"You were crafted for me. And I, for you," his breath caresses my ear, coaxing my eyelids to seal shut tightly. The proximity sends a shiver down my spine as he leans in, his words dripping with a seductive promise. "I was designed to love you. To make you mine," my breath hitches at his audacity, and my mind spirals into a realm of forbidden fantasies. Images of his office flash in my mind, the desk becoming a canvas for our illicit desires, and I wonder how his tongue might taste against mine. He withdraws slightly, inhaling deeply, and in that moment, his eyes, already dark as the night, seem to plunge into an abyss of even deeper intensity. "I know you crave me too, Ulrica." Strength, intimidation, cunning, resilience-Rendall encompasses them all. He's a tempest, a force of nature, and I, in contrast, am the rainbow that emerges after the chaos. Our connection is inexplicable, a convergence of opposites that leaves an indelible mark on the canvas of our destinies. As I step into the unfamiliar town of Gilgamesh to embark on my first year of university, I am oblivious to the twists fate has prepared for me. I anticipated the wild parties, the endless assignments, and the sleepless nights. What I didn't foresee was him.
I lay on top of my neatly made bed, gazing at the ceiling of my room in deep thought. Patterns and clouds, painted by my mother during my childhood, adorn the entirety of the roof. Intricate designs that I never truly appreciated until now. It's a testament to my mother's artistic skills, a trait we share and one that fills me with pride.
As I lose myself in the detailed strokes, I'm reminded of my mother's talent. However, as age has caught up with her, she has reluctantly abandoned her painting hobby. A pang of regret surfaces, wishing she hadn't.
The clouds above evoke memories of my carefree childhood and the boundless possibilities each day held. The world was limitless, and fear was a distant concept. Glancing at the clock on my nightstand, I sigh, acknowledging that I must leave soon.
University.
The mere word sends a shiver down my spine, a reminder that I'm about to leave behind everything and everyone familiar. Despite the anxiety, a reassuring thought lingers in my mind-I keep telling myself this is for the best. My first deposit is already in place, a formal commitment to the impending adventure.
I rise from my bed, smoothing out the creases left by my body on the blanket. Turning around, I hesitantly grab my suitcase from the ground and start to exit my room. Standing on the porch, I gaze at my car. Why does this departure feel so difficult? My belongings are neatly packed, ready for the impending adventure, yet doubts linger. Am I truly prepared to step away from the cocoon of my small life with my parents?
"Ulrica, I have something for you." My mother's voice startles me from behind. I jump slightly, unprepared for her stealthy approach. I sheepishly meet her gaze, mirroring her small grin.
"What is it?" I ask with a small voice.
"A necklace. It was your grandmother's, and she got it from your great-grandfather. I know she wanted you to have it, and I do too," she says softly, passing me a small blue box.
Carefully opening it, I immediately recognize the beautiful opal rock-a cherished possession of my grandmother. Its green and blue hues dance together, a mesmerizing spectacle. My mother knew of my affinity for this necklace, and tears began to well up as I gazed at her.
"Thank you," I breathe. This necklace, passed down through the generations, is the perfect parting gift. I look down at the necklace and smile.
"Could you help me put it on?" I ask my mother gingerly.
"Of course!" she says, gently retrieving the necklace and clasping it around my neck. I turn to face her.
"Thank you again. This really means so much to me," I tell my mother.
"I know your grandmother would be so happy to see you wearing it," my mother says with unshed tears in her eyes. "Please wear it always-and think of me."
"I miss her too, Mom. And of course, I will," I say while gently holding her arm. "I'm also really going to miss you guys while I'm gone, but I'm always a FaceTime away," I say teasingly.
After hugging my mother goodbye and giving my dad a small kiss on the cheek, I hit the road. The drive feels long, and I'm already a couple of hours away from my parent's house. Finished snacking on a whole bag of Cheetos (the puffy kind, of course), I decide to stop at a nearby convenience store.
Pulling into the parking lot, I turn off my car and step out, realizing my back is killing me. Walking into the store, I hear the bell chime above me and decide to buy a drink. As I approach the counter, I almost drop the blue Pepsi can. Standing in front of me is one of the cutest guys I have ever seen.
He looks to be similar to my age, maybe a couple of years older. I'm guessing he's about 24 or so. Blonde hair, full lips, piercing blue eyes, and a body made of almost pure muscle. Woah. He gazes at me, slightly cocking his head to the side.
"I haven't seen you around here before," he says, almost narrowing his eyes accusingly.
"Do you know every single person who walks into this store?" I jokingly say that I am trying to make this interaction less uncomfortable.
"Yes."
"Oh," I say while pressing my lips together. This blondie is super weird, I think to myself.
"What are you doing out here? This town never sees new folk," Blondie says.
"I'm actually going to school here. It starts in a few days, so..." I trail off. Can I just buy this Pepsi?
"Wow. Well, you must be a smart cookie to get into Gilgamesh University. They don't usually let in the outlanders," Blondie replies with a coy wink. I smile in return while looking down so he doesn't see my face turn a slight shade of pink. I hand him the Pepsi, and then he hands it back to me.
"No charge; you're new around here. Consider this your welcome gift to Gilgamesh," he says teasingly.
"Uh, thanks." I smile gratefully and turn around to leave. As I open the door to leave, he jogs over to me and gently grabs my arm. Now facing him, my eyebrows draw together in confusion.
He opens his mouth to say something, then shuts it again. "Er, by the way, I'm Dacia. What did you say your name was again?"
"I didn't," I say with a smile, and I wink his way. "Although, if you really must know, my name is Ulrica. Everyone just calls me Ulry, though," I say with a slight shrug and smile.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Ulry," Dacia replies with a slight chuckle. He then looks me square in the eyes and says, "Be careful out here, though; some of us bite."
Finally leaving the store, I get back in my car and start driving down the road. It turns out that the heart of the town of Gilgamesh was only a couple of minutes away from the store I had just been to. I pass by a giant wooden sign that looks like it's slowly deteriorating, which reads 'GILGAMESH est. 1888'. Wow, I think.
This place is so small and beautiful.
I'm suddenly surrounded by dozens of forests and greenery all around me. Opening my car window, I slowly inhale and exhale the fresh air all around me. This is nothing like the city. It's perfect.
Eventually, I make it to my new home. My parents helped me purchase a small apartment, only a 10-minute drive from Gilgamesh University. Unloading everything from my car to the apartment takes a solid 30 minutes, and I'm grateful that most of the furniture came alongside the apartment, so I didn't have much to set up. Slowly putting things in place around the small apartment, I look out the window.
Sure enough, the view is gorgeous. From where I'm standing, I can see a multitude of kilometers of trees and forestry. I mentally take notes to go exploring in the near future.
For now, I just want to take a nap. It really has been a long day.
I begin to strip off my clothes and change into one of my ex-boyfriend's t-shirts. I don't miss him or anything, as we have been broken up for quite a while. It just fits quite largely on me, and it is really comfy. The shirt reaches just under my butt cheeks, and I'm left wearing only a shirt and some pants. I crawl into the bed, under my new duvet covers, and close my eyes.
Suddenly, I peel my eyes open and stare at the ceiling above me.
Maybe I can get used to a ceiling without clouds.
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Bella Williams, who is denigrated by the Thorn family as nothing more than a cook, is desperate to flee their grasp in this riveting story of ambition and bravery. She has had enough of their harassment, so when the charismatic billionaire heir Austen Trevor offers her a seductive proposition, she seizes the chance. Bella decides to protect her feelings from the infamous bad lads of Kansas by jumping into an exhilarating adventure headfirst with her heart on the line. Bella must negotiate a perilous path as the stakes rise: WILL SHE STAY UNSCATHED? OR IS HER NEW STATUS AS A BILLIONAIRE'S PARTNER JUST A GAME OR A JOURNEY THAT WILL LEAVE HER HEART STRONGER?
Isabella Waverly is your average twenty years old college student, striving to make herself and her family proud while currently studying Economics in a prestigious private University, in Florentina, Italy. She gets along fine with everyone, well everyone except her mother's cold boss who she'd discovered likes glaring at her and treating her coldly for no reason. Alexander Knight is a twenty five years old billionaire from a famous family of businessmen and public figures. He's had his eyes on a certain beauty, Isabella, his cook's daughter since she was at a very young age, having watched her grow from a teenager into a ripe, mature lady and when Alexander discovers Isabella is in her third year in university and might bring a man home anytime soon, he realizes he'll have to act fast. And act fast he did, the only way he knew how to get a woman. He claimed her. Made her know she belonged to him.
Nova is a young werewolf who has been isolated from the world for 17 years. She has never met another werewolf, and she has no idea of her own true nature. One day, Nova's father comes to her with two shocking pieces of information: she is a rare white werewolf, and she must choose a mate from among the future alphas of the four other packs that her father controls. Nova is horrified by this news. She has never wanted to be a werewolf, and she certainly doesn't want to be forced to mate with someone she doesn't know. However, she knows that she has no choice but to obey her father. Nova sets out on a journey to meet the future alphas of the four other packs. She quickly realizes that the world is a much more dangerous place than she ever imagined. She is attacked by other werewolves, she is hunted by humans, and she is forced to make difficult choices that will shape her future. Throughout her journey, Nova begins to learn more about herself and her own true nature. She realizes that she is stronger and more capable than she ever thought possible. She also realizes that she has a choice in how she lives her life. She doesn't have to be a pawn in her father's game. Nova's transformation is both physical and emotional. She grows stronger and more confident, and she learns to embrace her own unique identity. She also learns to stand up to her father and to fight for what she believes in. In the end, Nova chooses a mate who loves her for who she is, and she helps to unite the five packs under a new leadership. She proves that even a rare white werewolf can make a difference in the world.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
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."
"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?
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."
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
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.