Ugc Stride

Holly is on the run, she knows the Chasers track her by night. To stay ahead of them she needs to push herself far away from where she has been resting.Her cabbit companion is at her side willing to help, but things get strange when a new person arrives and tells Holly that she has an important fate. Holly takes this news in stride until she finds out the Chasers have been sent to deliver her to one of the four horsemen.Fortunately for Holly, her spirit seems to draw some of the Chasers to her side, but will her kind spirit be enough when all four horsemen descend to try to capture her, and even worse when the King of Hell himself sets his sights on her?

"You are mine!" Salvatore roared, taking a big stride toward Hazel's small figure, but a smirk was plastered on that figure's face. "I, Hazel Sinclair thereby reject you Maddox, or sorry should I say, Salvatore…." Her words were left hanging, as Salvatore tightened his fist stopping her from breathing. "I won't permit you to reject me, you are alive because I gave you the chance, so don't push your limit," Hazel finds herself in a tragic situation where her parents are killed, and she and her twin sister are enslaved by one of their rivals on the day that was to be one of her happy moments. Hazel lived all her life as a slave till she met the one who was the cause of her misfortune. But weirdly he wanted her heart, but Hazel was bent on destroying him. He allows her to train so hard so she can defeat him, why? Because she is his fated mate. He wanted her but she loathed him.

For six years of marriage, Cyran Valehart and I lived with measured respect, as if we were partners holding the same scale in perfect balance. For the sake of my equestrian career, I refused to have children. He shouldered the gossip, endured the judgment, and stood beside me without hesitation. But when I rode into what should have been my final international competition, he went back home with his first love—her hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. "All these years, you chose the horses over me," he spat. "That damned competition meant more to you than our family ever did." His voice shook with righteous anger, but his next words cut far deeper. "Six years ago, I abandoned Celia once. Now she carries my child. I won't betray her again." In that instant, my marriage became nothing but a title. I was reduced to a wife in name only, a figurehead in his home, a shadow he no longer cared to see. During the very competition meant to crown my life's work, Cyran laced a sharp needle beneath my saddle, each stride of my horse a fresh stab of pain meant to break us both. I lost the match. My horse collapsed with a shattered leg. And in that fall, my dream and my marriage were crushed together—ruined by the very man who once swore to protect them. Later, he paid with everything he had, desperate to make amends. But no matter what he sacrificed, Cyran Valehart was already behind me, nothing more than a ghost I would never turn to face again.

“Please Sir, don't divorce me. I will do whatever you want, but not a divorce.” Carolyn pleaded desperately with the man that everything about him was screaming danger.  She was taken aback by the coldness the man was exuding when he turned to face her. His eyes held so much darkness that she flinched. All her senses awoke blaring alarm bells in her head to get away, but to where? She had been walking helplessly in the street after she discovered her aunt's cruel intentions towards her on her wedding day. Until that young man mistook her as the bride of this man and brought her to the altar to marry this man who is scaring the living daylights out of her. He took a slow stride to her, held her chin with his index finger making her eyes meet his, and said. “Little bunny, you did not only trick my assistant into believing you're my bride, but you're also asking for a favor?“ “I'd like to sound a note of warning. Being my wife means you're ready to stay in my hell. You seem too fragile to be in my abyss, you might die, and there's no going back once you're in. Are you still willing?". He asked. “Yes, I am willing. In exchange, you'll have to protect me from my aunt and her goons.” She boldly declared. The man squirted his eyes at the little bunny in front of him for whatever reason, she was the most audacious woman he had ever come across and a devilish smile curled up his lips and said. “STRIP AND PLEASURE YOURSELF WIFEY.” And Carolyn's jaws dropped. Did she make the right decision by entering into a deal with the devil?  Will she regret her actions? READ TO FIND OUT. 

What happens when the past comes back to haunt you... but prettier? --- Eleven years ago, Anastasia Hayes ran from Pack Eviscera with blood on her hands and guilt burning in her throat, swearing she'd bury the past beneath ambition and cold distance. Now a rising lawyer with power in her stride and secrets buried underneath a cold exterior, Ana thinks she's untouchable. Until her heat hits, wrong place, worst time, in a hotel room far from home. Desperate and delirious, she does the unthinkable. She marks a Dominant Alpha. A stranger. In a world where Omegas are silenced, sold, and shamed, claiming an Alpha could get her killed or worse… claimed back. But what she doesn't know is: The Alpha isn’t a stranger. He’s the one person she was never meant to touch. The boy she left behind, now a man; and not just any man, but the Bratva’s king. What could possibly go wrong? Right? *** “Tit for tat peaches.” he murmured, dragging his thumb over my bottom lips, “You let me do what I want, where I want it, how I want it, and I'll do what you ask.” My breath hitched, “What are you talking about? You know I can't…” Hermes sighed and began to turn away, “Deals off then.” “Wait!” I grabbed his hand before he could make another step. “Hermes…let's bargain okay…?” He grinned, leaned in so the heat of his breath brushed my ear, “No can't do, Peaches…” his fingers slipped under my waistband. I whimpered. “Now I get to ruin you back.”

I watched as a smug smirk formed on the corner of his lips, my heart breaking into a million pieces as my enemy triumphed over my pain. He then stride towards a cloth, using it to wipe his bloody palm, he didn't give me a reply; not yet. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of moments, he speaks up. “You would bear my heir” he replies as though it's the most casual thing to say. “And your opinion is irrelevant” ******* Iskander Damaris stood at the edge of a dark forest, his golden eyes burning with hunger. Calyx Vale's scent was etched in his mind, a fire in his blood. She was a rare-blooded she-wolf, the only kind who could bear an Alpha's heir - his heir. Her scent lingered, and a cruel smile spread across his lips. He'd spent years searching, destroying packs, and now he'd finally found her.