As Janie flees to Carter Reed in response to her brother's menacing final words, her world devolves into turmoil in this suspenseful story of passion and peril. Scarred and in need of help, she makes her way through the scary Octave nightclub, where she meets Carter again and discovers a complicated emotional entanglement. Suspense is increased by the tenuous bond between Janie and Carter and the imminent threat posed by the Bertal family when Janie reveals her role in a fatal incident. Janie is caught in a dangerous situation where she is unsure of herself and afraid of Carter going missing. Janie's journey through danger, sacrifice, and the unpredictable dynamics of her relationship with Carter are explored in this story, which is full of surprising turns, dramatic disclosures, and tense moments. As each thrilling story develops, the fate of Janie in this tale is in the hands of trust, passion, and unforeseen consequences.
I still remember my brother's last words to me before he was murdered. "Go to Carter he will keep you safe. he'll protect you." she stands on the street and stares at the intimidating fortress of Carter Reed's nightclub, Octave. "After what i've done, going to the police would be as good as signing a death warrant. Carter Reed is my only hope." The line to get into Octave wave wraps around the block. Everyone's wearing high end fashion while blood stains her pants. right as she's about to walk over, her phone chimes, it's from Mallory her closest friend. "Janie where are you? i'm scared.
might go to the hospital." "DO NOT go to the hospital, they would ask you too many questions and make it easy to track us." Mallory and Janie always had each other's back. especially now that she shot her boyfriend before he could kill her. Her hands shake as she puts her phone away and sneak around to the back of the club. she spot a half open door and slip inside, but she immediately collide with a wall of muscle. "How did you get in here?" "I know Carter Reed. Could I... I mean, is he..." "You and everyone else. Honey don't waste my time." "Please just ask Carter himself. if he says no, it doesn't matter anyway. Carter was best friends with my brother, so he's my last hope." "You're still on this?" A hint of sympathy enters the bouncer's eyes, and he sighs. "Christ. i can't believe i'm doing this, what was your brother's name?" "Aj Martins." The bouncer pulls out a radio and speak into it for a moment, listening. Finally, he turns back to her. "Huh, Boss says to bring you in and set you up in a penthouse." Relief floods through her, she nearly drop to her knees on the floor. Quickly the bouncer guides her to the top floor penthouse, leaving her alone to wait. "Oh God Carter joined the mod shortly after AJ died. so what if he doesn't remember me? And most importantly i killed Jeremy Dunvan, part of the Bertal family mob. what if Carter turns me in?" She sink unto the couch trying to breathe, not bothering about the lights. After a few moments, the door click open, and a deep, rough voice drags her attention. "Where were you when AJ was mugged?" "You're asking about my brother? Carter, is that you?" The room is still dark, and the shadowy figure of Carter Reed sits on the opposite couch. "I asked you question." When her eyes adjust, she can make out the cut of Carter's jawline, his eyes gleaming in the dark. his voice is as icy as his nickname: The Cold Killer. "Aj wasn't mugged he was killed." "How did he die?" His voice grows colder and quieter each time he asks. "You want to know how AJ died? With a bat. I saw the whole thing." She press her forehead to her knees, and the smell of the blood on her pant nearly makes her gag. "Thank you for answering honestly." Carter hits a switch on the end of the table, and the room floods with light. "No one knows how Aj died except his sister. i needed to make sure it was you." "You don't recognize me?" "It's been a long time Janie." Her face heats up remembering the last time she saw Carter face to face. She was 16. Carter was her brother's bold, scary-smart best friend and her crush. one night Carter came over bruised from some fight he'd gotten into. He slept on their couch and... they ended up kissing, he was her first kiss. She clears her throat, and Carter leans forward like he knows exactly what she is thinking about. He pushes away from the couch and moves until he towers over her. Her body becomes painfully aware of how he has been sculpted into a deadly weapon. "Stand up." "Please." "What?" "Ask me nicely, would you please stand up? if it pleases you? i'm not one of your lackeys, you can't order me around." His brows lift delicately. It's a reminder that less important people than her have died by disobeying him. "I need to make sure you're not injured. Please" Reluctantly she stands up, ignoring the danger of Carter being so close. His eyes slide over her with intensity, categorizing each tears on her clothes, each spot of blood. "If you're not hurt, then where did the blood on your clothes come from?" She opens her mouth to respond, but fear keeps her quiet, trembling under Carter's keen gaze. "Why don't i make you something, and you can tell me? let's go to the kitchen." Janie is tired and hungry, but every second puts her friend Mallory and herself in more danger. She jerk away from Carter breathing hard. "I don't need food, i need help." Janie crumple onto the couch, and Carter lets her. "And i need specifics. You're like a feral cat." Right. well you're like a deadly robot. At least one of us still have emotions." "Someone needs to stay objective. Tell me what you're here for." "I need..." Her stomach pitches with fresh panic. lI need a bathroom." Carter points, and she barely makes it through the door before she's gagging into the sink. Her empty stomach only manages to produce acidic bile and she cough. "Janie?" She sink to the floor, trying to catch her breath. Carter crouches beside her and touches her shoulder. His touch is soft, but the power is hand is anything but. "Whatever it is Janie, i'll take care of you." Her breath through the pressure building in her chest. Carter does look like the whole world can lean on him and wouldn't break. She lets her head drop on his shoulder with a sob. He pats her back, a little stiff but soothing. "It's okay Janie, we'll figure it out." "Maybe you shouldn't promise anything until you know what i did." "I don't make promises that i don't think i can fulfill." She lift her head and meet his eyes. He doesn't look away or pull back, his gaze as steady as an anchor. "Carter thank you. Not just for this. But for being AJ's friend all those years ago." "Don't think about it. I did it for myself as much as for you and Aj." He smooths her hair back and steadies her chin on his knuckles. "Now, are you prepared to accept the consequences of coming to me?"
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
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.
"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?
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."