Bender Hands

In a world of werewolf clans divided by fierce loyalties and blood feuds, an ancient artifact known as The Crown holds the promise of ultimate power. Whispers of the prophecy drive packs into chaos, each vying to place their leader on the throne. As betrayals deepen and alliances shift, the fate of the werewolf world lies in the hands of an unlikely hero—one who must rise above their doubts to reshape the destiny of their kind.

Darcy Bailey has lost everything she had. As if that loss isn't enough to punish her, she falls into the hands of a mobster to pay off her parents' debt. Darcy must do all his bidding to save her own life. Although she's suffering and humiliated, she has to survive. She needs to stay alive for her precious one.

CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN! TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS VERY DARK, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. "It was an accident, believe me, if I could go back in time, I will__" Her words were transformed into a cry of pain when his hands suddenly grasp her jaw. His stony blue eyes were dead as his words sliced through the air. " Oh, believe me you will! I will make sure you become everything I lost because of you! This very life is owned by me!" His hands slowly crept to snake around her fragile neck. " You are mine! And only I have the right to take your life whenever I desire!" In which Freya Owens, a young college student struggling with life and paying bills gets into an accident, tragically claiming the life of a pregnant woman. Nikolas Cullen. A cold-hearted dangerous killer who is determined to make Freya pay for the death of his wife and heir. She destroyed his family. His wife and unborn baby died because of her. He would make her return the debt in ten folds.

EXTRACT.... *** He pushed me to the wall as he pinned my hands above my head. "Alpha Na..na." He placed his hands over my lips as he slowly started to kiss my neck. "It’s Nathan to you." "This is wrong; I’m already married to Alpha Damian." I tried saying something, and just then, he pulled away from me. "I don’t care. We’re mates, and so what if I had rejected you then? I want you back now, Isabella." He told me. *** When Nathan Grayson found out an omega, a lowly wolf, named Isabella was his mate, he rejected her immediately. To him, such a powerful alpha as himself couldn’t be mated to an omega, and as a result, he kicked her out. Sometime later, he is on the verge of losing his wolf, and only one person can help: his rejected mate, Isabella. He wants her back, but there’s one problem: she is now married to the deadliest alpha of all time, alpha Damien.

"I need you," he whispered as I felt the pressure of him at my entrance. "It hurts," I whimpered. "I will go as slow as you could endure," he said trailing soft kisses to my shoulder all the way to my ear. "Why can I not be free to find my mate? This is unfair to him," I said placing my hands on the king's firm chest. "Because you are mine, McKenna," he whispered. "I am for no one," I rebutted. "I will never hurt you, my love. If you want me to stop all you must do is ask," he said gathering my hands in his before he eased himself inside me. The myth of the bastards has been long gone from the texts of history. It has been said that this treachery of dragging bastards back hasn't occurred in the last hundred years as it became frowned upon. Some even say that the Moon Goddess will curse her werewolf children if this epidemic was to begin happening again. Why can't life just be simple?

After returning from three years of exile, I had fallen from prominent heiress to despised outcast. I traded my birthright for tips and endured the touch of strangers' hands against my skin, all to survive—all to find my family. One night, a disgusting drunk wolf cornered me in a filthy alley, his intentions clear: "Just one night with me, and I can get you a decent job." As I hesitated, he appeared. Thorne Grey—the youngest Alpha in Grey Moon Pack history, the ruthless high judge, the bastard who had banished me with a single decree. His scent hit me like a drug—mint and steel, dominance and uncontrollable hunger. His hands locked around my waist, his cool lips pressed against my neck, and his voice in my ear was pure sin: "Freya... I can give you everything you've lost, everything you crave. You need only come to me, seduce me, destroy me as I destroyed you."

Rosela a young teenager of about 16 years old wants nothing but love and care from the people she calls family. The woman that was supposed to look after her is being blinded with by love, the same man that murders her late husband, Rosela's father. She always live a life that pleases her mother while she suffers silently in the hands of Amunsa, her step-father. She kept remembering how her late father died and he wanted to tell her before he passed on. Suffering everyday in the hands of Amunsa is a nightmare she wishes to wake up from and pretend as if it's never happens. In the process of putting a stop to Amunsa's molestation, the wort it's becomes. Along the line, she was able to find out who really killed her father. Now despite her young age, she swore to fight against the the person that murders her father and also putting a stop to Amunsa's obsession towards her. Will she lives or loses her life in the process of digging into the past on finding the killer?

...." Should I stop?" his deep husky voice asked sending shivers down my spine. His hands , leaving trails if goosebumps all around me. My breath hatching...I couldn't say anything...I couldn't do anything, only to be overwhelmed by this pleasure. He chuckled and whispered," I told you, you're all mine, and mine only..."

"You need to be on top Nikki, or I will go ape on you, with your pleads."  Sexy, so damn sexy. My hands were all over his tattooed body. His hands were grabbing my thigh, squeezing it, indulging my foreplay to his groin. "Damn it, babe, take off my boxers, I need you."  ***** She was admitted by her abusive husband for being suicidal. She was once a strong and independent woman until she married her high school love who started tearing her confidence apart, mentally abusing her. He was cornering her mind to suicidal thoughts while he screwed other women in their own home, scaring her mind for life. Until one day she met Brent, his rugged behavior and bad boy looks should have made her stay away from him. All the sexual encounters didn't help her to stay clear of him as she needs to protect her heart. Will Brenton help her pick up her pieces? Will she ever be okay again? 

"This is not right," he said as he touched the side of her waist. brushing her lips against his, she whispered, " I know," "but I can't help it, professor," She said as her hands brushed against the zipper of his pants. "you are going to take me like a good girl," He said creating a little bit of distance between them. "yes sir,"