What will occur after that, then? Not just one Alpha will follow me. Let me have two. I scream. I guess these individuals like to play poker with my life a lot. Alex said, "No one will come after you, Ava," and I slumped against the marble. Also, why is that? I queried. My eyebrows furrow as I gaze from Alex to Isadora and back to Alex. "Because once you do your job properly, there won't be any more Alphas," I say. I do, however, rely on Isadora to make things plain. "What does he mean?" I inquired about her. When she continues, "Once you deliver us the blue moonstone, we will harvest its power to immortalize Alex, and once that is done, we will destroy the stone, thereby destroying every Alpha in existence," her eyes turn silver and gleam forever.
I cross my arms over my chest and say, "I really hate your pack." I absolutely detest small packs or packets with little to no development. I detest seeing woods right outside my window when I first wake up. And I can't help but be incredibly irritated that I even have to be here as I sit before the Black Blood Pack's Alpha.
Alex mutters, "And I really hate girls that complain," banging his whiskey glass against the tiny glass table separating us. Helena, who is standing next to me, flinches a little, but I don't since I won't be scared of him.
Helena admonishes, "Temper, temper," as she spins her finger through a silver hairlock. Her silver eyes sparkle eternally.
No, I want to murder her. Alex yells as he fixes his eyes on Helena. Helena turns her head to look at Alex, her lips pursed in thought.
"Slow down. She reminds him that Ava is really helpful to the team, and he begins to calm down and take a sip of his whiskey. As he shoves everything down his neck, his blonde hair falls backward. I can only sigh impatiently.
I get up because I'm done with this nonsense.
I finished the task. I glance at Helena and say, "Now, I want my freedom." She doesn't even look at me; instead, she concentrates on the hair strand in her hands. This infuriates me. The question "Are you deaf?"
Once more, she ignores me, so I move quickly when I take my blade out of my jeans and point it at her. I'm stopped before I can strike her in the eyes. I feel myself collapsing to the ground as a headache that shatters every square inch of my skull spreads through me and makes me experience anguish that I didn't know was even possible. They are staring at me with such intensity. I'm screaming because it never ends.
When she finally stops, I'm still screaming.
She says in a low voice, "Try that again, and next time, I'll blow your brains out," and I roll over on the ground, cursing witches, especially the one in front of me.
The promise of my independence, which I've been dreaming of for six years, was what this silver-haired witch used to entice me into her and this sicko Alpha's cunning grasps.
"We did not agree to this," I scream in frustration as my hair falls out everywhere, the strands tumbling down like never-ending waterfalls. "I finished the task, Helena. I followed your instructions exactly, both of you! I now desire what is mine.
Oh, quiet down. I want nothing more than to plunge my knife into Alex's throat as he screams at me. This scumbag. But even if I were quick enough to actually cut open his throat, I have no doubt Helena would put an immediate end to me. She is strong; I will grant her that. I also require her. The only one who can genuinely assist me is her.
"Since you nearly wrecked everything, the deal is off," Alex yells once again as he scatters the glass across the room. It instantly smashes and makes a loud noise.
"You guys said you would," I protest, becoming furious but unable to stand up since the effects of what Helena had just done a few seconds earlier have left me feeling lightheaded.
As he reclines back in his chair and laughs, Alex crosses his legs. He makes fun of me. I desire his death. I want him dead.
Since the first day I met him, I have never liked him. He is a lovely devil who, in my opinion, belongs in hell alone.
"There will be consequences if you don't give me what I want!" My cheeks begin to heat up as I caution, still furious. Alex never stops giggling and having fun.
What's your plan of action? Tell the Assassins to report me. I tensed up as I heard him laugh more and saw Helena's grin deepen. I shouldn't have put my faith in these two. A witch had my trust! The witch! You stupid, brave fool, Ava, you trusted a witch. You can see that they would do anything to possess you. Their leader is searching hard for his cherished little favorite. What benefits would I receive if I reported you? Or even better, I believe Maks would be quite eager to possess the greatest assassin in his pack's history.
I close my eyes as the treachery slowly but surely sets in, like a needle prick.
I'm helpless.
You have your life to lose, Ava; I don't. Don't test me. I choked as his words really hit home.
I was forced to join the Assassins when I was seventeen. The Assassins are a bandit group of seductive murderesses who are paid to seduce senior members of my pack, the Shadow Night Pack, and other packs in order to either murder or kidnap them. We are infamous and hazardous. In fact, Maks, the Alpha of our pack, has issued a "kill on sight" order to anyone who, by an extremely unlikely accident, discovers an assassin.
I never intended to follow them. I never chose this life, like many others, but when the Assassins pick you, that's it. I became an assassin after being picked at the age of seventeen. I am the greatest assassin who has ever lived, in addition to being an assassin. I've never missed a kill or a target, and up until lately, no one could stand in my way.
My teachers always advised the girls to look up to me. the person who was most revered within a murderous organization. However, the desire to escape the life I was compelled to live only grew stronger with each murder I committed. I detested being in charge, being made to perform tasks I didn't particularly enjoy, and seducing men who I found repulsive. Seductive assassination is entertaining, but I prefer to carry it out on my terms rather than those set by a group that won't even permit me to take a breath. I did everything I could to get out, but nothing was successful.
Up until the day Helena and I met.
She showed up where I was meant to finish-a restaurant-and informed me that she was in possession of the key to my release. In every pack I wanted to go in, she would give me a whole other persona. A different identity, a different existence, and a different appearance. I only had to entice an Alpha whom both she and her other Alpha companion intended to severely hurt.
When he dumped her, she was rejected, but when he injured Alex's sister, it infuriated him. I was supposedly going to be the key to getting the pair's revenge.
So I concurred. I've spent years of my life charming guys, so it wouldn't be difficult to seduce one more. or so I believed. Alpha Axel was as rigid as a pencil. He simply wasn't a man who would budge. The first man who refused to fall into my trap, no matter how carefully I attempted to set it up, For that, I despise him.
In the end, I failed to seduce him, but the job was completed nonetheless, and Alex was enraged. He wanted Axel to sleep with me. This was probably done to further inflame his sister's animosity toward Axel. Since then, there has been no sign of my release or Helena fulfilling her end of the bargain, and all I want is to slay this odd but iconic couple. I didn't come here to be tricked by two nasty chess players; I didn't give up my life as the greatest assassin ever. BeforeI ever have to endure that kind of humiliation, I'll murder both of them in cold blood.
I firmly state, "I want my freedom; that was our agreement," before standing up. My long hair is a disaster; it falls wild below my ass and gets everywhere when I stand up, threatening to obstruct my eyesight. This long woman's rapid growth is intolerable; I abhor her. I yanked her away.
I look at Helena, also known as Isadora, and she doesn't seem upset. "Our deal was that you take Axel to your bed and get him to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and Isadora over there will grant you your heart's desire," I say. You couldn't even get Axel to your door; forget about your bed! I'm interested in the group of clowns in that organization if you're the finest the Assassins have to offer.
"I don't know why he didn't fall for me," you say. I debate while feeling the sting of rejection, which is a concept that I find to be the most alien.
"You have a task to do! You stumbled. Isadora is no longer required to take any action on your behalf. Isadora won't keep up her end of the bargain if you don't keep up yours. Deal over, plain and easy," he says, crossing his legs in response. He then fills his glass with more whiskey and raises it in the air while saying, "Cheers."
My foot strikes the hardwood as I kick it.
You're welcome to stay in my small pack as long as you don't annoy me, but just so you don't go around saying Isadora and I were mean to you,
My mouth is gaping. Is he currently shitting on me?
He goes on: It's referred to as little pack hospitality. You large-pack people surely think this idea is strange.
Helena laughs. Are they making fun of me?
I turn to gaze at Helena after saying, "Fuck you," to Alex. It's "Fuck you both!"
I storm out of the room, slamming the door to my bedroom behind me, and they both laugh as if I were some horrible joke. I take off my boots and scream angrily into my pillow. I really despise Axel. To acquire all I've ever wanted, I only needed one night with the moron, but he messed that up. What should I do at this point? He was the first person to reject me in my entire life. That seriously bruised my pride.
I get out of bed, but because I sat on my hair, I unintentionally fall back into it. I cry out. I can't stand how long it is. I neglected to cut it because of the recent difficulties I've had. I detest how quickly it is growing. It's not enjoyable to manage hair that occasionally grows longer than your arms or that is as thick as wool. I often feel buried beneath it since it's so thick. It is the biggest nightmare to brush it. I find the entire workout to be unbearable.
I will wait for a pair of scissors to materialize as I stare at my long, straight, silky black hair. This hair was adored by the Assassins. It was supposedly my best-kept secret. I am opposed. In actuality, it's a physical liability, but for some reason that I will never understand, men seem to adore it.
Yet another reason to despise this sh*t.
I get up and walk over to the window. The sun is out and blazing brightly behind the trees at lunchtime. I detest compact packets very much. I despise these woods. Even if they make me want to shift and let loose my black wolf, I'm not in the mood right now.
I'm already annoyed when there's a knock on my door.
The question, "What is it?" Mason, Alex's beta, or, more accurately, goon, receives my yells, but all he does is toss me a newspaper and walk away.
I pick it up because I know how it's laid out. I took this newspaper out of my pack.
"ALPHA MAKS'S ADDRESS GIVES US HOPE THAT OUR FIGHT AGAINST THE ASSASSINS WILL YEILD AMAZING RESULTS SOON." I roll my eyes and push back my hair. What has that idiot Alpha to say right now? Every month, he conjures up some trite speech about how our pack is gradually defeating the assassins and that everyone should hold onto hope because Maks is making every effort to get rid of us.
Breaking news: He is not. Right now, the Assassins are more powerful than ever.
It's just a marketing ploy to keep people from criticizing him. Not that anyone would, considering how weak my pack members are and how Maks has the potential to be more lethal than all of the assassins together. He has even the Assassins running for cover. We all abide by the unspoken rule that getting caught by Maks is preferable to dying. In all honesty, there are those days when I'm unsure of who is worse: Maks, my Alpha, or the Assassins, my organization. Both are brutal evils in equal measure.
He's undoubtedly delivering his customary spiel about doing everything in his power to combat crime and violence.
The text causes my eyes to widen, and I have to read it aloud several times before I can begin to think. I cringe as I sit down. When I reread the newspaper's fine print, my fingers were still trembling.
"The Assassin Rose has been discovered thanks to the assistance of a fellow Alpha. She is exceedingly deadly and highly competent. I swear to you all that if somebody manages to murder her or capture her, you will receive a hefty prize from me. Alpha Maks.
For Amanda, a 24-year-old college student, it's only a one-night affair. Her mother is determined to use her infant father to improve their precarious situation after she sees him on the cover of a magazine labeled as a billionaire and a Casanova. A 26-year-old billionaire named Derek has had strong sexual desires ever since his encounter with Amanda. Having a baby is not at all important to him, and he has no interest in keeping a woman. He first denies knowing about Amanda's pregnancy until Amanda's mother threatens to ruin his reputation. Will Derek consent to the union? Will Amanda continue to be pregnant despite being rejected? Will she be able to handle it when he calls her names and tells her that he doesn't want her?
The most embarrassing night of my life occurred last night. That girl was me. You remember the woman who was excessively drunk while celebrating her 30th birthday with her two best friends, both of whom are now happily married? And the more I drank, the more I wanted to celebrate by acting irrationally. I'm referring to the attractive and seductive man in a suit who is standing close to the bar when I say irresponsible. Tall, dark, and attractive—you know the sort. Although I was certain that he was out of my league, I had exactly the right amount of drink to make such things irrelevant. Although I'm not overweight, you can tell that I enjoy french fries, so there's that. He drove me home, where I had the sexiest birthday ever. Well, until it abruptly came to a screaming halt. Nothing compares to being stopped in the middle of a ride by a small voice saying, "What are you doing to my dad?" Just murder me now, I told myself. It turns out that my new landlord is the man I bullied at the rodeo.
Aurora’s life was shattered on her 16th birthday when her mother’s deep secret was revealed & the whole pack found out the abomination she committed. Her mother died because of this and Aurora’s father abandoned her, then she was taken to the royal pack as a slave, where she suffered in pain, fear & regrets all her life & was depending & hoping on her mate for a breakthrough but when he came, he left her broken with hatred & rejection. What was left of such a pathetic soul? NOTHING........ or so she thought. Maybe there’s a second mate, she didn’t notice.
Daphne, a terminally ill girl, falls for Xavier, a wealthy playboy, at a club. As they grow closer, secrets threaten to tear them apart. Xavier's true identity is revealed, and Daphne feels betrayed. But just as all hope seems lost, Daphne's health takes a devastating turn... and her life hangs in the balance. Will Xavier's love be enough to save her?
Sarah is a powerful lycan, born with a rare twin brother. Their kind is usually killed at birth because of their strength. Sarah was kept hidden, but now she must find her brother. However, there are those who want to kill her to gain her powers. On her journey, she meets Easton, a lycan sent to kill her. But they start to fall in love. Can Sarah trust Easton and stay alive, or will he be the one to end her life?
Three rules apply to Victoria Allison, which are: 1. Don't kiss a customer. 2. Do not sleep with a client. 3. Do not fall a client. Everything will be OK as long as wealthy alphas Steve Clifford respects these limitations. She must get the money somehow because her father is ailing and she has medical expenses to cover. After a final encounter, she makes her father a vow to leave, but she is then presented with a plan that might help her with at least some of her issues. Will she cave in and put her own ambitions on hold, or will she stick to her strict principles?
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
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. .
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.