Blight Hunger Games

“You’re nothing but a slut to me Audrey,” he growled out, his hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me towards him. “When you get to my brother, you can be all princess, I don’t care. But with me, you’re nothing but a slut. Now..” he paused, grazing his tongue on my ears. “Now get on your knees and please me.” The coldness and hunger in his voice sent Audrey on her knees, dripping with wetness and lust. ************ Audrey, the princess and daughter of the alpha of the Shadenight pack, finds herself in both misery and pleasure when she’s mated to the two brothers of the Nightshade pack. With her heart belonging to Asher, and her body to Alaric, which would prevail, love or lust?

Isabel Hudson craved nothing but to feel loved and valued. All her life she had been looking for a reason to live, but finding none in her luck, she survived on a victim card in a less-orphanage-more-brothel. Overwhelmed by the liberation urge, she betted on her life and ran off on the fortunate night of her orphanage. Falling between a blind road of hunger, poverty and death. She almost gave in to the death angel. Until a living knight in shining armour passed by. Until he came to the rescue. Adriel Dormer was no longer excited for any adventures his way, but his life has stored many anyway. Starting with a single encounter between him and a dying girl, on the new moon night, when she was ready to be feasted upon.

Elena's birth was prophesied to be the end of all Magic. There had never been a creature with the blood of a Mage, Vampyre and a Lycan. Unknown to Elena, she is the first, and as such, the simple life she craves is far from possible. The Dark One, as he is called, is a ruthless being whose only goal is to rule over the Magical and Human Realms. His hunger for power leads him to Elena, pulling her to a world she never believed existed. Destined to bring chaos to the Magical Realm, can Elena end The Dark Ones reign of terror while protecting her loved ones from his wrath? ** If youre a fan of novels with magical creatures, this will keep you glued till the end. Volume 1: The Hidden Princess (Complete) Volume 2: The Warrior Princess (TBR)

"I know you want me, I see the hunger in your eyes. Let go of your guilt and embrace the dark desires in your heart," I hear his voice whisper in my ear like a sweet melody, tempting me and weakening my resolve. One Legend. One Prophecy. They all want me. Hi, I am Nivia Randolph. I'm in a dilemma. My Life was planned out by powers that be and I am here to play a role by the one who sent me. No one informed me of the responsibility I had to carry. This destiny was imposed on me. I'm supposed to bring salvation, but now I might be the very thing that ignites the flames that consume us all.

Everything he had owned crashed the moment Aaron became Wolfless, his Pack bestowed hatred on him and his step brother took that which was precious to him. Even though he was weak, Aaron swore to get revenge. He thirsted for power like it was his life source and he lost every ounce of humanity he once had till he met his mate, Diana. As hard as he tried not to, he fell for her. And just when things start to blossom for him, he finds out sacrificing her life was the only way he could get his revenge. The Rogue Alpha was struck in a dilemma. Was his mate's life worth keeping or was his undying hunger for revenge greater?

There are many people who have met Ciara, each with a different impression of her. However, they all agree on describing Ciara as follows: She is a beautiful person. She is like a princess who doesn't care about life. She is like a graceful flower always emitting a inviting fragrance. She has a scent that arouses the hunger of those who smell it. She is like an item that everyone wants to possess. She is like a dish that everyone craves. She is a deadly poison if anyone dares to touch her. If one day you happen to smell a fragrance that arouses your instinct to hunt, I have two pieces of advice for you: first, control yourself; second, if you are not the chosen one, run away, because otherwise all that awaits you is a painful death.

The Clan Healer told me that without the vial of Progenitor's Blood, the Blood Blight afflicting me meant I had only seventy-two hours to live. But my husband, Miles, the new Duke of our world, gave the only vial of the precious cure to my adopted sister, Vivienne, the woman I had turned three years ago. "She's in agony from the rejection, Isolde. It's a pain you can't possibly understand." His tone was self-righteous, devoid of any concern for the patch of skin on my collarbone already turning to stone. I nodded, watching as the life-saving, dark red liquid slid down another woman's throat. I accomplished a great deal in the time I had left. As I signed the documents, the lawyer's hand trembled. "Are you certain you want to transfer everything, Your Grace? The territorial rights of a thousand-year-old clan..." I didn't hesitate. "Yes. To Vivienne." My adopted daughter, Lily, the girl I had risked everything to save, who was now forever frozen at the age of eight, cowered in Vivienne's arms, pointing at me and screaming, "Aunt Vivienne is my real mommy! You're the witch who turned us into monsters!" I offered no defense. "Yes, that's right. Be a good girl and listen to your new mother now." The Progenitor's Ring, the symbol of the clan's supreme authority, now rested on Vivienne's hand. "Oh, sister, you're too kind," she sobbed, her sobs a practiced performance. "I'll be sure to protect the family in your stead." I nodded. "You'll run things better than I ever did." I even signed away my control over the Elder Council, a council sustained by my own blood. For the first time in a century, a shadow of complex emotion crossed Miles's face. He stared at me,"Isolde, stop fighting. It's better this way. You need to rest." Yes. On my deathbed, I had finally become the perfect, submissive Isolde they always wanted. An Isolde who was about to turn to dust. The seventy-two-hour countdown had begun. I wondered, when I finally turned to ash,

Silver has lived her life in the dark. No family. No past. Just hunger and shadows. When she crosses paths with Travis, a wandering vampire who sees the raw, broken girl behind her fangs, she tastes love for the first time—and it’s intoxicating. Together, they roam the world, chasing survival, chasing belonging, chasing a place where monsters like them can breathe without fear. But hunters never rest. And love makes her vulnerable. When the shadows close in, Silver must choose between running again or fighting for the only person who ever mattered. The cost will be blood. The price will be heartbreak. Because in her world, love isn’t a salvation—it’s a death sentence.

This isn’t your merry little Christmas , it’s your dirtiest one yet. Dirty Christmas unwraps every forbidden fantasy you’ve ever wanted to taste. From strangers under mistletoe to sinful nights by the fire, every page drips with heat, hunger, and raw, unapologetic pleasure. These short stories are filthy, fast, and meant to leave you breathless, one by one, they’ll melt your holiday spirit into desire. If you’re not into adult, mature, and explicit erotica, don’t open this book. But if you’re ready to sin in red and gold… welcome to your next obsession. You can also check out my other erotica book (Deep inside)

she never thought she will be abandoned like this on a dark, desolate rainy night after being used by the but aggressive Dawson Wayans, carrying his alive secret. what will happen when innocent Ruby Jane will become another prey of Dawson Wayan's lustful sins? how will she cope up with the evils of life alone after being renounced by the assertive devil? the personable and good looking Dawson Wayans never made a deal without a profit, and that was the sole reason he held a empire in the city of Manchester. forced by his nature, he also takes advantage of Ruby Jane's situation. he forces her to devour his hunger and then relinquish her to face the demons alone.