Lyra has been trained her whole life to be a skilled wolf hunter. It's all she knows, and she excels at it-killing or being killed is the only option. But when her parents unexpectedly decide to retire for her sake, Jessica is thrust into a world she never chose. Moving to a town filled with wolves poses a dangerous challenge for an ex-hunter. Just when she thinks she can find a semblance of normalcy, a forbidden romance ignites, complicating her life further. Can Jessica reconcile her past and forge a new future, or will her loyalties to her family and her instincts as a hunter tear her apart? ---
The blonde one was dead. Our teacher had announced that she was brave, saying they were all brave, giving us the same speech about being in a better place and other nonsense I don't believe. Blondie wasn't brave poor thing could barely kill a fly. That's why she's gone. People did cried though. They always cry loud enough that I don't need to turn to know where it's coming from. I guess she'll be missed by people outside her family. As for me, I barely knew her; blonde hair and a big smile are all I remember.
The same way nobody will remember anything about me or cry for me cause I'm not dying anytime soon.
It's hard being a wolf hunter, especially when you didn't sign up for it; I know I sure as hell didn't, and neither did a lot of us. Just endless deaths and stupid tears. Regardless, I've never failed a test just cause I didn't want to take it (actually, I have, but that's not the point here).
We start with rouges. They don't have a pack, and it's extremely rare to see them with family or friends, making them easier to kill. Ten kids are sent to kill one rouge and some don't come back. They never send us unprepared, training us like crazy. The school's divided into two parts: regular school, where we're taught unnecessary subjects, and training, which involves climbing trees, shooting guns, and running at one pace to another for hours.
The hunters association is big, big enough to fund all the weird shit we do, to put it in simpler terms it's like a cult, where all the hunters (in this country) live in this big ass mansion, and the experience hunters ( the adults ) can leave and live out if they want but most stay for their kids and some don't. We're all given our own house, which is a room big enough to be a house within the mansion, and I live with my parents, my favorite people; well, my dad is my favorite person in the whole world, and my mom is there by default.
We had a team of 10 people that went on missions; the team number can be reduced to 5 depending on the pack and the number of warriors they had.
We usually do stakeouts, watching one pack for weeks; a month is the longest time we're allowed to observe a pack. There, we make our decision to attack or request for backup.
It's always another mission with this stupid place, missions upon missions, killing anything and everything that moves even if it was a cute little girl with ponytails, even if I didn't want to.
I'm good at what I do (at least I was), and my team is one of the best and greatly respected; people work hard just imagining one day they'll be a part of this great team.
Life was tasteless, and I had a lot of questions that usually went unanswered about werewolves, but as slow and empty as life felt, I couldn't complain; I worked hard to be able to kill those creatures and trained long and tirelessly. I was even a little bit proud of myself, until I wasn't, until my parents told me on my 17th birthday that we were retiring; I didn't even know such a word existed in our vocabulary.
I mean, my parents have been here long enough to retire, but why now, when I have accomplished so much when the only place left to go for me was up, and why were they making such an important decision for me? What was my worth if not killing wolves, what was my purpose for living if not for the organization? Normal school? With normal people, but I'm not normal, the color red stained my hands too much to be considered normal.
As our things were packed and as we got in the car and drove away, I was in a daze. This simply can't be true; I can't just stop being a wolf hunter again.
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
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."
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
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."