Arknights Word Count Novels & Stories

She was sold like cattle, rejected by her fated mate, and silenced by a curse that buried her wolf. Elara Moonridge has spent her life shackled in shadows—until the cold, ruthless Alpha Kael Draven buys her at a slave auction with a single word and a dead stare, but what begins as punishment becomes something far more dangerous when sparks ignite between predator and prey... and a long-buried prophecy starts to awaken. As dark enemies close in and secrets unravel, Elara must find her voice, her strength, and her wolf before time runs out. Because in a world where second chances are rare, love might just be the deadliest weapon of all.

When my wife brought her lover home for the fifth time, I decided enough was enough. I said nothing, not a word of complaint or protest. Instead, I superglued the windows shut and locked the bedroom door from the outside. From the bedroom came the muffled sounds of her little escapade, breathless and feverish, carrying through the walls like a shameful melody no one asked to hear. Calmly, I sat in the living room, picked up the phone, and called my mother-in-law. "Jessie," I said, putting on my best tone of urgency, "it's bad—real bad! Your daughter's locked herself in the bedroom and says she's gonna end it all!"

Blurb: "Love was not meant to be pure, especially ours" Beautiful sin is a collection of explicitly sinful acts. Confession, forbidden actions , Raw and vivid. DON’T READ IN PUBLIC. Unless... you enjoy the risk of being caught. It isn’t just a book. It’s an experience that will make your body shiver, you would touch yourself and desire the forbidden . Twisted between men with dominance , women who can't control their sexual desires , kinks , bdsm and all sexual fantasies. By the last page, you’ll be breathing fast, shaking, and wanting more. And the stories won’t leave your mind. They’ll stay with you, making you ache for the next word, the next...

She gave up everything—her name, her empire, her identity—just to be loved as nobody. Amelia built Sebastian's world from the shadows, sacrificing her pride, her truth… and carrying his child alone, while he chose another woman over her again and again. When she finally walked away, she left without a word—no goodbye, no explanation, no mercy. Six years later, Sebastian's empire is crumbling. And the woman destroying it… is the one he once treated as nothing. But when he discovers the son she hid from him—will regret be enough… or has he already lost them forever?

" I don't know why your helping me" I stated as I walked away from him . " I know what you must think about me just like the rest of them , I know you hate me just like the rest ..." before I could even finish my words kalib was by my side with a furious look in his eyes. for a moment I almost step back fearing his alpha command but something told me he wouldn't hurt me " mea I never hated you I never thought of you badly even now even in the mess we are in I could never " "but..." I interjected "no buts we are in this together and nothing is going to change that" "ok" I anwered I knew there was no hope in arguing but I couldn't understand why he was helping me why he was here it's not like I'm his mate. Let me introduce myself I'm Mea I'm your average girl, well if you don't count the fact when I reach the age of 18 I will shift for the first time , shifting is the most amazing feeling in the world , when uou can be free to run in the woods as you please to feel the ground under your paw feel the breez in your fur well atleast thats what we have been told growing up but there is a curse plased on our pack . A curse that could stop us from shifteing and goddess help anyone that cant shift.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

Disclaimer: Mature Audience Only! This book is specifically designed to be viewed by adults and therefore may be unsuitable for children under 18. This book may contain one or more of the following: crude indecent language, explicit sexual activity. "Childhood enemies make the most passionate lovers." "The problem is we can't stand each other and can't live without each other at the same time." "His dark eyes adored her sparkling face as if she was the shining star in his dark life." "He is ready to set the entire world on fire but never let a flame touch her." Manik Malhotra: His aura has the power to burn the whole world. He is surely not the knight in shining amour or prince charming out of the fairytales though his look was indifferent from them. Fire is the correct word to describe him. He is rude, irresistible, obsessive, fearless, arrogant, fierce, possessive and follows the rules of his family. He can't stand people who don't follow the rules made by his family. A devil to the world. Heir of Malhotra Industries and feudal lord of one of the states of India. "Jealousy is not my cup of tea but what's mine is mine." Nandini Murthy: Trouble is her middle name but she is worth the trouble. She is the angel straight out of fairytales. Enchanting beauty is the right word for her. She is sweet yet fiery, caring but wild, childish at times but she can't stand wrong. Adopted daughter of her parents which she is totally unaware of. Her family is orthodox but she knows what she wants and wants to do. "Classy and simplicity can surely go along and that's me."

"What do you want?” Valencia snapped, her voice was furious and annoyed. Dominic merely looked at her dead in the eye, his gaze did not falter as he replied softly, "What I have always wanted…” He left the last word that was lingering on his tongue unspoken. “…you.” Valencia Raskin was the archon alpha; the alpha of the alphas who reigned the Sricgis forest and all the packs in it. The werewolf population was dwindling and she had to find a mate…soon. Who would she choose? The supremely charming alpha, Dominic Castro, who also happens to be her best friend, or the infuriatingly handsome mage, Calhoun Hawthorne, who might have a solution to all her growing problems?

Xena Quinn posted in the homeowners' group: “Anyone interested in adopting a puppy? $200 each.” I took her at her word and rushed over to adopt one. When she opened the door and saw me, her expression immediately soured, clearly disgusted. “What? A woman?” She quickly raised the price to $2,000 per puppy, and I was so pissed off I just turned around and walked out. The next day, my boyfriend, Hugo Xavier, bought the dog for the original $200 price. Before I could even process what had happened, the doorbell rang. There she was, standing at the door in a revealing nightgown. “Hugo, are you home? I came to check on the puppy.”

When I inherited the title of Alpha Female, the Witch prophesied that my pack would fall within eight years. Only finding my fated mate could avert the coming disaster. I searched for eight long years. With just seven days left before the prophecy's deadline, I received word that our sacred altar had been bombed. The one responsible was Lucian Grey — the same man who had tried to poison me. When I confronted him, he had only one thing to say: "I'm from the real world. I'm here to save you." In that moment, I knew — my fated mate had finally found me.