Black Butler Grim Reapers

BLURB Zeva Stone, the warrior queen who built an empire with blood and grit was traded by her own husband for a pair of working legs and a new mate. At twenty eight, her reign as the Luna Queen of the Darkmoon pack ended in a silver shackled nightmare. Sold to the four Malvaine brothers- the very monsters she ran away from thirteen years ago. Zeva is thrust into a dark, ancient protocol. They don't just want her strength; they want her womb to resurrect the Aethel Vrykol, a forbidden hyrbid vampire-werewolf race wiped out by the gods. But when the brothers drag her secret- a ten year old hybrid son, Zeva us forced to kneel. Caught in a gilded hell, she realizes the eldest brother, Valerius, wasn't just her captor- but her destined mate. Between a Lycan King who hunts her and her son, an ex husband who sold her and now wants her back, and a forbidden bond between a vampire mate who owns her. Zeva has only one goal: protect her son and burn the whole world to the ground- but when love gets in the way. What would she do?

"Butlers don't just serve, they fight and solve crimes!” Kidnapping in the richest town in Paris, France became rampant and not just any normal kidnapping but this mysterious and notorious group only kidnaps heiresses or the daughters of rich families and merchants in France and those girls are hard to find by the police forces and officials. That notorious group kidnaps the girls without leaving a trace. In order to investigate this matter as well as catching the criminals and masterminds behind this, Theodore Doyle, a police intelligence spy was hired to investigate and was hired to pretend as a butler inside the House of de Saint-Germain, one of the richest, wealthiest family in France and he’ll be servicing Claudette de Saint-Germain who will also be the next target of the kidnapping syndicate.

On New Year's Eve, my in-laws, Richard Prescott and Leona Reed, had flown back to have dinner at my place. However, our butler, Rupert Williams, had only prepared two plates of cold lobster rolls even though I had specifically reminded him that Leona was allergic to lobster. Rupert looked at me with his usual stiff expression and said, "Mr. Shaw, I understand that people from your background like to take advantage of situations. Your parents showing up for a free holiday meal doesn't surprise me." He added, "But as Ms. Jaclyn Prescott's most trusted butler, I have a duty to protect the Prescott family assets from being touched by questionable individuals, even if it's just a dinner. That said, I'm not heartless enough to let two elderly people go hungry. "Here are some leftover expired lobster rolls. Your parents can eat them and leave. Ms. Prescott is very busy with work, and I can't have her come home later only to deal with your poor parents." I froze for a moment, then realized he had mistaken Jaclyn's parents for mine. He was deliberately trying to humiliate me like he always did. I was about to explain when Richard and Leona, furious, turned to leave. However, Rupert called for the security guards to block their way. "I can understand that people from rural areas might lack proper manners, but wasting food is still a bad habit. Since the lobster rolls have already been prepared, I insist you finish them before you go."

Roho walked into the training center as she did every morning but this morning things seemed to be pretty tense around the entire pack and it spread even to the warriors "what's going on?" "haven't you heard Red? the Alpha King is demanding every pack send members to undergo trials to join his army, they're saying the Reapers Nation seem to be on the move again so he wants to be prepared just in case they attempt to do what they did 76 years ago" "oh come on, you don't think that's really going happen do you Pete" " well, whether or not it's going to happen, the king has sent his degree, so the Alpha will hold a meeting tonight to announce the chosen ones to be sent to take part in the trials" A chance encounter between two mates, one yearning and the other is defiant and fights against their bond, what will happen when they are put to the test and all they have to rely on is each other.

Elara Voss is traded like currency to prevent a war she never started. When her father’s betrayal entangles the Bratva with the Iron Reapers Motorcycle Club, the only way to stop bloodshed is a forced union between enemies. Elara—untouched, defiant, and hiding a dangerous truth is married off to Kade “Ruin” Cross, the ruthless president of the Iron Reapers. Ruin believes Elara is a spy. Elara believes Ruin is a monster. In a world governed by blood oaths, violence, and loyalty, they are bound by a marriage that neither of them wants. Kade cross holds back his power, but his defense never falters. Over time, Elara's fear gives way to longing, then to devotion. But love is a liability. As mafia politics tighten, betrayals surface, and enemies close in, Elara becomes Ruin’s greatest weakness and his reason to burn the world. When an unexpected pregnancy changes the balance of power, Ruin must choose between vengeance and the fragile future growing in his arms. Elara and kade must choose whether to ride together or destroy one another in a world where love is war and loyalty is money.

Struggling to live, Malia chose to be a con artist to support her brother's hospital bills. All she wants is to support her brother until her last breath. Unfortunately, she met a young mafia boss named Callisto who didn't think twice to end her life. Malia thought that Callisto was a grim reaper sent to end her as her life was always in danger whenever he was around. But contrary to what she thought, Callisto was the one she would be needing the most to help her brother and to save her own life. Callisto is willing to help her, but that comes with a condition. What could it be?

Elara Voss has lived her life in the frame of a fire that stole everything—her family, and her home. Raised by the loyal butler who saved her, she sharpened her instincts, learned to survive, and waited. She never forgot the red-and-gold masks that destroyed her world, nor the hands that left her orphaned. Now, a seemingly ordinary job at a sprawling estate brings her face-to-face with Lucian Raye, the fragile yet commanding heir of the very empire tied to her past. The deeper Elara digs, the clearer the truth becomes. With every revelation, In the family filled with lies-- yet spark and loyalty tested, Elara rises as the Phoenix—beautiful, deadly, and unstoppable. The mafia empire that wronged her will never be the same.

Jane lived her entire life in the shadows. All this time, she only knew how to bend her head down, to make sure she wouldn't offend anyone or caught eyes as she worked for her aunt and uncle as a laundry maid. Until one day she was kidnapped and sold. "Our young master is blind." the butler announced to her. "And he would need entertainment." "Entertainment...?" Was this a child? "Without entertainment... our young master could get violent." Jane turned stiff as she saw beyond the closed door, a face of a man who was smiling back at her with his gleaming platinum blond hair. The way he looked at her felt almost as if he could see her even though he's blind.

At sixteen, I took a fatal blow for him. As my wolf soul shattered, he swore with blood-red eyes: "When I become Alpha, I will make you my Luna." But two years later, when he led the pack to migrate to new territory, he told the butler before departure: "Her broken wolf soul will only drag the group down." With my bundle, I slipped out. Fate played a cruel joke: I boarded the wrong carriage, replacing a weeping bride, and was delivered to the wedding chamber of Alaric Argent, Alpha of the Sterling Pack. The tall, steady figure before me sparked an odd sense of calm. The fog of memory wouldn’t let me be sure. Was this mistaken arrival a new beginning… or the continuation of an old shadow?

When my cousin, Rita Pike, brings her boyfriend, Benny Booker, home to meet her parents, I get labelled as a freeloader for some reason. As soon as Benny steps through the front door, he shoots me a disdainful glance. "You're the cousin who refuses to move out of my girlfriend's villa, right?" I just stare at him in confusion. Yes, I do live in this villa. But my parents have left this property to me as a part of my assets. My name is the one printed on the property deed. Heck, I'm the one who told my butler to give Rita a room to stay here! Why is it that I'm painted as the poor relative who refuses to move out now that she's dating another man?