Franken Ender In A Mary Shelley Novel

To save the merfolk from slaughter, I seduced the vampire lord himself-Lazarus. He still loved me after all. For three days and three nights, he drowned himself in my body, unwilling to let me out of his arms for even a second. I roused from the haze of fleeting bliss, only to have a searing, corrosive liquid poured mercilessly over my head. "You with eternal healing can taste the sting of agony？" "Yet your trivial suffering pales in comparison to the loss of my kin you brought upon me. It is nothing at all!" "This is merely the beginning. Refuse to reveal where my parents lie hidden, and you shall never break free from this castle." He was convinced that I alone had destroyed everything he held dear. Holding the entire merfolk’s lives hostage, he confined me within the castle. Time and again, he tore open my chest by force, wrenching out my pearl of the mer, feeding its essence to Isolde to mend her frail flesh. He condemned me to sleepless nights, forcing me to cleanse the filth he left behind. Barefoot, I was made to dance the mermaid’s lament upon razor-sharp silver blades, writhing in pain to lull Isolde into slumber. Later, Isolde feigned a pregnancy. Driven by false tenderness for her, Lazarus took to slicing chunks of my immortal mermaid flesh with cold blades, brewing them into nourishing potions for her. Hatred for me burned deep in his bones, yet whenever I was on the brink of death, he would still force his own blood down my throat to keep me alive. "You presume too much on my lingering love for you, choosing silence over the truth, do you not? Aurora… tell me, what became of my parents?" I endured in silence, bearing witness to his love torn between hatred and longing. Soon, I would no longer need to guard that fatal secret. For a mermaid who dwells on land for three years shall wither and perish, severed from the sea that gives her life. Only three days remained until my final breath.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cruel hand on her skin. Two souls are now trapped in one body. One is terrified and innocent. The other is the woman who wrote this hell into existence. Valdman sees only his enemy’s daughter to destroy. But as hatred ignites into something far more fatal, Helena realizes the terrifying truth: The beast she created is ready to ruin her to the end of the earth. This isn’t a story anymore. This is her new reality. Read Bound by the Monster I Created

Bronwen James has a complicated life. She lives in a small Massachusetts town with her Dad and her older brother, Alec. Her Dad is quiet notorious around town, but not for any reason that's good. He's known as the town drunk who killed his wife. Bronwen is known around school as the chunky, nerdy girl with the weird name and drunk murderer for a father. Life is hell. Add in an intense, long time crush on a guy who only pays attention to her when he's telling her what's wrong with her body. Things change when she meets the new kids at school. A dangerously sexy bad boy and his overly friendly sister. There is something strange about the pair, but she can't place what is off about them. But when her new friend offers to give her a makeover, to make her the kind of girl no guy can resist, how far is she willing to take it? Bronwen wants to get the boy, but she's beginning to wonder which boy she wants. The sexy bad boy or her brother's best friend? When she becomes the vampire's project, how far will they take it? Will she trade in her average life to become a vampire herself?

Esteria, the queen of the northern human kingdom, was finally getting married to the vampire prince of her dreams. What began as a treaty between their two kingdoms had blossomed into a courtship where she had truly fallen in love. Life was perfect until darkness cast its shadow over her happiness. Her beloved vampire betrayed her, delivering a fatal blow. With her last breath, she made a desperate deal with a Demon God. "You will have to become my mate to gain the power to exact your revenge," he whispered in her ear, sending a shock through her dying body. This Demon God was not only breathtakingly gorgeous and immensely powerful, but he was also dangerously seductive. Now, he was offering her a deal that promised both vengeance and peril. Esteria’s mind was a storm of grief and fury. Could she handle the Demon God’s insatiable desires and the deadly power that came with their pact? Or would she be consumed by the chaotic demands of this new, dark world? "I will kill both of them. I will draw their last breath with my sword and burn their bodies with my fury," she vowed, her determination as fierce as the hellfire she now wielded.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I nestled in the arms of my vampire husband, Alaric, and offered my neck to his lingering kisses. My breath caught as my hand fumbled in my pocket for the pregnancy test crystal. It glowed faintly, showing a clear positive result. I planned to reveal my pregnancy as my final surprise for the night: we were going to have a half-vampire child of our own. Alaric's confidant, Roman, grinned suggestively and asked in the Old Tongue of the Kindred: "Your Highness, and what of your childhood friend, the beautiful pureblood Elise? Does she satisfy you?" Alaric's mocking laughter rumbled against my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied in the same Old Tongue: "Like fire, wild and intensely hot. The harder you bite, the sweeter she yields." His fingertip was still tracing the bite marks on my neck, but his gaze was far away. "Just be sure to keep this quiet. I'd be ruined if my dear wife found out." The clansmen chuckled, raising their blood-filled goblets to pledge their secrecy. The warmth in my blood ran to ice. They had forgotten. Born of a noble human line that had intermarried with the Kindred for generations, I was fluent in their Old Tongue. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect hostess's smile plastered on my face, but the hand gripping my glass began to tremble. Alaric probably thought that if I found out, I would cry and demand to know why he treated me this way, just as I had before. But what he didn't know was that this time, everything was different. The marriage contract was void. I sent a message to my father: "Father, I've lost the bet. I am coming home to inherit the family estate."

"I, Blake Blackwood, future Alpha of the Moon Crest Pack, reject you, Elena Reynolds, as my fated mate." Blake’s rejection should have broken her, but Elena’s used to pain. Her entire pack despises her. She killed her parents, she’s a monster. The only person who was supposed to love her just crushed her heart. But Elena is no ordinary wolf. She’s a hybrid; half Warlock, half Werewolf and the universe isn’t done with her yet. Then there’s Asher. God, Asher! The brooding warlock with a dangerous charm that makes her pulse race. His kiss melts her. His touch has her gasping for more. One brush of his fingers, and Elena is consumed. The heat between them? Unstoppable. But with everything that’s at stake, she can’t afford to get lost in him. Asher isn’t just a temptation, he’s a damn threat. As Elena uncovers the power she’s meant to wield, she’s torn. Should she save the pack that rejected her, or give in to the exciting temptation of the warlock who might just end up ruining her?