Beast How Dare You Novels & Stories

Being the best is a requirement for me. When it comes to this, I am the best. Unlike others, I can move quickly. As for me, I'm quite robust. I have a high IQ. Many professional teams are interested in signing me because I am the starting goalkeeper for my high school's soccer squad. My teammates will follow my every order as long as I am captain. Girls urge me to add them to my list of s*x partners. To avoid my father's anger, I just need to make it to the professional league and play for the best team in the world. I am Williams Phanuel, and I have made sure that everything in existence is centered on me. I've got my eye on the new girl in class; it'll only be a matter of time until she succumbs to my charms. This one is more obstinate than others; she won't even give me her name. She has a sharp mind, too. Perhaps too witty for his own good. I simply cannot admit her. No one will get past me. Despite my lack of concern, I must admit that she is distracting me from my objective. Your father will not approve of that. Do I need to reiterate how much I adore the works of William Shakespeare? I'm aware of that. To put it simply, I am a paradox in human form. There are "some born great," "some who make great," and "those who have greatness thrust upon them," as Shakespeare put it. I managed to acquire all three! No one can ever hope to measure up to that.

To Marry a Monster: Book 2 " My fiancé left me humiliated at the altar. So I walked next door and married the most dangerous predator in the city. I wanted the alliance. I practically begged for it to save the Whitmore bloodline from extinction. But when I stood in the Moonveil Grand Hall ready to bind my life to Ronan Blackwell, he did the unthinkable—he jilted me in front of the entire elite wolf society, leaving my family completely defenseless. With our enemies already closing in on our borders, I had exactly one move left. I marched straight into the Silverfang Ceremony Chamber next door. Inside, Lucien Afolayan—the ruthless head of the Afolayan Dominion—was standing at the altar alone, his own noble bride having just vanished into the night. I offered him a cold, desperate transaction: take me instead. Lucien didn't marry me out of love; he needed an elite vanguard commander, and I needed an executioner's army. But now that we're bound by blood and mafia law, the dynamics in his citadel are turning lethal. His dark, possessive touch is waking up a feral hunger I wasn't prepared for, and his amber eyes demand far more than a political contract. Now, the borders are fracturing under a silver-rot infection, a phantom stalker is hunting my scent, and Ronan Blackwell is suddenly realizing exactly what he threw away. My ex-fiancé wants me back, but Lucien has already tasted my skin. And an Alpha King never gives up his property alive."

I find myself running from his love and my desires, not knowing who I was when he walked into my life flipping it upside down. Javier Rodriguez, devilishly handsome and CEO of Global Enterprise a publishing company in which I'm the new secretary. A year has passed since our first meeting him helping me to discover my wolf who had been suppressed for quite some time. All of the secrets that were hidden with me now unleashed with an ugly truth. Fate betraying me with a mate whose pack was responsible for my packs demise and the murder of my parents. Making me an orphan and alone most of my life, with awful step parents serving as there replacement. He might not of caused there deaths but his father before him did and I'm seeking vengeance in blood. I want his fathers head for what they did to my pack and my parents. It's good that he's back now it's time to put my plan to work. I will make him pay for the sins of his father and the Alpha before him. Love lust lies all forces I plan to use in my vengeance. My past blocking My future in such a twisted way and one I don't wish to see. Javier is the enemy and I'm going to make him pay with his fathers life! If only it was that simple and my heart didn't crave the men who I've decided to destroy the twist and turns are catastrophic and it leaves me with no way out but straight into his arms, can he fix the whole that's in my heart or will fate screw with me again this time more destructive then before. I won't fall in love, this is a game or so I think.

Blurb: "You're coming home with me. Today!" Emily shuddered as the father of her baby spoke in a calm, ordered tone. She had been fresh out of a relationship with an ex who was secretly gay. He had deceived her for three years. Angry and devastated, she has a one-night stand, and now she's staring into the eyes of the strongest Mafia Lord in America. Lucious, wants his child and won't settle for anything less. She must take the family name and be forced to marry her ex, Cole to save his name. Will she do it? How does she handle this weird family dynamic? What will she do when she discovers she's in love with her Ex-Fiance's father and is forced to be his gay son's wife to save his life? Will she do it? Read on to find out!

Mia never cared about having a mate. For an Omega, your life was just as meaningless as your death. But her wolf wouldn’t stop yearning the moment she realized she actually had one. And the worst part? Her mate was Khalid—the Alpha’s first son, a man known to hate weakness with every bone in his body. And if there was one thing other wolves called Omegas, it was weak. But Mia isn’t just any Omega. And she isn’t the only one catching unwanted attention. Khalid’s brother, Dilan, has his own reasons for wanting Mia—and not all of them are pure.

I was an omega who lost my parents at a young age. The Alpha of my pack adopted me, but little did I know that Kael, my stepbrother and the true blood heir to the throne, was also my mate. However, when the moon goddess chose me as the crown Alpha of our pack, Kael's desire for power consumed him, and he plotted to kill me. I was forced to flee for my life into the human world, where I trained to become a medical doctor. Ironically, my profession came in handy when I stumbled upon a wounded wolf in the woods. I saved his life, only to discover that he was a Lycan king and, surprisingly, my second chance mate. Our union led us to Isolde, a sorcerer who was also a caretaker to female and child slaves in the werewolf slave trade coven. There, I found out that Isolde was also my female mate, making me realize I was a lesbian. But my life was far from simple. Kael was still trying to kill me, Rolan's wicked uncle was plotting against us to take the throne from Rolan, and to make matters worse, Isolde betrayed me when I needed her the most. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I learned that my adopted father, the only family I had left, was dead. I was truly alone, and survival in this wicked political world seemed like an impossible task.

They call me 'Ghost.' The king of mercenaries, feared across the entire black market. But for Madeline, the Godmother of the Chicago Mafia, I walked away from it all. She wanted me by her side, so I became a normal man. We were married for five years. The entire underworld knew she loved me more than life itself. She even had my dagger tattooed next to her family's crest—a permanent mark of loyalty. Until I got the photo from her lover. The bartender was naked, his chest covered in red scratches from her nails. Madeline’s hand, with its red polish, was still on his waist. He’d drawn his name right next to my dagger on her skin. And my wife had let him. "Madeline says I'm the only one who can make her feel like a woman. You can't satisfy her anymore. It's time to make way for a younger man." I didn't reply. I just made a call. "Hello. I need a new identity. And a plane ticket."

There's only one reason why Irvin decided to talk to the most feared student in the campus, that is to protect himself from the manipulation that his friend, Tristan created just to get his trust. But why he is still being chased by danger? Join Irvin and Henrick's journey as fake(and maybe real) couple trying to survive the wrath of a nobody.

"My incubus has been with me for a month, but he still won't let me touch him. What could be the reason for that?" I type my questions into the customer service feedback form and wait for a reply. The customer service representative replies at once in a very helpful manner. "Dear customer, our incubi are all very eager to stick to their owners like glue! I'm afraid your issue might be due to a malfunction on his end. "We can apply for your incubus to be replaced with a new one instead, and he will arrive in a week." I look at Riven Sterling, the incubus whom I had made tailored specifically to my tastes. After a moment of thought, I decide that maybe I can just wait and observe for a while longer. If he still doesn't change for the better, then I can perhaps send him in for repairs. After all, Riven is just too perfectly aligned with my tastes. I can't bear to give him up. However, at the family dinner, I quickly realize that Riven is having a reaction toward my younger stepsister, Teresa Ashford, who is sitting across from me. It's only then that I recall that Teresa is the one who opened my parcel the last time Riven arrived at the doorstep. That night, I contact the customer service representative again and say, "You said that the new replacement would be arriving in a week, right? Please send it out, then. Thank you."

All my memories are the same for as long as I can remember. Pain, abuse, and being torn down by those who were supposed to care for me the most. All them intermingle and stab at my heart and self-esteem, attempting to turn my very soul to ice. However, amongst all the pain and suffering, there is a moment in time when I truly felt like maybe I wasn't such a wretched existence. And in those memories, it is always the same person that is by my side. The boy with the dark hair that is just a bit too long and stormy gray eyes that take me in as if I'm the most precious existence he has ever laid eyes on. Maybe if this boy hadn't reached out a hand that day I wouldn't have survived, but now I can't even consider looking him in the eye if we ever meet again as I fear seeing that smile and that look of complete and utter devotion being given to someone like me who no longer deserves it.