Becoming Immortal

"You're mine," he growls, his grip on me tightening. "And I always get what I want." +++ One day, the Immortal Sin named Cian admitted himself into a mental care facility. Six years before Amolet started working there. With hope to finally have independence, Amolet took the job without thinking much of it. That is until she meets the self-admitted patient, with unspeakable powers, shrouded in darkness and mystery. When he refuses to speak to her, her curiosity only peaks, her desire to get to know this sinfully perfect man too hard to walk away from. But the deeper she digs, the more of his past she discovers, piecing together a sinister reality. But it's a reality she can't escape from, as she's tied to him in ways she couldn't have ever predicted.

In a world where the powerful rule, a world that belonged to dominion. A world that conceals demons and vicious beasts within the shadows of the darkness. As if these barbarous creatures weren't enough; rose a man who crushed many clans and sects. His every step echoed the cry of those who he massacred brutally. Leaving traces of those helpless curses behind him in the dust. He was known as the 'Devil on earth' 'The leader of the shadow army' and 'The black Blade of Linya'. Many forces joined hands to stop him, only to be butchered by his powerful blade. Until someone completely opposite stood against him. A beautiful woman who had his tattoo engraved on her chest. Would he cherish her or destroy her? But then again what could be expected from the Lord of terrors who was known to bear no heart in his stone-cold chest? 18+

Bedtime stories, fantasy, fiction, romance, action, urban,mystery, thriller and anything more you can think ... Just a warning ... none of them are normal.

"I'm not yours!" I snap, my eyes narrowing into slits as I glare at him. A wicked grin curls on his lips. "Oh, but you are, little deer. How can you even begin to deny it?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against my neck as he drags his nose along my skin, inhaling deeply. "You let me touch you. Now, you. Are. Mine." I shake my head vigorously, my voice trembling as I stammer, "I... I wasn't awake. I didn't know it was you. I thought it was him!" The words spill out, more an attempt to convince myself than to sway him. His dark, sinister laugh reverberates as he presses closer, pinning me against the wall, his body a cage around mine. "Yet your eyes were fixed on his face, weren't they, little deer? Even as you came so hard around my fingers." He's right. My heart pounds as I recall the moment, my gaze locked on Justin, terrified he would wake and discover us. Luna thought she had everything she wanted—a loving relationship with her boyfriend, Justin, and a life that felt secure. But everything changed in a single, haunting night. For years, Luna had been living under the shadow of a mysterious stalker, someone who invaded her apartment, left unsettlingly sweet gifts, and even stole her clothing. She never imagined that the danger was closer than she could have ever suspected. After a night of partying, Luna drifts off to sleep between Justin and his best friend, Dante. But what she doesn't know is that Dante, the man she trusted, is the very stalker who has been obsessing over her for years. And now, with her so close, his twisted desires are becoming impossible to resist.

-Extremely Matured Content- From The Witchy World’s series by Hunnie Bahm* It's time for The Demon-Wolf King, Bahm, to get married to the merciless and vicious vampire princess, Cynthia Vladorian. He doesn't want to marry her at all! She’s only been a toy for him all these years! He doesn’t even have a say in this wedding. His mother controls it all! Bahm runs out of his Kingdom one day and into the human forest, eyeing a beautiful and exotic, juicy looking hybrid She-Wolf! Does he think he has found his mate rolling around in the forest? He’ll even ignore the fact she's half Dark Witch, beings he hates so much just to be close to her during his wedding. ""The Demon King will be MARRIED! ...That old bastard finally found himself a bride!" Yelled a drunken man dressed in royal clothing and standing on a bench with two bottles in hand. Hunnie’s eyes widen at the unusual celebration. The whole damn village was intoxicated. They seemed to be celebrating some kind of creature. A demon that lives far in the woods from their village. A Demon...King? I don't want to be here when and if he ever shows up! I gotta get out of here!” After confirming the stunning hybrid, Hunnie Inzotta is his mate, The King suddenly forgets about her! He holds her captive in his dungeon, torturing her for her very existence, not even aware she’s his mate...whom also carries his babies.

She was all good in her small decent life when out of nowhere he showed up bringing havoc into her life. He married her for his revenge and that's how the story of the mystery started. What will you do when you became a culprit without doing anything? How you will prove your innocence before the person who is full of himself?

Being assigned to become the personal guard of a mafia boss is already a difficult task. Becoming his guard and carrying his child at the same time? Near impossible. “The baby isn’t yours.” Luciano smirked, a deadly glint flashing in his eyes. “Oh, really?” he asked, one of his eyebrows raised. He walked closer to me, each of his steps resonating in the dark room. I couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of him. It has been three long years since I’ve last seen him, but why has he even gotten hotter than before? “I’m going to ask you once more,” he said, leaning closer to my face. I held my head up high, determined not to succumb to his charm. “Is she mine?” I shook my head. “Definitely not yours.” His jaw ticked, and he looked to the side before leaning his face even closer to mine, his hot breath hovering over my lips. I held in my breath and watched the alluring movement of his lips. “Then, which scoundrel does that child belong to?” I placed both of my hands on his chest and gently pushed him back. “Why? What are you going to do about it if you know?” He tilted his head to the side and smirked. “I’m going to kill that bastard.”

She is Arianna. She is also Anna, a loving daughter and a loyal friend in the human world. However, she is Aria too, a princess among fairies but was hidden for a while. A secret kept, then, forgotten. Arianna grew up not knowing her true lineage and family. After her sixteenth birthday, events starts to unravel and a mysterious boy named Caspian helps to uncover who Arianna really is. The Princess takes up the challenge and responsibility to save her true family from a Dark Fairy who is set on taking control of the entire fairy realm.

"Show me what you are." Tamara gave a shocked sound when Fenrir sank a hand into her hair. His opposite arm snagged her around the waist. He pulled her right against him without any space. He was solid muscle and that made her heart pound. Now she wasn't sure she should have asked. ______ What would you do if the one you loved wasn't even human? If you had to teach them what kindness, love or trust was? Tamara is about to learn that more than just mortal humans exists. As impossible as it seems she might just be the only thing stopping the immortal Fenrir from destroying everything she holds dear. Sometimes just loving one can save so much more than you know.

“C-Claus, please. I cannot-no more,” My shivering voice failed to stop him and he fastened his pace. “The night is young, little mouse. I’m gonna wreck you and every thought you have of escaping,” he was still holding a grudge against me for trying to run away. “I gave you a choice, be my slave or wife, and here you chose the former. Tell me, Hazel, what am I ought to do if my wife is squirming in the arms of another male, batting her lashes at him, and pressing this,” he smacked across my bare bottom hard and I winced shutting my eyes. “This body of a temptress against him,” I didn’t know my actions would fuel him like this. He was being overly unreasonable. He released inside me enormous times, and still, his length was hard and angry, ready to demolish my weeping core. Our mixed fluids seeped through me to paint my inner thighs but this barbarian refuse to stop.