"
He tugged so hard at me and shoved the bedsheet off my body. Then I felt him pull at my hands and wake me in the roughest manner known to me.
I sat up and yearned heavily. However, I was quick to shut my mouth when I met his gaze which was riddled with disgust and hurriedly looked around the room.
'Good lord, this is not my room!' I muttered inwardly while jumping out of the bed on which I had nestled all night.
He stared at me with furrowed eyebrows while I scurried around the room, picking up my clothes which he shoved to the corners of the room while we were...wait, we made out last night!
I spurned him and looked him dead in the eye. I never had the intention to let him take off my clothes since we met just a week ago, but he somehow managed to lure me into his room in the Matinas cabin last night and went down on me.
"I'm sorry, Gard, but last night... it never happened." He stood up, exposing the entire length of his naked body, except for his groin, which was concealed by the drawstring pants around his inviting waist.
We did something. But now... now he simply stated that it never happened?
Was this the same man who blessed my ears with lovely words and promised me a lifetime of care in his arms?
How come he changed so quickly and denied everything right in front of me?
I was unable to utter a single word as my gaze lingered some seconds longer on his expressionless face.
I was in a hurry to get my clothes-to get dressed as best I could and make my way home before my family noticed that I was missing and came looking for me in Marlowe's country mansion, which was where we had all gathered the night before for Mariam's marking ceremony. Thus, I couldn't afford to waste any more of my time with him.
I did my body the favor of masking it up with my pants and my gown, and then I picked up my hair ribbon from where it was lying on the floor while he picked up his shirt and his trousers and put them on.
"Would you be so kind as to assist me in girding my hair with this?" I stretched the girdle towards him, recalling how I removed the hairband when I bent to suckle his shaft. That was at the height of the business we did in his room last night, which he just denied a minute ago.
He gave a slight shake of his head, then carefully approached me and took the hairband from me. I turned around to let him assist me with putting my hair together. That was the only thing I could say I have never been very good at.
The maids at my father's house were the ones who always styled my hair but they weren't present now. I was certain they should still be with my father and stepmother at The Marlowe's mansion. So I had to ask him to help me, and he did an excellent job.
That is precisely one of the reasons I was drawn to him. He was the kind of man that women gravitate toward. However, the fact that he said nothing happened between us the night before was a level of insanity that I simply could not comprehend.
I was aware that Gerald did not hold a significant rank in either our pack or in our country neighborhood; however, he was the kind of person that every girl fantasized about. His striking appearance and impressive physique put him in that position.
The hair of a male Korean model and the blue eyes of a Native American were both characteristics that he possessed. He was tall and slender, just like the men we look up to in movies. He was an absolutely mesmerizing creature.
His aura was the thing that drew us in the most, and his scent was so delightful that it could be smelled even from a considerable distance to the air. However, on the other hand, he did not show any interest in us, which was a drawback.
He was constantly busy serving his master, Lord Matinas, who was a member of the council, a wealthy neighbor, and a friend of the Alpha in our pack who lived in the countryside.
In addition to working as a gamma at the Matinas horse ranch and stables, Gerald lived in the Matinas cabin, which was located in close proximity to the ranch.
On the other hand, we continued to feel affection for him and longed for even the tiniest amount of attention from him. Up until the day that he came into contact with me at the riverside, where my stepsister, our companions, and I had gathered to celebrate at the riverside beach, he had never met me before.
This get-together was not your typical beach party for girls; it was something very special. It was Mariam and Ryker's engagement party, and it was a tradition in our pack for young people to attend events of this nature. Not only did we attend these events to show our support and enjoyment for the couple, but we also went to these events because it was anticipated that we would find our perfect partners during these celebrations.
"Thank you!" I said and turned away from him.
The fact that I needed his assistance with my hair made me regret having spoken to him. It would have saved me a face to simply leave his room in the cabin of the Matinas and get on with my life.
"I can give you a ride home," he said coldly. His voice lacked the vivacity that had been present at the beginning of our encounter.
The sudden shift in his demeanor made me feel despondent. He finally exposed his true nature as the scoundrel that he actually was.
This was a facet of him that I never knew existed.
"No, thank you," I responded as I made my way towards the entrance of his room. However, it came as a complete surprise to me that it was locked.
It subsequently dawned on me that he had locked it the night before, prior to our passionate exploration of each other's mouths.
I recalled how one thing led to another... how he entered me with such force that I was unable to stop crying out of agony.
"Sorry," he muttered as he opened his drawer to retrieve the key and hastily approached the door.
It amazed me how he went from being a self-assured adult to a cowardly young boy.
I was under the impression that I had found a man, but instead, I made the mistake of allowing an insufficient boy to see me in a vulnerable state and made me lose my V-card.
"Goodbye!" I uttered those words as soon as the door opened, and then I walked away without giving a second thought to whether or not he would respond to my farewell.
Reese!' My wolf's voice echoed through the distance, reaching the depths of my consciousness. But I struggled to heed his pleas. 'Reese, please stop!' His words grew louder with desperation. My body trembled with inner conflict as I fought against the overwhelming desire that gripped me. My breaths came in ragged gasps as I tried to regain control. 'We're going to harm her... we're going to harm our mate. Please, stop!' His final words pierced through the chaos before his presence vanished from my mind. A new presence began to take shape—a malevolent force demanding my mate's blood in his place. Confusion enveloped me as I grappled with this sudden transformation as though plunged into a world of darkness with a dim flicker of light urging me to escape. The sheer idea that I was about to cause her pain made a wave of anguish wash over me, and I could feel my body shattering as a result. But why was this happening to begin with? Why couldn't I stop? What I felt right now was helplessness, the kind that causes you to find yourself divided between two desires: the yearning of your wolf and the craving of the demon that lives inside of you. ----- What will happen if two wants that lead to self-destruction come into direct conflict with one another? The hybrid with royal blood and an Alpha amongst werewolves—a blend of both sexes who possesses tremendous advantages and the power to accomplish extraordinary things. However, as is common knowledge, acquiring greater power comes with a cost. And in this case, it will come at the expense of his mate!!
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."
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."
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
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.”
"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?