Novel & Cerita Bethany Whisper

“You’re mine, and mine only,” Dominic growled as he pinned me to the wall. The cold nozzle of his gun traced the curve of my cleavage, making me suck in a deep breath. “If any man so much as looks at you the wrong way, I’ll blow his fucking brains out. Is that clear?” “Yes, Dominic,” I yielded in a whisper, despite the voice in my head screaming at me not to, “I’m yours.” _____________ Mila Parker’s seemingly ordinary life spirals into a nightmare when she is betrayed by her boyfriend and sold to the Italian mob to settle his debts. Now, falling into the hands of Dominic Silvetti, the ruthless don of the Italian mafia, she is roped into a world of danger, power and desire like she has never seen before. Dominic is a man who takes what he wants, and what he wants is Mila, body and soul. No matter how hard she fights, Mila is unable to resist the pull of the man determined to consume her whole. But as she tastes more of the darkness in Dominic’s world, Mila is left to decide; Completely submit to the ruthless mafia king or run for the hills and never look back?

Kane has spent her whole life believing she was ordinary. Just a quiet girl with a strange past and a father who refuses to talk about her mother's death. But one reckless night-when she's bitten by a rogue wolf-something ancient stirs inside her. Heat burns beneath her skin; her senses sharpen, and a howl rises in her chest. A howl she was never supposed to have. Aria is no ordinary girl. She is the last descendant of the ancient werewolf royal line, one whose power was sealed when her human father's dominant genes buried her mother's legacy. Until now. But as her powers grow stronger, so do the shadows of her mother's world. Ancient enemies awaken. Centuries-old prophecies whisper her name. And worst of all, there is the person close to her, one whom she had trusted, determined to claim her power for themselves. Torn between a modern world she knows and an ancient world calling her home, Aria must make a choice: become prey… or heir to a blood-soaked throne. Yet there is always a cost with power. and hers may be her heart.

I was different from the others in my pack. My wolf could hear the truths hidden deep in someone’s heart. Whenever someone lied, she would immediately whisper their real thoughts to me. During the two years I was with Jace, my wolf stayed silent. I knew his love for me was real. But on the day before our marking ceremony, my wolf finally spoke. "I need to stall Leah tomorrow. I have to mark Elena." "Elena's pregnant. She has to be marked to be accepted by the pack. Leah loves me too much to blame me." My hand tightened around the pregnancy test tucked deep in my bag. A cold dread swept over me. Jace, I was pregnant too. But I wouldn't tell you. I played along with his plan, pretending I didn't know the truth. I let him make Elena his mate, father to her pup. After their ceremony, all he'd find was the discarded pregnancy test I left behind. His heir and I would be gone from his world—forever.

I was hired to care for a sick child. I never saw his face. Never heard his voice. Until I stepped into the house of nightmares. Ezra Kade thought the job was simple, to take care of a bedridden heir hidden away in a mansion dripping with wealth and secrets. But the moment he crosses the threshold, he realizes he’s been fed a lie. The child isn’t a child. He’s a man. A man who watches him from the shadows. A man with a past written in blood. Kieran Valen survived the unthinkable—an accident meant to erase him from existence. For two years, he’s played the part of the broken, helpless heir, a puppet in his siblings’ twisted game. But Kieran isn’t weak. He isn’t helpless. And Ezra? Ezra just walked straight into the web, into his hands. In a house ruled by deception, where the walls whisper secrets and the floors are stained with the past, Ezra must decide… run, or let himself be caught. Because Kieran doesn’t just want a caretaker. He wants devotion. Obedience. Worship. And he’ll break Ezra apart to get it.

For two years of marriage, Edith Conrad had done many things to catch James Shatner's attention, but he only responded with 'Stop being so dramatic' at best. Edith was convinced he was simply born a cold person, until she saw him sweet-talk his one true love, and came to understand that he can be sweet—just not to her. It also gave her the reality check that everything she did was for herself. Since then, she had turned into the perfect wife—mature, flawless, and dazzling. Then, when the time was right, she handed James their divorce papers and left without a care. When they met again, the once-fake heiress was now an actual billionaire, with countless successful men flocking around her. Seeing her having fun with them, James finally set aside his pride. "Mrs. Shatner, you're only allowed to be my drama queen." Dressed in dazzling vermillion, she looked coolly at him as she replied, "Sorry, Mr. Shatner. I'll be marrying someone else soon." He cornered her forcefully but was begging with a whisper into her ear, "You only get to marry me, Ed…"

My face collide with a hard surface, I look up frightful, his brown orbs holds me captive as he looks down at my trouble form. His brow frowning at the sight of me. He sniff the air, I feel myself tense up.The skin contact makes the pain more bearable. His strong arms encircle around my body, securing me in place. "Who did this?" he thunders I can only look puzzle, he gives me a warning look. "Guard" I whisper The Alpha chest vibrates rising and falling with unknown rage. An animalistic growl sounds from his lips. Servant are gathered around speaking in hush whisper. He hands me over to someone, I whine catching his eyes, he breaths softly and touch my hand gently before stalking off. ***************************************** Vivian life is thrown into a mystery. After being brutal punished by the village chief. She wake up one day and finds herself in and unknown mansion. Filled with secrets and strange phenomenon. She hopes to survive it all. All Rights Reserved @ 2022

Warning: Rated 18+ "You have me..." Once he dried my eyes, I noticed that his hand was no longer as chilly as it had been earlier in the interaction. He moved his mouth closer to mine and spoke in a low whisper, saying, "You only have me, and there's no way for you to run away from me since I am everywhere..." “You kissed me, you imprinted me as your vampire mate,” he added as he smirked.  My eyes widened when I touched my lips, and I felt his slow approach, asking, "You want me to kiss you, right?" I could feel him moving closer and closer. "You wanted it so desperately..." he groaned, then his eyes lingered on my lips, and in the flash of an eye, He was already laying claim to my lips; I gasped in response to his gently nibbling on them. I could taste blood on my lips, but he licked it up and withdrew away from me before I could react. "Fuck!" he muttered under his breath. "Catalina, what have you done to me? Why do I want to devour you so badly?"

Axel leans down, his breath brushing against my ear. At first, he bites lightly, just enough to make my breath hitch. Then, his voice slips into a whisper, “I’ll give you a warning, Hazel." He says so slowly and deeply. And then he continues, "Don’t ever raise your hand at me again. Do you understand?” I force myself to look up at him. I don’t know where the strength comes from, but I manage to say, “Or what, Axel? What are you going to do?” His eyes darken, something sharp flashing behind them. For a second, I can’t tell if I’ve shocked him, impressed him, or made him furious. ****** The Don is a strong, cold, powerful man. His voice alone makes men tremble. Ruthless. Powerful. Precise. Commanding. He thinks he can control me.....own me. But he’s wrong. I’m not one of his mistresses, not another woman he can use and discard when he’s done. he can’t contain. He might rule the Morelli empire, but he’ll never rule me.

“Say you're mine, Raven,” Declan pushed his tongue against my earlobe. I struggled to stiffle the moan fighting it's way to my lips. It was bad enough I was a squirming mess, I couldn't let him win. “And if I don't?” I struggled to keep my voice steady. “Then I will bend you over and each time you moan, I will inscribe a letter of my name on your neck, where everyone can see it, wherever you run to, my lovely Raven,” the husky whisper sent shivers down my spine. I didn't put it past the psychopath to do exactly as he said. ******* Raven was a trained assassin and pride of the BloodFrang Tribe, until she was tasked with bringing the head of Alpha Declan of the IronClaw Pack. Right when she's about to drive a knife through his heart, she discovers he is her mate and her mission instantly fails. To makes things worse, Declan captures her and her fiance goes ahead to marry someone else. It doesn't take long for her to realise she had been a pawn in their games and now, she just wants to see them burn.

"Are you afraid of the devil?" I whisper, running my tongue along his throat. "If so, you better run now because once I've claimed you, I won't let go." "I've never been afraid of going to hell, and I'm not about to start now." He growls, snaking a hand around my neck and pulling me close. "So show me all of your sin." She's the forgotten daughter of a villainous alpha. He's the second in line for alpha of his pack who has only been given the position because the one destined for greatness has taken charge of his mates pack. They're both completely different, yet exactly the same with demon's they carry with them and inferiorities that make them feel unworthy of anything other than disappointment and rejection. Yet, when they have a common goal, they come together in an attempt to protect those that mean the most to them. How could two people so broken slowly begin to build each other up while growing stronger to gain their own glorys and acceptance amongst those that rejected them from the very start? Read He's My Redemption and find out!