Angela On For Better Or Worse

"How can I be mated to two creatures? Not just any, both a vampire and a wolf?." Alpha Muriel screamed at heedah in a bid to vent her pain and anger. "It's not about screaming now Riel, it's about chosing. The priestess has giving you two options, be quick to grab the best." Heedah admonished nonchalantly but there was still that hint of worry and sadness. "I feel so cursed right now. Why does it have to be me? Why does the cruelest things always befall me? I try my best to be a good leader and Alpha but all I got in return is pain." Alpha Muriel cried out.

Maya runs away from home, escaping an arranged marriage to an unfamiliar city-Chicago. Attacked and robbed of everything, she's left with nothing-no money, no safety, no hope. When a strip club poster catches her eye, Maya makes a decision: one night on stage could earn her enough for a room, maybe even a way to survive. Instead, she meets Roman Volkov. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Roman is the Mafia boss who owns the city's underworld. He makes her an offer: one night with him, and she'll have more money than she knows what to do with. It should be simple. Just a deal. Just one night in Chicago with a man she'll never see again. But when the sun rises, Maya learns the truth: No one spends just one night with Roman Volkov.

‎Olivia Hughes never expected to marry a Logan. The same family that destroyed her father, stole their wealth, and left her mother sick and broken. But when her boss gives her an impossible choice - marry Aiden Logan or watch her family lose everything all over again - she has no choice but to say yes. ‎ ‎Aiden Logan doesn't want a wife. He doesn't want anyone close enough to hurt him, not after his mother abandoned him and his father turned love into a weapon. But when his father forces this marriage on him, he finds himself trapped with a woman who looks at him like he's the enemy - because to her, he is. ‎ ‎Two people bound by a contract neither wanted. Two families connected by betrayal and blood. Living under one roof, fighting every day, hiding their wounds behind sharp words and sharper stares. But when secrets start surfacing, when old betrayals come to light, and when hatred slowly cracks open to reveal something neither expected - Olivia and Aiden must decide if some contracts are worth breaking, and if some enemies are worth loving. ‎ ‎In a game of audacity meets audacity, the only rule is: don't fall in love. ‎ ‎But rules were made to be broken. ‎

On the fateful day my asthma struck, Lucas was with his first love, Ariana, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon.  He clutched my life-saving medicine, a lifeline that would soon slip through his fingers.  As I lay trapped in the shadows, I witnessed his desperation, his frantic calls echoing in the void when he discovered the shocking news of my pregnancy.  In that moment, everything changed. From that day forward, he became the guardian at my grave, a silent testament to a love that transcended even death.

Ever since when he was young, Alexander would get glimpse of his past life. Every night he would get to see what his past life was. Sometimes in a form of dreams and sometimes in a form of nightmare. He would dream about a life he shared with his mate in his past life. He would dream about his tragic death . What will happen when he will meet that same omega in this life too? Will he be able to change their love story from tragic ending to happy ending?

At my coming-of-age party, Dad told me to choose one of the three boys I had grown up with to marry into the family. The first to step back was my childhood friend, the boy who had grown up with me in the orphanage. The second was the bodyguard’s son, who had once taken three knife wounds for me. He shook his head without hesitation. As for the man I was supposed to marry through a family alliance, the same man who had held me just yesterday and promised he would never marry anyone but me, he looked at me with open ridicule. “Mr. Deen, isn’t this a bit too much? Everyone knows Emma was kidnapped for more than ten years. Those kidnappers were insane. Who knows what they might’ve done? I’m not about to marry damaged goods. If you’re really serious about an alliance, why not marry your other daughter, Isabella, to me instead? Someone like Emma is only suited for men who live in the shadows.” He glanced around the room, then pulled a boy from the corner—a quiet young man who had been standing there with his head lowered. Together with the other two, he laughed as they shoved me straight into the boy’s arms. “What a perfect match!” one of them jeered. “The used goods and a bastard son!” What was supposed to be a grand ceremony to choose my husband turned into a public humiliation for me alone. Later, they told me the reason they had done it was all part of a little game with Isabella. “As long as Bella is happy, we can honor our promises to you afterward.” They all assumed I would do what I had always done before—swallow the humiliation and shamelessly continue following them around. However, this time, I didn’t want to humiliate myself anymore, because I was indeed getting married, and the groom was the very man they pushed into my arms earlier that night. As for Isabella and their little game, I wasn’t playing along anymore.

On a trip to Chicily, my wife, Rosa Stone, and her first love, Jack Cud, insisted on feeding wild, starving wolves. I simply reminded them, "You might attract more hungry wolves." They turned on me, calling me a heartless monster. In the end, I was right. A pack of wolves really did show up. They circled the car, watching us hungrily. Jack was bitten by one. To my surprise, Rosa kicked me out of the car, yelling, "Jack is hurt! He needs to be taken to the hospital! Distract the wolves, I'll come back for you!" I watched them drive away, leaving me behind, surrounded by hungry wolves closing in from all sides. My heart sank. But, Rosa forgot one thing—I was a great Wolvesmith.

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?”

"I'm tired of being lonely now. I'm tired!" Andrew screamed to no one in particular. "I have money, I have houses, cars and everything a man could wish for but I want one thing now. Just one thing. A family. A family to love and that will love me back." Andrew is a man who's lost his way. He's made a bet with an old woman to find a family who loves him by Christmas or he'll lose a mysterious prize. But Andrew has no idea where to start. May June is a single mother struggling to provide for her brother and daughter. She's determined to give them a good life, but she's afraid that her ex-husband will try to take her daughter away from her. As the holiday season approackhes, both Andrew and May June must face their fears and fight for the things they love. Can they overcome their challenges and find happiness?

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing yet another twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. --------- "You think I'm a softie?" My voice is deceptively gentle when the rest of me is so hard. "Do you know why I pulled over?" "Why?" she says, seeming to hold her breath. "I pulled over because I know tight pussy when I see it." I frame her jaw with my right hand, tilting her blushing face up toward mine. "I'd like to fuck you on all fours, right here in the middle of the road, little girl. Rough as you can stand. Still think I'm a softie?" "No," she gasps, the green of her eyes deepening to a forest shade. "I don't." "Good."