Logan, with his mark of fire, carries the burden of his desired legacy. Orphaned by a brutal horde's attack, "Run, Logan!" His father's desperate wheezing echoed in his memory. "They will stop at nothing to achieve their goals! He collapsed, gasping, as a warm, wet nose nudged his side. It was Anya, a young wolf from the neighboring Moonstone pack, with her sapphire eyes filled with worry. "Come with us, Logan." She pleaded in a soft voice. "The moonstone will protect you." Over the years, Logan grew into a beautiful, young, and handsome wolf. He trains hard to develop his fighting skills, but a shadow of his past looms over him. He said that one day he was walking along the border and met Anya. Her hair stood on end, and her eyes were filled with fear. "Garen, he's up to something. He wants to use your mark to control powers you didn't know you had." Logan's world explodes. Is the power hidden within it? Are Garon's true intentions shrouded in darkness? Betrayal and forbidden love spark a desperate fight for survival. Betrayal, prophecy, and forbidden love ignite the fight for freedom. Can Logan ignore the prophecy surrounding his fire sign, or will he become a pawn in Garon's game? Can forbidden love be transformed into a force for good, or will it lead to his destruction? Discover Logan's fate as you explore a world filled with pack politics, hidden forces, and a desperate fight for freedom.
"You deserve to die." The words were a gentle yet menacing whisper. Logan could feel the sharp edge of a sickle piercing the skin of his neck softly. Blood dripped down slowly onto the ground, staining it a deeper crimson. The moon however cast the shadows of trees about it, making the color a bit different.
Logan was held firmly in place by a strange woman in a cloak. There was something strangely familiar about her but he could not see her face clearly under the dim moonlight. "It was not his turn to die, but yours. I was going to kill you and you made him die."
"Please," Logan choked. "Let go."
"You beg to be released?" A wicked cackle emanated from the strange woman. "You are not even remorseful. You killed your father!" She roared, her voice blending in perfectly with the rumble of thunder. The blade of the sickle pierced deeper into his skin. More blood trickled down his neck as the rain began to pour buckets on him.
But why did Logan feel like it was just his face?
"You do not belong here, this is only a privilege," came the stern voice. "You cannot laze about and expect to be served. You are a commoner amongst the people; meant to be a servant."
Logan opened his eyes to be greeted by Candace Tewkesbury, the Luna of Fermyl. She held an empty bowl in her hand.
Looking at the wet bed and feeling water trickle down his face, he knew she was at it again.
"Out of the goodness of my husband's heart, we allowed you to live in the palace and not amongst servants," Candace said with contempt. "Stop taking advantage. I have told you times without number that as soon as the sun is up, you should be out helping the servants and then by noon, be at the training ground."
"I have been obeying your instructions thus far, your highness," Logan said. "Forgive me for slacking this once."
She only harrumphed and exited his room.
Logan's nights were characterized by nightmares, while his mornings were described by him being woken up by torturous methods. He was glad that today had been less brutal.
Many a time, he would wake up to his skin being singed, a needle being stuck in his body, or something along those lines. He wiped his face and sat up, groaning.
He looked around himself and sighed, knowing that, as the Alpha King was going on a trip soon, the luxury of having this room would cease. He would be returned to the servant quarters by the queen.
He stood up from his bed and went to the bathroom. He smiled sadly, seeing a bath made ready for him by the maids.
All of this will soon end. He thought to himself as he undressed.
Once he was done bathing and had out on fresh clothes, he walked out of his family. It was the worst part of his day, as he had to stare at the unpleasant faces of Lun and her daughter.
"Good morning, Your Majesty," he said, bowing to the Alpha before taking a seat. The dining room was arranged in such a way that one of the long ends of the table was pushed against the wall. The king sat at one short end, the queen at the opposite end, and the exposed long end had two seats. One for the princess, and another for him.
He hated that he had to sit beside her for each meal.
"Son," the king said with a smile, "You are quite late for breakfast."
There was a snort from the Queen as she heard her husband call him "son".
"I apologize, your highness," Logan replied.
"Did you have trouble sleeping?" The king, Thaddeus, asked.
"Not at all," Logan replied. "I had a good night's rest."
"You do not look like you did," Thaddeus said worriedly.
"The food will get cold," Luna Candace commented with a tight smile. She hated how attention had been drawn to Logan.
"You are right, my dear," replied Thaddeus. "Let us dig in."
As courtesy mandated, Logan waited for everyone to take a bite of their food before he bit into his. He got a sneer from Luna but did not mind.
"Father," it was Getrude that spoke. She was the King and Queen's only child. "I hear you will be traveling."
"Ah yes." Thaddeus wiped his mouth with a napkin. "There is a meeting of Alpha's to go on at SilverLine."
"Shall you have escorts?" Logan asked, genuinely worried. Silverline was the center of all werewolf packs. For every six full moons, the Alpha's of each pack usually held a meeting to renew peace treaties, settle disputes, and whatnot, but sometimes it ended in bloody conflicts that turned into full-blown wars.
"I do not think that concerns you, dear Logan," Candace said in a biting tone. "Do not involve yourself in these complex matters."
"I shall," Thaddeus replied, ignoring his wife. "I wanted you to escort me at first, but I think it will be better if you stay behind and help me supervise the guards. Desdemona will most likely be present."
Logan sucked in a sharp breath at that name. Anger coursed through his veins, and water was getting ready to sit at the corners of his eyes, but he tried not to let his emotions show. He knew he could not afford to show any sign of weakness or bitterness.
He gave a tight smile, dropping his cutlery, and then he put his hands underneath the table on his lap, balling them into fists. "I understand your concern, your majesty."
As he said those words through almost gritted teeth, Logan felt a warm hand squeeze his hands under the table.
He shot a suspicious glance at Getrude, who gave him a soft and shy smile before looking away and retracting her hands.
Why on earth is she comforting me? Thought Logan to himself.
When Lucas Blackwood's business empire faces a hostile takeover, he turns to his late father's will for a solution: marriage. According to the will's clause, Lucas must marry within a year to retain his inheritance. Emma Brooks, a talented but financially struggling artist, enters the picture. Seeing an opportunity for financial relief, she agrees to a contract marriage proposed by Lucas. However, their agreement comes with a condition: they must convincingly portray their love to the public and even to themselves. As their emotions become entangled, Lucas and Emma must navigate a web of deceit, desire, and danger. They face challenges from rival billionaires, relentless paparazzi, and hidden agendas that threaten to tear them apart. In a world where trust is scarce and love is seen as a risk, they must navigate the treacherous waters of their fabricated romance to avoid the clause becoming their downfall. In "The Marriage Clause," passion and power collide, presenting high stakes for both Lucas and Emma
Annabel, the last child of the St. Claires' discovers that she is the price her father paid for a favour. In a glitzy realm of relentless ambition and insatiable desires Anabell is trapped in the cold embrace of an arranged marriage but fate has a wicked sense of humour, for the billionaire tycoon she is forced to wed is Ethan Cresswell, the very man who shattered her world years ago. As their lives are entangled in a load of complex misdirection, lust, and treachery; revenge dances on a tightrope, threatening to consume them both. Each step taken to exact revenge brings them closer, whispers of an ancient curse echoing through their shared desires. Hidden agendas are unveiled and devastating secrets are exposed, the stakes skyrocket to a level unimaginable. Can love survive the wild storm of forbidden desires and shattered illusions? Or will the ruthless pursuit of revenge eliminate their chances for redemption?
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
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."
"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."
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
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.