Romans & histoires Among Us Monster

When I'm seven months pregnant, my mate, Kayden Booker, brings me to a celebratory party hosted in the Darkwind pack. Vera Walker, a Beta warrior, purposefully splashes red wine onto my gown. She also accuses me of smelling like a Rogue. I shove her away, only for her to collapse to the floor. Kayden immediately picks Vera up before slapping me in the face. "You're just a plaything to warm my bed, and yet you have the gall to touch what's mine?" That night, the video of me doing a lap dance while heavily pregnant is projected to the pack's public monitor, all thanks to Vera. The comment section is filled with the wolves' lewd chuckles and mocking comments. As I hide outside the door, I listen to Kayden and his subordinates' conversation. "She's just a human being who's meant to carry my pup. I'm going to abandon her when I get sick of her." "Only the Moon Goddess knows if that pup inside her womb is a bastard pup or what." "Vera is right. Women like her should be groomed." The wolves laugh among themselves. "Alpha Kayden, that woman sure is hot! Will you give her to us and let us have a taste?" Kayden replies icily, "Once she gives birth to that wretched pup, you can do whatever you want to her." Laughter fills the conference hall once again. I pull out the silver dagger that I've been tucking under my pillow. Then, I scratch out the countdown timer on my calendar.

I am Lyra Ashfang, a slim, four-foot-five werewolf freak and the only Psi mutant of the Ashfang Moon Pack. When my treacherous family cuts off the life-support crystals keeping my vegetative Omega mother alive, I am forced to make a lethal deal with the devil: take my cousin's place in a forced blood covenant and bind myself to the royal family of the Nightbane Crimson Dominion. Everyone in Ebonhaven knows the rumors surrounding Prince Cassius Nightbane. They say a brutal battle left the massive, five-foot-ten vampire prince crippled, confined to an obsidian wheelchair, and that a dark madness has turned him into a vicious, bloodthirsty monster who shreds his bed partners to pieces. But the moment I stand at the altar of the Blood Moon Covenant Hall, my heart stops dead. The muscular predator sitting in that chair—always wearing a single leather glove and holding a smoldering cigarette between his fingers—is the exact same healthy, lethal vampire who cornered me in the dark alleys of the Crimson Noble Quarter half a moon ago. The one who left me bruised, gasping, and desperately marked against the brick wall. He claims his lower body is entirely dead to the world, yet his dark, dominant gaze tells a completely different story. Trapped inside the cold walls of the Nightbane Crimson Citadel, I must navigate a dangerous web of royal council betrayals, deadly territory wars, and an intoxicating, primal attraction that threatens to consume us both. He is supposed to be my ruin, but as the blood moon rises, I realize this crippled monster might be the only one capable of keeping me alive.

She burned the vampire no human could touch. Now he’s obsessed. Mireya boss is a monster with fangs. Her abusive husband is a monster with fists. She’s trapped between choosing the lesser monster

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by. The other players all chose to die of old age, or peacefully in their sleep like a baby. I turned my phone to face the boss. "My fans think you're hot," I stammered. "They want me to be killed by... well, by the weapon between your legs. They said 'deeply.' Is that... an option?" The other players whispered among themselves. “This woman must have a death wish.” “Just watch. The Boss is about to tear her to shreds.” But no one expected the Boss to blush.

Some connections are impossible to ignore. Forty unforgettable stories bring together strangers, friends, rivals, and soulmates whose lives change with a single unexpected encounter. From the neighbor who becomes far more important than expected to the successful businessman whose carefully ordered world is turned upside down, each story explores the challenges of following the heart when circumstances say otherwise. Secrets are revealed. Loyalties are tested. Hearts are broken and healed. Along the way, ordinary people discover extraordinary connections that challenge everything they thought they knew about love, trust, and destiny. And when the moon rises, another kind of story begins. Among these tales are journeys into a world where fate guides every step and powerful bonds connect souls across generations. In these stories, courage, loyalty, and love must overcome fear, prejudice, and impossible odds. Filled with emotion, suspense, hope, and unforgettable characters, this collection celebrates the many ways love can find us when we least expect it. Forty stories. Forty journeys. Forty chances to believe in love. Open the first page and discover where the heart leads.

SYNOPSIS Connor rejected me like I was nothing. Two years together. Gone with a few cold words and my stepsister tangled in his sheets. Then my life got worse. My mother was dying of cancer. My father refused to help. And the only man powerful enough to save her was Rafael Belmont, Connor’s older half-brother. The ruthless Alpha Chairman. Billionaire. Monster in an expensive suit. The same man I’d secretly wanted for years. I went to Rafael asking for a job. Instead, he offered me a contract. Marriage. One year. In exchange for saving my mother’s life. It should’ve been simple. Fake marriage. Revenge. Rules. But Rafael Belmont doesn’t kiss like a man pretending. Doesn’t touch like a man playing games. And the darker the secrets around us become, the more I realize this marriage was never fake to begin with. I thought Connor breaking me was the worst thing that could happen. Until Rafael decided I was his.

Four years ago, my twin and I planned to run away from the pack together. She never showed up, so I took off alone. Since then, I often venture near the borders to check if I would see her, but I've had no luck. Just when I decide to disappear and never go near the pack again, I meet my mate. He's none other, but Alpha Jett, the new leader of the Night Storm. The same pack that I escaped from. I'm not under any illusion that he could make me Luna of the pack he snatched out of the hands of my monster of a father. Not even when he willingly reunites me with my twin. But when I attempted to reject him to be free from the bond, I did not expect to get labeled defiant and be thrown in prison. Then, his Luna-to-be tries to kill me. Now, the full moon has passed, which means waiting another twenty-eight days for Alpha Jett to release me from the mate bond. I refuse to wait in prison and be tormented by the scent of my fated mate on the she-wolf who tried to kill me. So I plan another escape. With help from those whom I believe are on my side, I gain my freedom again. When the time comes for us to break the bond, Alpha Jett will surely find me. He always does. But one of us will die before I let him take me captive again to his accursed pack!

My boyfriend tells me he's a monster in a game, but I think he's lying. What monster would have washboard abs and defined obliques? And what monster would keep asking me for hugs and kisses? Everything changes when I end up in a survival game one day. I'm stuck in a dark, cold ocean when the main boss of the game, a scary tentacled monster, entangles me in its grasp. When it speaks, the voice is gentle and familiar. "Kiss me, Ara."

“I want to please you, Angioletto. Teach me how to please you.” I whisper. He steps forward and crouches down, his hand cradling my face. “Be careful what you wish for, Munchkin, girls like you shouldn’t concern yourselves with pleasing insatiable men like me.” She’s his breath of fresh air. He’s the reason he lives. Angiolettto’s mission was clear. Go to Dumont Augustin’s province, and wipe out his entire generation. But Angioletto failed. He failed because a beautiful five foot two, brown eyed girl crossed his path and brought him alive in a way he’s unable to explain. He’s a monster, her monster, the monster whose heart is captured by a nineteen year old girl. And for Oceane, he’s her monster, a monster who saved her life, a monster whom she takes a risk with and gives her heart to.

"I do not know whether to put a bullet in your head or fuck the life out of you Ms. Vaccarelli.." It is often said that if you treat someone like a monster they will eventually become a monster, despite their true nature and past. What if you treat a monster like an angel.. what if you treat darkness with light, will that change the past?