12 Years A Slave Novel Pdf

The kindom of Silver Aisles has been in an ongoing war with the King of the werewolves. Their two kingdoms have collided for years, only to get even more worse after the werewolf King Arthur, killed Prince Viktor’s entire family on their way home from a ball and captured him, who is now the Lycan King. 2 years after Viktor was captured by the werewolf kingdom, he escaped and retaliated by kidnapping the werewolf King’s only child, Princess Violette. King Viktor named Violette his slave and plans to use her to torture her Father. But as time goes on, Viktor begins to grow feelings for her.. and with news of his mating curse, Viktor thinks maybe the war might come to end. An ending where he has a Queen.

The nights in Vicente were a coexistence of order and gunfire. Tonight was the wedding, ten years overdue, between Anthony Oliver, the don of the Oliver mafia family, and Mabel Samson, the woman who had stood beside him through bloodshed, betrayals, and underworld wars. A top-tier luxury hotel had been cleared by the family's soldati. Below them glittered a sea of city lights; above them bloomed fireworks commissioned for the future Donna alone. The man known for his ruthlessness knelt on one knee with a rare diamond ring, his eyes filled with rare tenderness. "Mabel," he said, "you walked through hell at my side. Let me give you peace for the rest of your life." It seemed that all the sacrifices and patience had finally led somewhere. However, just as Mabel's fingers were about to touch the ring, a piercing scream came from above. "Don't! Anthony! Save me!" That single cry drew all of Anthony's attention away. The girl was not unfamiliar to Mabel. Two years earlier, Anthony's twin brother had been tortured to death by a rival mafia family while covering his retreat. His body was never recovered. And Cheryl Reyes was the fiancée he had protected with his life. Mabel watched as the man she loved abandoned everything without hesitation and ran toward another woman. She stepped forward and tried to stop him. "Don't go. The wedding isn't over." However, when their eyes met, the Don accused her coldly of being heartless and selfish. And in that moment, Mabel felt tired. Perhaps it was time, just once, to choose herself over the Family.

In the world of werewolves, how can a pathetic human girl survive? Unexpectedly, I am chosen as the future Alpha’s slave. Oh, my handsome and sadistic master, how should I love you?

After Brenda loses her parents, in an unfortunate incident, her royalty is thrown into the trash. She becomes a slave to the Alpha of the Rising Moon Pack. Brenda is determined to avenge her parent's death, but how can she do that as a slave? When she turns 18, she finds out her mate, Jack, is the next alpha of the Red Moon Pack. He was a rude and uncouth womanizer, and even though Brenda is desperate to upgrade her identity, she doesn't want to be a Luna to someone like him. What happens when Jake decides she is only fit to be his partner and Brenda rejects the proposal? She has only put herself in more trouble. What happens when she is paired with another Alpha, the noblest of bloodlines, who, however, doesn't want a mate, but only someone to present to his mother? Was she going to be rejected a second time? Will the Moon Goddess present her with another opportunity? Can she ever even get her parents' death? How Cruel is Fate?

In a world where rogues, if captured, are sold as slaves to the pack wolves, life seems like it's about to get worse for ten year old Nadia whose rogue camp was recently torn apart by slavers. Separated from her family, Nadia finds herself purchased by the next Alpha of the Red Moon Pack who is five years older than her. The Red Moon pack isn't known for its kindness and is instead known for its strength, fierceness, and overall dominance over other packs. Nadia expects her master to be cruel to her, but instead he’s nice and treats her well. While cold at first over the years Maddox learns to open his heart to his slave and build a bond with her, after all she is special to him, but only he knows why. The other slaves and servants of the packhouse bully Nadia for her special treatment and do everything they can to make her life miserable. The Alpha's mother and uncle don't like her and don't like how the pretty rogue slave. They thinks she distracts him finding his mate. Eight years later, Maddox is Alpha of the pack after his father was killed in a war against another pack several years ago. Now, that Nadia is eighteen it's time for Maddox to claim his slave. While others think he is bedding his slave for fun or as a breeder, it's much more than that because his slave is his mate and he will be demanded if anyone else has her, but him. No one knows how valuable Nadia is and who she is to the Alpha, but when the truth comes out everything changes. Will his family stop him from claiming her as his mate and if so how far will they go?

To save my Mother. "You're just my Slave, Olivia." I gasped at his words, those words subsisted enough to shatter me to pieces. But what should I do with it? I am nothing. "But... you tell me those words! You tell me you love me!" "I don't love you. I will never love you." River said with cold eyes. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide, I came back to the reality, where I was fooling myself. "Olivia Avery De Honor." She's the woman who can take everything just to save her Mother, but how long she will last just by saving her Mother? That's where, "River Ax Hanahaki" came. He is the most ruthless person you've ever met. He only wants pleasure that woman gave to him. River will make her life living hell as the pleasure comes but, What If he unfolded the secret of Olivia? Would everything change?

At my best friend's wedding, a girl lunged forward and caught the bouquet—only for it to slip from her hands and land squarely in my arms. My best friend, Lauren Walker, beamed at me. "Madison, looks like you're the next bride." The guests exchanged knowing glances and turned toward my boyfriend of eight years—Mason Ryder, the CEO of the Ryder Group. But he calmly plucked the bouquet from my hands and casually passed it to the girl standing beside me—his secretary, Natalie Carter. "She caught it first." He ruffled my hair, his voice gentle. "Be good. Give it back to Natalie for now. We'll wait for the next time." The spotlight—and the guests' attention—shifted with the bouquet, settling on Natalie. I looked at her startled yet shy expression, then rested a hand on my stomach and forced a bitter smile. Mason didn't know there wouldn't be a next time. Our eight-year promise had already come to an end, and we still hadn't taken the step into marriage. And I had already promised my parents, who were royalty, that next week, I would leave and return to Montelvia to inherit the family legacy.

As I was cleaning up the house, I noticed something had fallen out of the cabinet my wife always kept locked tight. I remembered Megan's constant warnings. "That cabinet holds all our family's important records. If anything gets lost, there's no getting it back. Just leave it alone and don't touch it." Worried something valuable might have fallen out, I rushed to pick it up. But what I found was a thick stack of remittance slips. From forty years ago to now, every month, my wife had been sending money to the same account. And that's when it hit me. My wife had been lying to me. The money I'd been pouring into this family had been flowing right out, into the hands of someone else.

I had been in love with Anton Stark for fifteen years, and it was always sweet until another woman appeared. He began to act distant and used every trick to force me into a divorce. I clung to him desperately, even though I was battered and bruised, hoping he would change his mind. But eventually, I woke up. Some relationships should come to an end.

My husband threw me into the crocodile pit to help his childhood sweetheart, who was a KOL, gain popularity. To make the live stream more realistic, he personally tossed bait at me. “Have you not eaten? My grandma can run faster than you!” He watched as I bled from my abdomen, believing I was just pretending to be pitiful. When I asked for a divorce, he kicked me to the ground. “Since you love pretending to be pitiful to ask for a divorce, why didn’t you just let the crocodile kill you?” I handed him a medical report. “My child died because of you. Does this count as pretending to be pitiful?”