When the Beasts invaded two centuries ago, they swiftly overthrew the human government, decimating most of the population in a matter of weeks. The survivors were enslaved, condemned to a lifetime of servitude under the affluent beasts and royal families. Yara, having served the royals for as long as she can recall, considered herself fortunate to have been born and raised in King Sandor's kingdom. However, King Tywin, known for his merciless nature, possesses little patience for his fellow Beasts, let alone humans. Whispers suggest that his servants often meet their demise as punishment for even the slightest mishaps. Merely surviving a year in his service is considered a feat. When Yara is reassigned to King Tywin's castle, he immediately recognizes who she is to him. Will he embrace her as his mate or reject her very existence?
As I step into the grand hall, I can't help but notice my worn-out sneakers. Their once deep black hue has faded to a somber shade of gray, and the soles cling on by a mere thread. It's time to put in a request for new ones.
Admittedly, I probably should have done so months ago. It's a surprise that my superiors haven't noticed and made me change into my ill-fitting, uncomfortable pair.
"I wonder what this is all about." Arya murmurs as she comes to stand next to me, her voice so quiet that I barely hear it above the murmurs of the humans inside.
Sighing, I drag my gaze from my shoes and look around the room. All of the castle's servants are standing around, confused expressions on their faces as they talk amongst themselves. It seems as if nobody has any clue why we've been summoned
here.
The King's Second commanded that all the castle servants should be in the Great Hall before breakfast for an announcement, but that's all the information he gave. I shrug, responding to Arya.
"Me too. It's not often that they do this."
My mind flashes back to the last time the Royals had such a formal announcement, and I hold back a grimace. Some wealthy Beasts from a nearby land were coming to visit, and we were warned that their treatment of humans was harsh and to be on our best behavior.
Up until that day I never realized just how terrifying the Beasts can be. King Sandor has always been relatively kind to us, making sure we are fed and clothed, but the others that came to visit operated in a much different manner.
On the first day of their visit, one of the men was eyeing a kitchen girl and as she was serving him his meal, he reached across the table and murdered her.
The girl's throat was ripped out in one swift motion. She was frozen for a moment, almost as if her brain couldn't comprehend what had happened, before she crumpled onto the floor.
There wasn't even a lull in the conversation for the Beasts. They continued on with their meal as if nothing had even happened.
It was horrific, and was whispered about for months.
As Arya and I continue walking into the room, I glance around trying to spot Jaime. He stands a good foot above the other human men, and with his overgrown mop of pale blonde hair he's generally hard to miss.
I quickly spot him talking with a group of men near the front entrance, but before I can make my way over the room falls silent. Everybody turns to face the doorway behind me, and I follow their lead. Spinning around, I watch King Sandor and his Second step into the room.
Uncomfortable with their close proximity, I shuffle backward slightly. I know that the action won't go unnoticed, but it's important I keep a safe distance in case they are angry with us.
My movement causes the King to glance at me before peering around the room. He takes his time, carefully inspecting each and every one of us, occasionally nodding to himself.
I can feel my palms getting sweaty, and I resist the urge to wipe them on my dress. Instead opting to clench them into fists by my side. Why is he looking at us like this?
The King's gaze suddenly snaps back to the center of the room and he clears his throat, preparing to speak.
"Hello all," he starts, both his face and voice void of any emotion.
"I'm sure you are all wondering why you are here. It has been requested that a small number of you transfer to Rozvi, the kingdom immediately North of here.
We have yet to decide on who will be going, but decisions will be made by the end of the day. Continue working as normal, and we will inform you later today should you be chosen to leave."
I feel my breath leave my body at his words, my shoulders slumping forward in relief. I'm a strong worker here at the castle, and it is unlikely that I will be chosen to leave.
Just as quickly as he arrived, the King turns and leaves the room, his Second following behind. The moment they are out of sight conversations begin to break out amongst the humans.
I spin back around to face the room, noticing that Arya has already left my side and she's speaking with Jaime. I swiftly make my way over to them, wiping my sweaty palms on my dress in an attempt to wick away the moisture that had accumulated while in the presence of the King.
"Who do you think will be chosen?" Jaime asks Arya, nervousness apparent in his voice. "I hope it's not me. I've heard awful things about Rozvi."
Jaime catches my eye as I approach his left and shifts his body to the right, making room for me to join their conversation. His eyebrows furrow together as he thinks over her question, his bottom lip sliding between his teeth to bite at the dry skin.
"He said that only a small number are going, so odds are we should be fine." I chime in, trying to soothe his worries. Arya frowns, looking just as stressed as Jaime. She grabs a curl resting on her collarbone, pulling it straight and mindlessly fiddling with the ends.
"What have you heard about them?" She asks Jaime, ignoring my statement.
"That they are cruel. That humans are treated like trash. That their servants are maimed and punished for the smallest of mistakes." Jaime glances at me, "They would probably whip you for wearing such raggedy shoes around."
I frown, glancing down at my feet once more. Would I really be punished for such a small thing? I hear Jaime let out a dry laugh, and can't help but to let some worry seep into my bones. I've never left King Sandor's kingdom, and don't have a lot of insight into how the other ones treat their humans.
"Never! I won't let you go this time, no matter how many times more I will search for you through 1,000 worlds and 10,000 lifetimes until I find you. I'll wait for you in all of them"- Ethan proclaimed passionately. "I disconnected the call and turned my phone off. What the fuck!? How did he get my number? Why is he calling me now? What does he want from me? Is he stalking me??" I was feeling dizzy. Several thoughts crowded my mind. My heart was pounding so fast like it will burst!! "Milady!!" "Huh!", I flinched with the sudden call of Mrs. Susan. She came to my room with my breakfast. "Milady! Why are you looking so terrified?", she asked me while putting my breakfast on the table. My legs were still trembling little bit. I tried to dodge that question, "Ahh it's nothing, just morning sickness!! Don't worry!" ****** Tyla, the sole daughter of a powerful business tycoon, was reborn with an opportunity to start anew, free from the sorrowful demise that haunted her previous existence. The pain of her past heartbreak molded her into an eternal disbeliever in love. On the contrary, Ethan, is an Alpha of the Sterling Moon Pack and a titan in the business world. He's a man with lots of mysterious secrets. However, beneath his ruthless facade, there exists an Alpha who endured unspeakable hardships during his childhood. Destiny intervened and their paths cross once again. Tyla trembles with fear, for Ethan bears a striking resemblance to the one who shattered her heart in her previous life. Surprisingly, Ethan has no recollection of their shared history, yet his heart inexplicably yearns for her. Will this unexpected reunion ignite Tyla's desire for revenge against him? Or will she find the strength to release the burdens of her past and embrace the possibility of love once more?
Evelyn, a 22-year-old daughter of a community church pastor, cross paths with Aiden, a 35-year-old Alpha from a rogue wolf pack who decided to make their home in Evelyn's small town. When the duo first met, she was all pure innocence. But when Aiden realized that she was his fated mate, he became determined to break her free from any constraints. Their love story became a whirlwind of emotions, blending eroticism and reality into a saucy adventure. He pulls off an incredible feat in order to express his unwavering love for her. Was she destined to be his forever... ??.
**This book contains a trigger warning. Mention about rape and torture in this book. Please read with caution** "Our marriage is nothing but a deal," he said looking at the girl, her green eyes met his cold silver eye, and both of them glared at each other. "For any rules you break, I will claim any part of your body," his gaze grew dangerously darker at his word. Ashley Harlow was at the top of the world, living the perfect and luxurious lifestyle as the legitimate daughter of the well-known Daniel Harlow. But sadly, a one-night stand put an end to that and brought her life upside down and that of her family's name to the ground. To restore his family's reputation, she was forced into marrying Damien Albrecht, a young, ruthless, obnoxious, brutal billionaire and the head of a mafia gang in exchange for her father's company.
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
Sara Mae Xavier is living every Omega's dream--she is the Alpha King's mate! That's until he betrays and rejects her. He also accuses her falsely, and she is sentenced to two years at the notorious North Academy, a campus made specifically for delinquent werewolves. She has no idea how she'll survive, being a weak Omega, but she soon realises that's the least of her problems. Her roommates are three Alphas, each with a notorious reputation of his own. But that's not the worst part...why on earth does she have a mate bond to all of them?
After Martina Martinez and Benjamin Walker's breakup, paparazzi captured photos of the business tycoon entering the Walker family mansion with a mysterious woman late at night. This caused a stir, and this wealthy family was bombarded by various media outlets. During a phone interview, the gossip reporter asked, "Miss Martinez, how do you feel now that Mr. Walker has a new girlfriend?" Martina held her painful forehead and looked towards Benjamin, who was adjusting his suit by the floor-to-ceiling window. He gestured for her to come over and help him with his tie. Holding her phone, Martina responded, "It's... complicated!" The reporter's heart leaped with joy and asked, "Is it heartbroken?!" Martina was about to nod, but Benjamin raised his eyebrows and took her phone away. His deep and alluring voice was heard on the other end of the line, "New girlfriend? Whose?"
“Gabriel Bryce, how can you stand being so shameless?” Leonica asked, staring daggers at her atrocious husband and his mistress. “This is the house gifted to my by grandmother, yet you dare bring another woman into it? Aren’t you afraid that grandmother would be disappointed with you actions…?” Leonica’s words remained unfinished as an enraged Gabriel swung his hand through the air, smacking his palm clean on her left cheek. Leonica held her throbbing cheek, eyes wide and teary as she stared at her husband who glared down at her ferociously. “The nerves of you to mention my grandmother. You have no right to do so!” He spat, taking a step forward and jabbing his index finger painfully into her shoulder, making her take several steps back. “Bare this in mind, Leonica Romero, if not for the wishes of my late grandmother, I’d much rather be dead than associate myself with somebody like you.” *~*~* *~*~* Leonica Romero has always had a long time crush on Gabriel Bryce, CEO of Bryce Empire and Norway’s Business tyrant. Fortunately, at the request of his Ill grandmother, her family’s long time friend, Leonica gets the chance to marry her beloved. Feeling elated, she abandoned her position and dream job in the Romero household and becomes a humble housewife for Gabriel. However, Three years later, on the day of Gabriel’s grandmother’s funeral, Leonica is stunned speechless when he demands for a divorce, as his ex girlfriend Angelina Fernandez had suddenly returned, proclaiming her undying love for him. But that wasn’t the only shock Leonica received that day. Hours after Gabriel’s declaration for a divorce, Leonica wakes up in the hospital to a shocking news. She was two months pregnant. And Gabriel knew nothing about this!