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From Pampered Princess To A Property

PROLOGUE;They always told me the world was my oyster. Turns out I was just the pearl….polished pretty for someone else's collection.My name is Lilith. And no, this isn't one of those stories where I'm the rejected mate crying in the rain. I don't do rain, it ruins the suede on my Birkin. I was the Alpha's darling, the Luna's pride. My biggest problems used to be deciding between the Porsche or the Range Rover for my nineteenth birthday.Then:I slammed my hand on my father's mahogany desk, my diamonds catching the light. "Daddy, you forgot to book the villa in Santorini! I'm literally going to die of embarrassment."He didn't even look up from his ledger. Just slid a black titanium card across the desk with that tired, practiced smile he always had. "Take the jet, Lilith. Buy the island if it makes you stop shouting. Just... be ready for the Gala next month. It's important."Now:I thought "important" meant a debutante ball. I didn't know it meant an auction block.I didn't know the

Punishment Begins Tonight

Lilith's POV One moment, I'm standing on the platform, the next, I'm being dragged out of the room. Vane doesn't lead me towards the red carpet at the main entrance or the hotel. Instead, he hauls me through the back service doors reserved for the workers, right past empty stacks of crates. His hand is tightened around my arm, nails digging into the soft skin of my elbow so hard it bruises.The air out here is disgusting, the stench of wet concrete and trash thick behind the building. It is a contrast from the perfume and flowers inside the room. “Ah! Let go! Vane! You're fucking hurting me!” I yell, my voice cracking. I glance at the kitchen staff, the ones I've always been nice to whenever I visit this hotel, tipping them more than they make in a month, but they won't even spare me a gaze. Their eyes are fixed on the floor; some scrubs the prep table as though their lives depend on it, their faces pale. They are terrified of him.Just then, my foot suddenly hits a piece of brok

Getting Married To The Devils

Lilith's POV The room is suffocating and hot, like it's about to explode. Heat stings on my skin, my heart ramming in my ribs so hard I can hardly think properly. The silk ties are still wrapped around Roman's fingers and Vane? I can feel his long, masculine hands wrapped around my hip, pulling me close to his crotch. Malakai is so close to me I can literally feel every beat of his heart; calm, scary. Just then, a sharp loud beep rings through the intercom on the wall. It's a normal, small sound but in this room, it's as loud as a gunshot. Malakai freezes. He doesn't growl, just stops dead in his movements. But those sharp, predator eyes of his doesn't soften. “Malakai, the great Genotype must not be bred in lust” the voice rings out through the speaker, it sounds like an old man's. The council. “No skin to skin contact until the Vows of Blood are exchanged tomorrow at dawn, the blood must be pure” For a second, nobody breathes. But, Roman then lets out a sharp, messy laugh as

Poison The Triad

Lilith's POV The sound of running water fills everywhere, echoing in the bathroom. Steam fills the air until it's almost heavy and thick, the scent of expensive jasmine clogging my nostrils…the kind my mother loved. But no matter how much perfume is poured, it still can't reduce the bitter, metallic stench of blood at the back of my nostrils….my mother's blood.At this moment, I feel empty, as though my consciousness has floated elsewhere, staring down at the maids as they mindlessly scrubbed the hell out of my skin. They don't even try to be gentle just keep scrubbing my legs so hard, the skin bruises, turning bright red. And each time they scrub the spot where her blood touched me earlier, I subconsciously flinched, the urge to scream out until I can't anymore rise. But unfortunately, my throat feels tight, as though I swallowed broken glass. I just gaze lifelessly at the mirror, my eyes lingering on the black diamonds choker. It still sits right on my neck; a wicked reminder

Door's Closed, Princess

Lilith's POVMy lips are still tingling from his thumb. It feels like a taste. As though I'm something to be sampled.And now I'm waiting for his heart to stop.“ Please, please, please let it work” I pray silently, my lips pressed tightly, eyes desperately scanning him for even the tiniest expression. But Malakai doesn't fall.His grip on my jaw tightens instead, it is bone crushing and relentless. I gasp, my fingers flying up to claw at his wrist but he doesn't even flinch. His breathing hitches, then turns into something else. A heavy, wet rattle that sounds like drowning.Oh no."Lilith..." His voice is a low, dangerous rasp. I feel it vibrate through his palm and into my skull. "What. Did. You. Fucking. Do?"My heart is hammering against my ribs so hard I think they might crack. "It... it was supposed to make you sleep." I can barely get the words out. His grip is stealing my air. "Sloane said….""Sloane lied, you pampered little bitch."Roman's voice cuts through the room like

The Brat and the Beasts

Lilith's POV The door slams shut behind us and the sound echoes through the room like a gunshot.My chest heaves. My knuckles are white as I grip the torn silk of my gown….the gown that cost more than most people's rent, the gown that's now ruined because of them.Three pairs of eyes stare at me in the dim light. Vane, the biggest one, is looming way too close. Roman is circling somewhere behind me like a predator playing with his food. And Malakai…Malakai….is just standing there by the window, his silver eyes fixed on my lips like he wants to devour me.No. No, no, no.I'm terrified. Absolutely terrified. My knees are shaking so bad I can barely stand. But terror doesn't shut me up. It never has. If anything, it makes my mouth run faster."Don't you dare touch me with those filthy hands, Vane." The words rip out of me before I can stop them. My voice is high, sharp, demanding...the voice I use on servants who disappoint me. "Do you have any idea how much this dress cost? My father w

The Helicopter's Sabotaged

Lilith's POV I have absolutely nothing to say.For the first time in my entire life, my mouth is completely empty of words. No bratty comeback. No demand to speak to a manager. No shrieking about my father or my money or my ruined dress.Just silence.Because there are hundreds of glowing red eyes in the darkness of this garage, and they're all looking at me.Sloane stands in front of them like a queen welcoming her guests. Her red lips are curved into that smile....that horrible, beautiful smile that used to belong to my friend. The friend who held my hair back when I drank too much champagne. The friend who told me my ex-boyfriend Jax was a loser who didn't deserve me."You look confused, Princess." She tilts her head, and the motion is so familiar it makes my stomach turn. "Did you really think I was here for you?"My knees shake. Malakai still has me slung over his shoulder like a sack of garbage, but I feel his body tense beneath me. His hand tightens on the back of my thigh."L

Months Alone

Lilith’s POVThe world stops making sense the moment the helicopter clips the first tree.I don't hear the crash. I feel it. Like someone slapped the entire sky and the sky slapped back. Metal screams. Glass explodes into a million tiny diamonds. And then I'm weightless for a second before something massive slams into me.It's Malakai.His body crushes me against the seat as the cabin rolls. I can't breathe. I can't see. All I smell is blood and fuel and the thick musk of his skin. My face is pressed into his chest and his arms are locked around me so tight I think my ribs might crack.The helicopter spins. Or flips. I can't tell anymore.I just hold on because letting go means dying and I'm too stubborn to die in a forest that smells like wet dirt and pinecones.Then everything stops.The silence hits harder than the crash.No engines, no gunfire. Just the drip of something liquid and the distant creak of twisted metal settling.I open my eyes.Everything is sideways. I'm still st

🔥🌶️🥵 Sing for me, Lilith (18+)

Lilith's POV I stumble through the heavy wooden door, shivering so hard my teeth chatter. The rain outside is a beast, howling against the stone walls, but in here it's just cold. Damp, miserable cold. I wrap my arms around myself, the remnants of my cloak clinging to my skin like a wet shroud."You're joking. This is it?" My voice comes out shriller than I want. I gesture at the single room, the rough-hewn walls, the massive bed piled with dark furs. "Where is the guest wing? Where is the hot water? I'm covered in dirt and I'm not sleeping on a pile of dead animals with you three."Malakai doesn't even look at me. He's unbuttoning his soaked shirt, his back to me, muscles flexing under his skin as he moves. The firelight catches the ridges of his shoulders, the scars that crisscross his spine. He tosses the shirt onto a wooden chair."There is no guest wing, Lilith. There's one bed because we're a Triad. And you're sleeping in it because I'm not letting you freeze to death befor

🥵🌶️🔥The Devil’s Feast

Lilith's POV The fur beneath my back is scratchy as hell, and the cold stone walls of this cabin are doing nothing to cool down the fire raging under my skin. My wrists are pinned above my head in Vane’s massive grip, and Roman has my ankles locked down like I weigh nothing. The only thing I can move is my mouth.So I use it.“You can’t just do this,” I babble, my chest heaving so hard my tits are practically spilling out of the torn silk top I wore to that stupid gala. “This fur hasn’t been dry cleaned. You haven’t even bought me dinner, Malakai. This is practically—“A dark, ragged laugh cuts me off. Malakai is hovering over me, his body blocking out the firelight. I feel his cock against my thigh. It’s thick. Heavy. Hot. And very, very hard.“Dinner?” He grips my jaw with one hand, his fingers digging into my cheeks until my lips pucker. His gray eyes are wild, pupils blown wide. “You’re the meal, Lilith.”I want to snap back some bratty retort. Something about his mother and his

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