Lyche

Caily Galileo believes everyone can change, everyone can become an angel. Everyone except Pietro Giacometti. He is a damned monster who will never change. And not his devilishly charming smiles that are only ever directed to her can change her opinion of him. Pietro Giacometti knows what he wants and what belongs to him and Caily Galileo belongs to him. He has been away from her for years but it is now time Caily knows and accepts that she can only ever belong to one man, Pietro Giacometti... MINE PEACHES NOTE: If you have read any of my books in the past, then you'd know my male leads kill and things can get a little bit dark but this particular book might be darker than all my previous books. Pietro Giacometti is an obsessed man who will do anything and everything to be with Caily even if it's the most unhinged thing ever. He is dark and wild. This book, however does not contain non consensual sex or rape in any form. Thank you for choosing to read 'MINE, PEACHES'. Trigger warnings: Stalking, obsession, explicit violence, BDSM.

A life of wickedness and uncertainty. Born to enjoy peace but get the bitter version of what she hoped for now reborn for revenge.  After her first life was unfair to her, Lyra gets another chance to do it all over. Betrayed by her husband and best friend, even her unborn child wasn't saved, dying inside her mother. And now Lyra  has the chance to fix it all by getting revenge. In her last life, she had trusted the wrong person. She even went against her whole family and believed the false information that her 'best friend' had been feeding her, just to be with this one person she loved. This time, Lyra vows to do it better. To get her revenge on her husband and her best friend. She won't make the mistake of falling in love ever again. What happens when she catches the attention of the famous ruthless lycan king? What happens when their paths become intertwined in such a way that she can't undo it? Can she still stand firm and have her revenge? Or when the secrets rear up their ugly heads, will she be able to survive?

A teenage boy who becomes alpha and king at such a young age. He has power that another werewolf would never have it. The Lycan. But he can't control the Lycan monster in his body. Before he turns eight teens, he has to be able to control it, or that monster will control him, and Lyall will lose forever. At that critical moment, he knows that only his mate can save him and make him control his Lycan by killing his mate. What will he choose? Will he choose to kill his mate or kill her to not lose himself?

They call me the Heir-Eater. I was meant to be an heir, but everything changed the night I was born. My father, Alpha Cedric, and my pack expected twin heirs. Instead, they found only me. A single child. A girl. A disappointment. They accused me of eating my twin before he could take his first breath. They said I stole his life. The pack that once celebrated my existence turned its back on me. They say I am cursed. My Father stripped me of my name, my status, and my right to belong. Instead of an Alpha’s daughter, He condemned me to a life of slavery. But they were wrong about me. I was never the curse. I am the warning. I am Lyra, the Heir-Eater. And my story is only beginning.

Lyca, a hybrid born to a wolf mother and a vampire father, lived a life of quiet despair. Ostracized by both worlds, she was powerless and frail, a constant reminder of her imperfection. Then came Zack, the conceited grandson of the most powerful clan leader, who was smitten with Lyca, making her the envy of every girl. Their jealousy fueled a fire of hatred, leading to Lyca’s tragic demise. Damon, a vampire friend, resurrected her, not as the frail hybrid she once was, but as a creature of immense power. Every powerful creature she bit transferred their abilities to her, making her a living arsenal. This transformation made her a target, a treasure trove of potential, coveted by both wolves and vampires. The vampire king, awakened by Lyca’s potent blood, was drawn to her, not by her power, but by something far more primal, something ancient and forbidden. His fear of her existence, her ability to disrupt the ancient balance between vampires and wolves, fueled his desire for her destruction. Now, hunted by both wolves and the vampire king, Lyca was alone, feared, and forced to confront the tapestry of betrayal and power woven into her world. Her transformation was just the beginning. She had a choice: succumb to the darkness, or rise above it, a beacon of strength against the shadows. The power within her blood was a double-edged sword, capable of both salvation and doom. Would she trust herself? Would she rise as a legend, or fall prey to her own power? Lyca's story, one of survival, defiance, and the power of her very existence, was far from over.

“You said if I would be a ‘good boy’ and listen to you like a pet would, then you would give me a reward, it’s time to claim that,” he said, his voice husky from the suppressed anger. Wounding an arm around my waist as he tightened his hold in possessiveness and lust. “Don’t overstep your bounds you are just my pet.” I murmured trying to fight the tingles. “Yes and also your mate.” When Lycia, a witch brings home an injured wolf only to find it to be a lycan, she must save him from her mother who hates their species. What is worse is that the said lycan remembers nothing about itself and claims to be her mate. If her mother was to know this he would be killed for sure! Even if she was to overcome the obstacles of her mother’s hatred and somehow get her to like the lycan the already looming danger of something more sinister over her life stops her from committing to any relationship, no matter how sexy/cute the man is. With the insistent Lycan wishing to be her mate, her mother’s anger like a knife to their throat and some ominous magic wishing her dead, how will Lycia manage to go through this storm? “Tell me that you ing like it and plead me to let you cum. That is your punishment for torturing me there!” He gritted out once again but when I didn’t say anything he curled his fingers inside and said, “Just admit that you need me to get off and I’ll let you cum!” “No, I will not beg you,” I said but when I felt him take out one finger the loss I felt inside was greater than I imagined.