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Blurb Location: America Damon walked unlawfully into the meeting of the Fearless Wolves pack and there was an immediate silence around the cave as even the sound of the ticking of the clock could be heard. The Alpha was shocked as to what could have brought Damon here, knowing he despised them. "How dare you come to my abode?'' Damon said angrily to Bryan as his voice sounded loudly all over the cave shaken vigorously. His voice sent shivers down the bone marrows of all the werewolves present at the meeting as they shook in fear. The eyes of Damon turned Cold bloody Red as he flamed in anger. "I.am.m.m. very sor.sorry" Bryan begged in fear as he knew that Damon could kill him this very minute and no single one including the Alpha will do anything. Damon charged toward him and roughly took him up in his hand. He raised him above his feet and squeezed life out of him. Bryan struggled hard to breath but he could not survive it as he suddenly gave up the ghost. Damon threw him to the floor dead as the werewolves in the cave looked at Damon in fear. "No one of you should dare come near my abode" He warned, walking out fearlessly and wickedly... Mara stood by the window staring at the sky in the cold night, making a wish to the moon. She said some words inaudibly that even the moon could see that she is desperately in need of her wish to be fulfilled. What is her wish? And who is Damon, that even the Alpha can't hurt his hair? What would happen if Mara found herself falling helplessly in love with Damon, the devil? Let's watch out for the first thrilling episode.

The day someone told me I was legitimate blood of the Mafia family, I went from being the Don's daughter's personal maid to being the Don's daughter myself. Three days after they brought me home to the family estate, I went looking for Luciano, the man I'd secretly married, and found him in the study, talking to Don Moretti. "Nina is obedient. She wouldn't dare utter a word even when bullied. She is the perfect person to take the fall for Avery at that bloody party and she won't crack." "Good, Luciano. You think of everything! She's nobody — a street girl. She walks into that bloodbath and dies, nobody's going to miss her. Let her go. Avery's waiting for you to make underboss first, then we do the wedding proper." I stumbled back three steps. My heel hit the marble floor and the pain shot straight up my leg, but it was nothing compared to what just exploded in my chest. I wasn't Don Moretti's real blood. And the man who had sworn his life to me, my own husband, was planning to send me into that slaughterhouse so he could marry the Don's actual daughter. I'd already heard what happened to the last stand-in at one of those events. Shot to pieces. That news drove into my spine like an ice pick. But what they didn't know, what I'd only just found out, was this: My brother, who'd been missing for years, was the highest power in the Cosa Nostra. The one they called the Shadow King.

Moira always considered herself a helpless romantic, and she strongly believed in faith, even when life did everything to prove her wrong. She has been waiting to find her mate for years, before deciding to be happy with her high-school sweetheart. But then he found his true mate and broke Moira's heart. Duncan is nothing like the prince charming, girls usually dream of. There is a reason why people call him the Bloody O'Sullivan, and he is totally fine with it. But one night he meets a woman he never believed existed. His mate. Moira is determined to see the man behind the fearful rumors, but Duncan might not be willing to let her in. Will she be able to break down his walls and uncover his secrets? Can she live with the truth? But before she can find the answers, a threat comes, and she has to fight alongside her mate to protect the pack and her new family. ~ “You didn't let me mark you back,” I said quietly. “No,” he answered simply, not looking at me. “You know, from your behavior right from the start, I thought you wanted me. I still feel like you do. But you rejected me,” I let my disappointment be evident in my voice. “I did not, and I will never reject you,” he looked at me, his eyes dead serious. “I marked you as mine. You belong to me,” he cupped my face into his hands. “But you don't want to belong to me,” I whispered and suddenly felt like crying.

Lunatte Estelle earns extra money from a part-time job at a hotel but is dragged into the room and accidentally had sex with a mysterious man. There was no time for Lunatte to be sad. She was so tough that even four years later; she was gifted with the quintuplets. Lunatte often gets bullied by people around her for giving birth to quintuplets without the presence of a husband, but Lunatte is notorious. She is strong, optimistic, and worked hard in her life. With an optimistic and strong personality, she has not been dragged down by raising five children but has lived a very sunny life. Russell Houston is a young billionaire. The president of the Houston Group, at a young age, is ruthless and stern, known for his iron and bloody skills, and is not interested in women. But because of an accident, he must be involved and bonded with a foreign woman he sleeps with. After four years of not seeing that figure, he saw her back at the imperial bar. The woman was dressed very ugly. Surprised, Russel grabbed her arm. “What are you doing here?" Russell asked in a bitter voice. “Can you let go of my hand?" asked Lunatte with that irritated expression. *** “Tomorrow afternoon. I will come there. Make sure the woman is in her place!" he said with a firm tone. *** “You are very handsome but lamentably too narcissistic, sir! Thinking that women are after you. After all…” Lunatte's gaze fell downwards. “What do you see?! “Are yours so big and mighty that I would even take a peek at you? Hm, I'm not sure," said Lunatte. Putting on an elemental face while looking at Russel, who was frozen after hearing her words. “YOU!” What will happen next? Read more and find out!

I spent eight years raising Dante's children. Three of them, and every single one belonged to him and his arranged wife Bianca. Not one was mine. I fought against it. I really did. But the Costello family needed heirs, and my background was too ordinary. The family would never accept me. Dante always had something to say about it. "Nora, once Bianca has the baby, I'll take you to the States. You can go to art school, open your own gallery. It's what your mother always wanted, isn't it?" Then Bianca had a son, and suddenly the family needed a daughter too, someone they could marry off to another faction. When the daughter came, the elders stepped in and said the mob was a bloody business and you needed enough children to guarantee the line would continue. Eight years. I went from Dante's lover to something worse than a servant. Then I got pregnant. I was so happy I could barely breathe when I told him. I thought this baby would finally be our way out. But there was no smile on his face. Just a look that was pained and apologetic, like he already knew what he was going to say. "Nora, you don't have a place in this family. Neither does your child. He'd disrupt the line of succession. We can't let him be born." I pressed my hand to my stomach, just barely starting to show. Hot tears hit the floor. Fine. If we couldn't leave together, I would leave alone.

What if humanity’s cruelest monster is the only one who can save you? In the toxic slums of Sector 4—far beneath the glittering glass domes of the elite city—there is only one rule: keep a low profile and stay alive. Jada is a master of survival. From the scraps discarded by the upper class, she builds everything she needs to exist in this merciless world. But during a brutal raid by the ruling Consortium, her identity scanner suddenly flashes a blood-red alarm. The verdict is neither prison nor death. It is: Sector Omega. Sector Omega is a myth born of whispered nightmares. It is the Consortium’s deepest underground laboratory, where the authorities breed genetically mutated supersoldiers. Jada is thrown into a pitch-black cell as a "calming companion" for the most dangerous experiment of all: Subject Zero. He calls himself Kael, and he is the Apex. An unstoppable beast, engineered for war in the toxic outer world—a nightmare of muscle, claws, and blinding rage. Every woman sent into this cell before Jada never left it alive. Yet, when the monster attacks from the shadows and lunges at her, he suddenly halts. The beast catches a scent. In the rebellious scavenger, Kael sees no prey—he recognizes his destined mate. With a single, guttural "Mine," Jada’s fate changes forever. Certain death transforms into a perilous alliance. Kael vows to protect his mate with his life, while Jada discovers the man hidden beneath the monster. To escape the cruel Consortium, they must ignite a bloody rebellion together—one that will shake the dystopian world beneath the dome to its very foundations. For an Apex does not share. Tropes: Sci-Fi Dystopia, Werewolf Romance, Fated Mates, Touch Her and You Die.

FINAL INSTALLMENT OF THE REDEMPTION SERIES Book 1- Two Alphas And A Lie Book 2- The Lycan's Unexpected Alpha I stared up into the eyes of the man that I had yearned for for the past five years. I still couldn't believe that this was happening. It had to be a dream, right? "Are you sure you're ready?" He murmured, running his lips against my jaw. "Once we start, I don't plan to stop." "I'm sure." I rasped, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I've never been more sure about something in my life." My body thrummed with anticipation as his heat seeped into me. And when he began to move, I felt my very soul beginning to come alive. "Please take me." I begged, closing my eyes and bracing myself. A slow heat begins to build within me as he starts to move, crossing the path of no return, and explosions begin to erupt within me. And that was always when the alarm went off and my world of pleasure and true happiness crashed down around me. Since that day, there hadn't been any word from him. There were no notes, phone calls, or even a single mindlink! But suddenly he is back, but he isnt the same. The light that once shone so brightly in his eyes has deminished and all that is left is a spine chilling coldness. He no longer wants me and does everything in his power to hurt me. But i can see that he is suffering from some inner turmoil and I won't let him suffer alone. I will fight for him to the bloody end, even if i die in the end.

***This is the third book in the series*** I lost the girl, the love of my life. I lost my family. Now I’m lost. I thought after the war for Riocht, life would get back to normal. I was so very, very wrong. Kellen, now King of the werewolves, thought after Lamia and Mathias claimed the throne and became the King and Queen of shifters, life would go on as normal. That he would rule his kingdom and search for his own mate and live happily ever after. There was still so much to do. He still hadn’t completely taken control of his position as King, leaving his father’s Beta and Delta in charge. Kingdoms and packs still needed to be repaired; he still needed to be officially crowned. And he still needed to grieve the death of his parents. Kellen wakes up to find himself on a boat, going to Goddess knows where and the last thing he remembers is saying goodbye to Lamia and heading home with Mike. When he finds himself in a strange land, sold to a bloody thirsty Alpha and his deranged Luna, for their packs entertainment, his title, means nothing. A man who cares only for three things; the games, the money, and blood; the more shed the better. While Lamia and Mike search for him on the wrong continent Kellen is thrust into the Gladiator games. Kellen fights for his survival and the lives of many, including one beautiful girl who has captured his heart and has been promised to another as their chosen mate. Can Kellen survive the Gladiator games when the odds are stacked against him, save the people and claim the mate the moon goddess promised him? **This is book 3 in The Delta's Daughter series**

“…Should anyone here know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace." "I do!" A sharp voice bombed the church. Frowning, I turned my head toward the owner of the voice who dared to object to My wedding. And there He stood. My vicious rival. The man I hate the most. The Pakhan of Bratva! Aleksandr Fedorov. "On what ground do you object?" The priest demanded. My face was turning red in anger while He smirked with his eyes set on mine. "Because this bride is already married to me.” I blinked up at him. Married to him!? What the hell was He saying! ***************************** No one knows that it's a fake marriage. A contract marriage to fulfil the last condition of taking over Cosa Nostra. I didn't hear what the Priest was saying, nor did I pay attention to my groom. The white wedding gown was the last step for my crown. I, Aria Salvatore Knight, was going to be the first female Capo dei capi. The one who was going to make history in the world of organised crime. But my hopes and dreams died because of him. My reputation was shattered because of him. He made me a joke in Cosa Nostra and now it's his turn to pay for his sins. Love, betrayal, killing, conspiracy, suffering whatever it costs, Aria knight was determined to become the first Female capo of Cosa Nostra. It has been her aim since her childhood. But what would happen when she was rewarded with the unwanted title of something on her head too, which would create big havoc in Cosa Nostra? The Bratva Queen! Well, Let's dive into the bloody story of the Ice Princess and the Merciless Monster.

His lap is my throne and my body is his salvation. Orphaned and enslaved, I was sold to Prince Erwin's palace to serve as his sex slave. They said the prince drinks blood daily and has a taste for killing people. That only blood, violence, and screams can arouse his sexual desire. His favourite colour was reddish blood, and my hair was red. Perhaps that's why he fell in love with me, made love with me almost every night, but sometimes his demonic side took over and he raped me me brutally. But deep in my heart, I know he loved me. He adorned me with the jewels, burned his own king-father alive, for me. He still chose me even though he was married to a beautiful noblewoman. And I loved him as well. He is the king of my body, my heart, and my soul. The prophecy says that I will die by his hand, and before that happens, I must free him from the curse he was born with. He is the beast, and I am the beauty. Can the beauty heal the beast? **** This story contains some adult concepts such as: - Slavery, Harem, and reverse harem (since the setting is in the 16th. I opposed slavery) - Graphic sexual and violent scenes (stay away if you are under 18) - Bloody vengeance (may be distressing to some readers. If you are easily triggered, it may be best to avoid this book) - Gods, Goddesses vs Demons (Based on Greek mythology, not suitable if you are too religious) This story is a work of fiction, intended to satisfy readers' wildest smut and romantic fantasies. Please do not read this book if you dislike the above topics. You have been warned.