Banshee Scream

I had lived for 326 years, but no day has haunted me as the day I had died. Blood pooled on the ground, feeding the earth as the earth once fed me. A scream bubbled up in my throat, but I could not let it go. If I let it go, I would let go of all the memories encased within me. The happiness of being a mother. Joys of having a husband who lived for us. To know that he would come home and find a corpse waiting for him. It was too much to bare. Even my dragon heart could not withstand the utter pain wrenching open my chest. I was Caligo. A dragon of Darkness, now darkness is what I shall become. May Mother have mercy on them, for they do not know what they now had brought upon themselves. 8 Dragon clans, uniting over the loss of their beloved Darkness Heir. One who was, but shall never be again. May Father shine his light upon them, the way that only a Lumen of his rank could. May they pray to their gods now, for their devil has risen.

***Explicit 18+*** "I've missed the warmth of your pussy, the feel of it. God Ginevra, you're so fucking perfect." I rasped and tightened my grip on her. I began rocking her against me ever so gently with parted lips. Her tight pussy very often gripping unto my dick, taking me hostage with each rock against me and a loud scream finally escaped from the back of my throat. *** The game of chess is one love cannot salvage. When the king and the queen come out to play, they have no other goal set before them if not going at each other's throat for the kill until a winner emerges. This is the game of the mafia, the game that'd never allow Love exist between two rivals. They want to love and care for each other but don't know how- all they've known all their lives is loyalty to their famiglia and name. What would happen when the only option becomes death?

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.

Vampires, I'd never seen one up close before. That is, until one tried to kill me. But he saved me, the Reaver Raphael. I know I'm only Human, but the more I learn of him, the more intrigued I become. He scares me, much more than I'd ever admit. My instincts scream at me to run. I know he's one of the four brothers who control the Underworld. I know he kills people without warning or trigger. I know the other Supernaturals fear him, and I know what he says goes… period. Yet, I find myself drawn to him, my fear tempered by a morbid curiosity. Being around someone as powerful as Raphael is daunting, yet every time I'm near him, I feel a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. But I'm aware of the danger. I've studied the Reavers, and I know their charm is designed to lure you in. Raphael doesn't even have to try… he exudes an effortless allure that draws me, and everyone else, to him. I know I should run, I want to run. But I'm frozen in place, and the warning signs only seem to heighten the allure. I've danced with danger for too long, but playing with fire has never felt so satisfying. That was, until I woke up in a strange place, surrounded by an unsettling array of supernatural creatures. Reality hit me like a slap in the face. And it's in this moment that I regret ever pursuing the man in the silver suit, who meets me in the diner... I've read enough love stories to know that love could be a fatal flaw, or a mans greatest strength. Could I be his? Or would our love become a fatal collision course from which neither of us would escape?

A real, relatable read that follows the men of the hit band Innominate. USA Today Bestselling Author Emily Robertson weaves together a story that will have you cheering for everyone to get their happy ending. So raise your hands in the air and scream for your favorite guy!Boy Band: a pop group composed of young men whose music and image are designed to appeal primarily to a young teenage audience.They say tragedy can bring people together, and one tornado in a small community in Nebraska set about a chain of events that had the hit band, Innominate's world shifting, but not necessarily for bad. Second chances, enemies turned to lovers, forbidden romances, and secret identities have these guys on their toes.But there's one thing they've learned through the years. Having to work hard for something makes getting the prize that much sweeter.#Explicit #Suggested age 18+Love & Harmony is created by Emily Roberts, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

"I, Aiden Steve, soon to be alpha of the crescent moon pack, reject you, omega Anna Fanning, as my mate and future luna." He said with a stoic hard expression on his smooth face. Nothing prepared me for the pain that hit me with full force. Clutching my chest, and trying not to scream from the sheer force, I was hurt. More hurt than when I became a slave at the pack house, or when I was constantly bullied by members in the pack house. With one hand on my chest, and a voice barely audible, I asked him "why"? He scorned and said, “you don't expect me to have an omega as my mate and luna.” With that, I broke down in tears I've been holding and I swear, I saw his expression change a little or so I thought. "I, Anna Fanning, daughter of Beta Ace and Dakota Fanning, accept your rejection". I sobbed and yelled at him……

Ryan left his hometown five years ago because he was trying to kill the feelings he was developing for his step sister. After five years, he thought he must have gotten over the feelings he has for her but things didn't go as he wanted. He craved her more than he did in the past and the only one who is always in his mind is her. No matter what he does, he can't seem to get her off his head. He knew that the feelings and desires he has for her are forbidden but he couldn't stop himself…. She is driving him crazy. He wants to go deep inside her and make her scream out his name. She's that forbidden fruit, he's willing to taste. When he saw her after she had grown into a beautiful young lady, he fell deeper in love with her and his desire for her increased. He no longer mind tasting the forbidden fruit. But the problem is that; when he tastes the forbidden fruit, will he be able to stop? Is he ready to fight all protocol to make her his?

It began with me waking up one morning and finding myself on a strangers bed , completely naked, a sound I couldn't recognize as a scream came out of my mouth. Marry me .................

Fear  Noun 1. a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid. Synonyms: foreboding, apprehension, consternation, dismay, dread, terror, fright, panic, horror, trepidation, qualm. Until that night, Kinsley never knew true fear, never felt terror. She could taste the fear on her tongue, salty with a hint of copper, her throat felt constricted. She wanted to scream but the terror was too thick in her throat, coating it to the point of near suffocation. She was prey and he was the hunter who never failed. Verendus was powerful, a ruthless and cruel Boss, he did not fail and he did not quit. Kinsley Anderson was a woman he coveted, and he would stop at nothing to claim her. He had the means and the manpower to pursue her to the ends of the earth and he would do it, claiming her once and for all.

When I went to buy a new house, all I found was crumpled newspaper where my savings should've been. I almost called the cops—until I found out Tony Jarrett, my own husband, had blown seven years of my hard-earned cash on a shiny new motorcycle. For Pauline Schmidt. His ex. I asked why. He just shrugged. "She's a single mom. Life's tough. This way, she won't have to walk so much." I wanted to scream, but I swallowed it down. Made him at least get an IOU from her. While I was busy sourcing stuff for the factory, a flood warning hit our town. And Tony? Out buying toy cars with Pauline and her kid. Our son was home alone, trying to stay above water. I was back. Like life hit rewind and dropped me into that exact day. The day he gave her the motorcycle. I saw them—laughing, tight, like their own little picture-perfect family. But I didn't cry this time. Didn't beg. Just turned and walked off.