Born of a prostitute, Delilah Norton is the shame of the Norton family. When her hometown has to send a bride to the Dragon Lord, her father is quick to sell her off in place of her stepsister. Thus, Delilah becomes the seventh bride of the Dragon Lord whose wives always end up dead. Xerxes the Dragon Lord is a man capable of cruelty beyond measure. A man who created a river of blood of both family and foe to ascend the throne and expand his kingdom, people speak his name with more fear than awe. After seven years on the throne without an heir, his vassals bring in yet another woman for him to wed and this time, it is a human. If there is one thing he hates, it's weakness and Delilah is just that – a powerless human. Unknown to Xerxes, he shares a history with Delilah that dates back to their childhood. When Delilah realizes the cruel dragon is the boy she loved as a child, she cannot help but love him but Xerxes despises her. Delilah tries to get close to him but he constantly pushes her away. Unfortunately, when he admits his interest, Delilah is already done with him so sets out to win her back but it may be too late. With their personal differences and external forces committed to tearing them apart; from a brother once presumed dead to a sinister woman who wants the seat beside Xerxes, can Delilah and Xerxes build a life together or will the tempest prove insurmountable?
That day, everyone moved as if terrified of their footsteps. The cicadas did not sing, the birds went mute and the blazing, molten-golden sun was not bright enough to dispel the lurking shadows. No one spoke above a whisper and occasionally, eyes darted up to the skies, watching, waiting.
"Have you heard?" A woman whispered to her friend as they walked. "The Draka – dead." She spoke the words as if uttering a taboo and then she leaned in closer, lowered her voice even more and added, "Killed by his son." Those words had a ripple effect. The woman walking beside her stopped too fast at her words and fell forward.
"The young one?" She asked, knowing the answer but fighting disbelief as she caught herself.
"The young one," her friend affirmed. Her eyes widened like full moons as she trembled, a terrible cold stiffening her joints.
"Wasn't he just hatched?" She whispered, her voice inaudible. Her eyes darted to the skies and her gaze scanned the crowd moving in hurried footsteps.
"Only thirteen."
"There will be blood," the woman said, looking up at the sun that beat down with a definite vengeance despite being unable to brighten the dark and dreary day.
"Our homes are in danger again," her friend said. "It is a curse to be bordered by a war-torn kingdom. We are never safe thanks to –" Her words died down in her throat and her heart stopped.
"Dragon!" came a shrill cry as a child pointed shaky fingers up to the skies.
All eyes moved in unison to stare at the beast. Wings large enough to block out the blazing sun caught everyone's attention. The women watched with their mouths hanging half-open even as hundreds of arrows launched into the air after the dragon. It was not an orchestra but they were enthralled. The dragon's terrifying screech broke the spell.
"Take cover!" A man's voice boomed and the chaos they awaited erupted around them.
The skies rained arrows, people trampled each other in haste while doors continued to slam shut as families took cover. Gedeon, a tiny kingdom bordering the First Kingdom, was once again thrown into panic by the politics of the dragons.
"My daughter! Girl, where are you?" While others rushed to take cover, a slender woman ran about, bumping into others as she went. "Girl!" She was hysterical.
While her mother searched for her, the child made a new friend.
"This is my hideout, what are you doing here?" She was about seven but malnourishment made her smaller than a five-year-old. "Ah – You – Are you bleeding? Did Conan and his gang bully you!?" She looked up at the boy towering above her, her fists clenched in anger as she thought of the kids who bullied others. "Come, I'll treat you!" She grabbed the boy and pulled him deeper into the abandoned cave and the boy, delirious from pain, did not resist her.
"It's okay," she shushed the boy as he collapsed with a groan. "Do you not know to give them anything they ask? It's not good to resist Conan!" She scolded. "You are lucky you found me. I learnt some things from the physician that once served the King." Pride tinged her tone. "I'm going to become his apprentice once my mother gathers the payment fee."
She chattered nonstop as she took out crushed herbs from a pouch tied around her waist. It didn't occur to her to be wary of the bruised child. He was her first patient and she was more excited than wary.
"Do you like cherries? I have some." She shoved half-rotten cherries into his groaning mouth as she continued to chatter. The old physician said it was good to talk to a patient, it would help them relax, he said.
"Have you ever seen a dragon?" She continued to talk. "My father has one. One day, I will like to ride a dragon. I wish I was a shifter. More cherries." She shoved more of the rotten fruit into his mouth as he thrashed in pain while she tried to stop the bleeding from his side where an arrow was once lodged.
Her little hands worked fast. Sweat beaded her forehead and with time, the boy passed out. It made working on him easier since he stopped thrashing about and making frightening sounds but when a long time passed without him showing any sign of life, panic set in.
"Is he – Is he dead?" She asked when she poked him with all her might without him so much as twitching. "No, he cannot be dead. I did everything right." She gnawed on her lips as she watched the boy. "His chest is moving, that means he is breathing!" She nodded, reassuring herself but a while later, the rise and fall of his chest slowed.
"H – Hey –" Her heart was in her throat when she poked him again. When he didn't respond, she gathered the last of her strength and smacked him hard. "Oh, no – no. I'm sorry." She knelt in apology. "I did not mean to hit you but please –" Tears filled her round eyes and her stomach rumbled. "Do not die in my hideout," she pleaded with the stiff body on the ground.
This was her home away from home, her little escape room. It was a sanctuary she did not want desecrated by a corpse.
Her heart stopped for a moment when realization struck. "I am a murderer. Wait, no," she shook her head hard enough for it to hurt. "I cannot go to prison," she whispered into the dark space. "Mister, you cannot die when I was only trying to help you!" She screamed at the boy laying limp on the ground. "No, no! Wake up!" She shook him, rolled him around and even kicked him but like a log of wood, he remained dead so she ran.
She ran as fast as her little legs could carry her, her head pounding, heart pounding and eyes filled with tears. All thoughts of preserving her sanctuary fled when she thought of going to prison. She ran until she ran into a man.
"I am innocent!" She screamed when the man grabbed her by the scruff of her neck.
"Where did this rat come from?" The man lifted her to eye level with a sneer. "Have you seen a dragon?"
'He caught me. He knows I killed the boy!' She thought.
"I –" She started, her heart pounding. "I am –"
The archer she ran into wondered what was wrong with the dirty human child. Even the adults had gone into hiding at their arrival so what was this pesky thing doing out and about?
"I did – it was a mistake," she whimpered, choking on her tears. "I was only – I am sorry!" She bellowed and the man dropped her at her sudden screech.
"Anna, is that you?" A woman's hoarse voice called from a short distance away.
"Mummy!" The child screamed, rushing to the woman. "I want my mother!"
"Where were you?" The mother pulled the child's ear, dragging her back to the brothel.
At dawn the next morning, Anna went back to her sanctuary to bury the boy whose image plagued her throughout the long night but when she got there, he was gone.
It was like a dream. Had she conjured the sight of him? Did he wake up and leave? Did his family discover his body and are now hunting her down? All sorts of absurd thoughts passed through her mind. Meanwhile, the boy was making his way into the cave after washing off the blood on him.
"You are alive!" She exclaimed when she saw him enter the cave. "Or are you a ghost?" He looked too healthy for a person who had been lifeless mere hours ago.
"Who are you?" The boy spoke with a sharp tone and eyes that watched her like a hawk.
"Who am I? Well, who are you? This place is mine!" She folded her arms and glared at the boy. He had caused her so much trouble and all for what? "Why did you not wake up after the treatments yesterday? I thought you died!"
"You helped me." There was neither appreciation nor interest in his voice. There was nothing – only a lifelessness that mirrored his mood. About to go off on a long tirade, Anna took a deep breath. "Why?" That quiet question made her pause.
Theon looked at the child scolding him. She could be no older than five years old but he remembered, through the delirious pain of the previous day, how she treated him and offered him comfort. She was just a human and a weak one at that. What would she ask for now? Human greed knew no bounds so he was prepared –
"You were in pain," she responded, cutting into his thoughts.
"What has that got to do with you?" He was confused. Did she mean she helped him because he was in pain and nothing else? "You helped me because I was in pain?"
"Should I have let you die?" She shouted at him. "Would you not help someone you see in pain?"
No, he would not. Why would he waste his time helping a person who could not defend themselves, especially a stranger at that?
"Even at risk to yourself?" He asked, studying her as one would a bright bug.
"Yes, did your mother not teach you that?" She gave him a curious gaze.
Now that she was sure he was not a ghost, she was overjoyed and proud of herself. She could not wait to tell the old physician how she cured a patient all on her own. It was strange but there was not even a scar left behind from his injury. Was she not a genius physician to accomplish such a feat?
"Are you a prince?" She asked when she paid attention to his looks.
Black hair and wide, golden yellow eyes that could not be human, a high nose, red lips, sharp chin and tanned skin without a single blemish, were all features that she concluded a normal boy could not have. The kids down the street definitely did not look this good. His beauty belonged in a fairytale.
"A prince," he muttered to himself.
He killed the king so by right, the throne was his but there were six older brothers who would have his head if he dared get close to the throne.
"A prince? Maybe I am," he responded.
"What is your name?" She asked the boy who looked on the verge of a breakdown. "I'm Anna," she said when she saw him hesitate. "Anna Mitchell."
Mitchell? Children like her were little better than slaves and could not enjoy the luxury of a surname. Her mother called her Anna but most others called her 'hey,' 'brothel girl,' and the brothel owner called her 'filth.' A girl like that could not have a family name but Mitchell was a name she liked so she adopted it.
"Anna Mitchell," the boy rolled the name on his tongue and he made it sound a lot classier that it did in her head. "Call me – Theon."
Thus, a beautiful friendship begun.
She built him from the ground so she can destroy him. Persephone died at the hands of her mate, a man she sacrificed everything for but in the end, he chose his true mate over her. She is granted a chance to redo everything, waking up two years before her death and this time, all she wants is revenge. She doesn't mind dying a second time as long as she takes her enemies down with her. To repay the people responsible for her and her father's deaths, Persephone is ready to live as a wicked woman. To guarantee her father's future, a victim of her stupid choices in her past timeline, Persephone joins hands with the arrogant Alpha Koa, the prince of wolves. Koa, the first prince hated by both his family and all wolves, lost everything to gain the throne in Persephone's last life. Now, she uses her knowledge of the future to help him ascend the throne with ease and in turn, he becomes her shield. As Persephone and Koa work together to achieve their goals, an unlikely love story blossoms between the two. However, Persephone's ex is desperate to shackle her to his side and Koa's family will not stand to see him succeed. With powerful forces standing against their love, will it have any chance to bloom?
Sequel to 'The Cursed Alpha's Mate.' Can a cursed Alpha find salvation in a broken Omega? When at eighteen, Chantelle’s childhood crush proposes to be her chosen mate, she never dreamt things would go wrong. After five years of being mated to the Alpha of her dreams, Chantelle has yet to conceive. Ridiculed as a barren woman, she goes through high and low to bear a child, meanwhile, her mate impregnates her stepsister and drives her from her pack. Broken and destitute, she meets her predestined mate; the cursed Alpha Valens. Of all things to inherit, Valens has inherited his father’s curse. Driven by the curse, he invades packs, desperate to meet his mate and curse breaker. Then he receives his salvation. One night is all it takes; one night between two strangers. When Chantelle wakes up the morning after that pivotal night, she picks her shoes and flees, terrified of the man whose bed she dared to share. When Valens wakes, he sees colours for the first time in over a decade but the woman responsible for his colourful world has fled his side. In a panic, he declares her wanted. After five years of trying for a child, Chantelle is pregnant. It’s the best gift to her, a gift that changes her life in a way she never imagined. However, there are people determined to ruin every bit of joy in her life. A union between two people who see the world differently is bound to be rocky but can the alpha and his omega find even ground?
The story of a bastard prince turned Alpha King and his fake mate. A story of love, lies and vengeance. To the world, it’s a fairytale, the tale of a royal and a maid. In reality, it’s a sham. Killian is known as the bastard prince, a murderer believed to have killed his brother for the throne. Cold and merciless, Killian firmly believes only fools love but on a whim, he announces a random maid as his mate to avoid a political marriage. Then his beliefs begin to change. Carrot is fleeing her abusive mate who, not only rejected her, but also tried to kill her and then sold her off to an old, perverted Alpha. She runs to the capital and renames herself Amethyst. Working as a palace maid, she is scrubbing the ground one day when the Alpha Prince takes one look at her and declares her his mate. A lie. In public, Killian dotes on Amethyst but in private, he ignores her existence. He crowns her as his queen and they continue their fake relationship until their lies unravel as the truth. They are true mates. Can Amethyst open her heart to a man who disregarded her from the start? They may be true mates but with a woman deadset on having Killian, a disgraced dowager queen determined to avenge her son and the awakening of Amethyst’s hybrid powers, how long can their relationship last?
A ruthless alpha. A gifted omega. A burning passion. For taking her mother’s life during childbirth, Sihana is condemned to be hated all her life. Desperate to be loved, she works hard to please her pack and prove her worth but her pack only uses her as a servant. After years of working as a pseudo-slave to people who hate her, Sia decides to leave her pack. The bitter experience of being mated to her bully who promptly rejects her puts her off mating but the goddess gives her a second chance mate in the person of Alpha Cahir Armani. The Alpha of the strongest pack in the world, Cahir Armani has a reputation for being bloodthirsty, cold and cruel. Cahir is ruthless, a man who kills without remorse, laughs without humour and takes without asking. What no one knows is that underneath his bloody armour is a scarred man. Cahir has no place for a mate in his life but the goddess throws Sihana his way. Although he sees no use for a mate, he can’t resist the pull of the mate bond any more than he can resist Sia’s seductive curves. Sihana needs love. Cahir does not know how to love. Kissed by the goddess and gifted healing abilities, she becomes a treasure her ex-mate and his pack refuse to let go of but who can stop a man like Cahir from claiming his mate? Can Cahir learn to love and can Sia heal his wounds? Will a relationship between two broken people work or are they better off without each other?
The story of a prince cursed with immortality and a girl counting down the days to death. An Alpha in search of his Luna. An omega once rejected. She couldn’t shift until she met him. He couldn’t see colours until he met her. They call Prince Valens the cursed prince, the Alpha who neither knocks nor asks before he enters and takes but the true thing he seeks, he cannot find. Wandering the earth for over a hundred years in search of someone to break his curse, he has become nothing but a cold man. He invades packs in search of his mate, staging takeovers, until he meets her; his curse-breaker. Aysel has the blood of a traitor in her veins. Eleven years ago, her parents led an attack to overthrow the Alpha. They lost and got slaughtered, leaving her behind to bear the burden of their tainted legacy. Abused, broken and rejected, she has no hope of a better life until she meets him; the cursed alpha. Her saviour. Valens introduces Aysel to a life of power and affluence. Those who mocked her now fall on their faces to serve her but with an ex desperate to get her back, a scorned alpha hell-bent on ruining them and her identity emerging, will the relationship between Aysel and Valens flourish?
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."
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.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
"'You shattered my heart into a million pieces, and now you're asking me to pick them up? You crushed my trust, and now you want me to hand it back to you? I'm still finding pieces of myself in the ruins you left behind. How can I give you another chance when I'm still rebuilding myself from the last one? I'd rather drown in my tears than drown in your love." Amy Snapped at Ryan. Cheated upon by her fiancee with her step sister, heartbroken Amy Carter found herself in a club where she drank herself into a stupor, leading to a one night stand with an unknown stranger. Pregnant and chased out of the house with nowhere to go, her life went downhill. Amy left the country to avoid further humiliation, promising to do just anything to nurture the kid in her stomach. However, she came back with her twin after six years. Finally, Billionaire Redford who had been in search of her, his one next stand from years ago, saw his chance to be with her and claim his children. Will Amy agree to the rekindling and find happiness from the one night of mistake and settle for the stranger she had one night stand with? Or do you think her ex boyfriend will win her over again after betraying her with her step sister? Read and find out....
"Ms. Crawford, it’s time for you to divorce Mr. Larsen and come home. You're the only heiress the Master's waiting for.” ~•~ For the sake of love, Amara accepted the arranged marriage with Tobias William Larsen. She did everything to gain her husband’s heart but when his old love returned, she realized that all her effort was all for naught. Tobias demanded a divorce on the night of their wedding anniversary, even at the price of threatening her. Heartbroken, she finally dropped all her illusions about him and returned home to be the heiress. The next time she met Tobias, they were no longer couples but opponents. "Mr. Larsen, should I remind you again? We've divorced." "Amara, that's the stupidest mistake I've ever made. Please come back to me."
18+, strong mature, and sexual content. Sneak peek: "W-what are you doing?" I asked, my breathing getting heavier as his warm fingers inched towards my bikini bottom. "You called me a coward earlier, remember?" He asked, his other hand wrapped around my throat and lips torturingly brushing over mine "So let's see how much you can handle if I break the boundaries." "I haven't said anything wrong," I breathed out, the collision of the heat of our bodies made the wetness between my thighs build more "Oh really?" He hooked my legs around his waist leaving me surprised I opened my mouth to say something but before any sentence could leave my mouth, sliding past my bikini bottom his fingers were there on my bare clit and the next second they thrust inside the very tight hole of mine leaving me to scream. But everything went silent as he pressed his hot lips upon mine just as I had been wanting since the first day I had ever seen him. **** I always knew the things I felt for Jacob Adriano were wrong in so many ways. He was my dad's best friend, totally out of bounds but I couldn't stop wanting him. And once in the event of my dad's destination wedding, I came across him after years...I lost every one of the boundaries I had and surely I planned to make him lose his ones too. After all Jacob Adriano, the sinfully attractive Italian was not unaware of my obsession with him. But little did know that forbidden relationships always bring havoc and demolition.....