When Eryevir found herself skating on thin Ice, she made her escape from her Mate and his enemies. Eight years later, the fame of the Ice King and his Viesix had dwindled, left in the past and displaced by a new age. A new lord only meant a new terror. Sir Axel Lane, he was called-a dreaded terminator taken to the taste of blood and gore. After a one-night stand with him, Eryevir discovered that she was pregnant. She was thrown into anguish and turmoil, as her disguise was uncovered by the last person she wanted to see; the very person she hid from eight years ago. From Axel Lane's mouth, she heard the term 'Fiery Magpie', a name only A'xelaan called her. And now she was left to imagine different ways her world would crumble, again. Because, this time, he was no longer the witty traveler, he was the brass-gloved archfiend with the desire to slay and burn-a darkness risen to diminish her light. ERYEVIR: Like they say, the Ice King is coming. But they need to get the irony of it. The Ice King isn't coming to save the world, he is coming for me-to destroy me. And this cursed bond that isn't meant to exist might as well be my end. A'XELAAN: As she shrouds in her pathetic efforts to conquer, I am determined to make her mine, only she won't give in without a fight. She'd risk it all just to be hidden and far, far away from me. Now I have to do all I can to penetrate her hardened heart-even if it takes me torching the world to ashes.
A'xelaan tilted his head to the side as I let my right fingers crawl across his long, manly neck; from the prominent muscle on the side to his apparent collarbone. I rubbed it roughly, feeling the bones with my index tip.
I used to think he was smart-like he'd have already read my intent with my moves. But maybe not. I did overestimate him.
With quick reflexes, I set the penknife in my other hand to his throat, but A'xelaan caught me by surprise when he had me bent over on the desk.
How he managed to pull me to his front and trap me in a split second, I didn't know. All I knew was his body brushing mine, my arms stretched above my head, grinding against the desk while being pinned down at the wrists by his powerful hand.
He patted my fingers and the knife fell from my grip. I chuckled painfully.
"You learn one smart move and decide to play a game?" A'xelaan snarled, his breath fanning my ear. Only then did I realize how close we were.
That close. Very close.
The feel of his lips grazing the side of my face was cold and smooth as he pressed down on my lower back with his other hand, his gruff voice causing me to flinch. "Maybe you've not realized this, but you are mine."
"Oh yeah," I kept chuckling. "Show me some fucking proof then!"
A'xelaan huffed and, without warning, something cold and sharp pierced into the skin of my left shoulder.
I was whimpering at first before a scream flew out my lips, my legs trembling as my hands struggled to break free of his grip.
Soon, the piercing stopped and A'xelaan's wet, hot tongue slowly licked the area. It gave a burning, itchy sensation.
When he let me go, I scampered from his side while feeling the mark his bite left on my shoulder.
"What did you just do?" I asked as I watched him lick a side of his lips, his index finger wiping the part he licked. He did a slow-motion head roll before fully setting his eyes on me.
"I just marked you, and I tell you, fiery Magpie, your blood tastes so... damn good," he drawled. His hooded eyes sparkled as he blinked, a side of his lips curling up.
"Take it off now."
"You'll have to kill me first."
"Well, if only you can fucking die!"
"I can; for three seconds at least." A'xelaan sat in his chair and leaned against the backrest. He regarded me under thick, well-lined brows. "Let's play a game. If you can stab me in the heart, you will have your freedom. Deal?"
I looked at the bitten area. The mark the bite left wasn't clear because of the swollen, red skin around it, but the teeth prints were evident. As I narrowed my eyes at him, I noticed how he still had the mischievous, satisfied smile.
His harmonious features were like a majestic piece of art that I wanted to cover with color strokes; the way his long, bold chin fitted his well-defined facial bones, or was it how his pale skin made him look like the devil as he sat there blowing hair from his eyes while sneaking a wink at me.
As good as they looked, I wanted to be the one to wring the arrogance from his expressions, wipe the smirk off his lips, maybe also poke the mischief out of his eyes. And I was going to do it-even if I had to play dirty.
"I'm in!" I said with assertion, raising my chin. A game without rules had my prints after all.
Marrying Zeath Lupin was a blessing until he ditched Mellow at a family dinner for his pregnant girlfriend. But the actions she took only led to a deadly situation. Something that would end her alongside the life growing within her-a child Zeath doesn't deserve. She ran for dear life after faking her death. But she was bound to return as Zeath's only means to an end in disguise. Would he recognize her? Would she accept his apology if he ever gave one? And what happened when the threat she once fled from rekindled, endangering her and her child's lives once more? ~ "Do you know how much I wished you wouldn't come near me, even... touch me?" Zeath drones on. "All those cuddles, kisses, and affection? They all made my skin crawl-like a troll embracing its victim before gobbling them. One can only imagine how much it stinks. You're no different. You merely caught my attention because you were a self-absorbed twonk, and we needed to test if you even had the heart to love another." "We?" I croak out. Then Zeath's fingers trail gently along my face, his eyes glinting with pure poison, and his voice no better. "Poor Mellow, it's all a dare, a gratifying one. Divorce or not, it's your choice."
It started with a dare. Marrying Zeath Lupin was a blessing until he showed up with a pregnant woman at a family gathering. Now fighting for my marriage would be easier if he didn't make divorce my choice. Yet, as much as he and his family force my hand to forsake our union, I do all that's within my power to have Zeath's respect, at least. But the choices I make only lead to a gnarly situation. Something that could end me, probably even the entity that would soon be the bridge between Zeath and me; a child he doesn't deserve. He took one risky dare to trade my dignity for his pleasure. Now he has to beg! I don't care how he does it; whether he dips his forehead into the fire he set my heart on or licks the remnant of his shite under my boots. I'm Mellow fucking Fanning. And Zeath Lupin knew that before messing with me.
I'd never known a man like Hunter. Dreaded at his calmest, a calm before the storm, Death and Enigma are his sustenance. He unleashes turbulence upon me, snuffing the life out of everyone I know. And now he's coming for me; to ruin me. As I taste the bitterness of guilt at the tip of my tongue, I'm bent on grasping the very thing causing my misery by the neck. If only I wouldn't have to deal with these emotions-old feelings clashing with new ones; love and hate-that make me want to squash Hunter's heart one moment, then piece it up the next. But I know I can't hang between these feelings forever. First, I need to escape Hunter's web. Then I have to choose, and quickly. ~ A Blood Oath-kill the girl. She's supposedly dangerous, a being forbidden from existence. Yet, I find myself gravitating to her. I shouldn't, but I am. Then I realize she isn't the threat. Where danger lies is with my Desire-a longing to have her squirming beneath me. And as the Prophecy hanging over us proves adamant, an animosity lingers between us. Even nature has signed a Fate and will see to its vow that one of us is destroyed. Now all that's left of me is to crawl out of laid traps with my head intact. Because only then can Heidi truly live.
Ethan always viewed Nyla as a compulsive liar, while she saw him as aloof and insensitive. Nyla had cherished the notion that she was dear to Ethan, yet she felt coldly rejected when she realized her place in his heart was insignificant. No longer trying to break through his coldness, she stepped back, only for him to alter his approach unexpectedly. She challenged him, "If you trust me so little, why keep me around?" Ethan, who had once carried himself with pride, now stood before her with a humble plea. "Nyla, I've made mistakes. Please don't walk away from me."
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
Sequel to chasing my estranged wife; I want you back. ******** " You promised me!'' I screamed. "You promised that you wouldn't hurt me, you made the vows that you would stand beside me, Ryan, and what did you do? You broke me into smithereens. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. When I said we were done. I meant it!" Falling in love with him had come in a whirlwind, she couldn't account for how exactly it had happened but what she knew was that she didn't want to let go once she was in. For Ryan, when he made a vow, he had meant it, but nothing had told him about marriage, that it wasn't just a bed of roses, but it had thorns in it as well. When secrets piled up between them and vows broken, they had no choice but to let go of each other, but years later, he wanted her back. Like the air he breathed, he chased after her, but she was gone. Left with the remnants of his actions, he is torn between getting her back and damning all consequences or letting go of her and his children, which would it be?
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
He hates her so much but she feels so safe with him... Orla Sullivan is the seventh and last daughter of Arnold Sullivan. She is a young girl who is loathed and rejected by every member of her family. Though a Sullivan, Orla lived a solitary life until she met Callan Barlowe at an uninvited dinner in her home. Callan Barlowe is a ruthless billionaire, a man whose aura exudes dominance and agitation. He believes in working hard to make money and when he needs to relax; sleeping with high-class hoes is not an option, but a must-do for him. Marriage is not included in the list of things he has to do in life, but his mother wants him to get married at all costs. Callan's and Orla's worlds collided and now, Orla's life is about to completely veer around from worse to something more inimical because she's about to get married to Callan Barlowe; the ruthless billionaire boss who doesn't give a shit about anyone.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."