Bloody Maria Cyberpunk

He's Alpha Vladimir Albert Darkclaw when he's in his pack and Lord Marino Jenkins to the underworld Mafia. He's a mafia lord which everyone summit's to. Although they have other mafia Lords in Russia but they all summit to him alone. A 26 years old Lucifer........ No one messes with him and lives the next second. He buys and changes slaves like a toy. The only Alpha who taught his wolf Annihilator how feed on humans. Alpha of Feral Fury Pack, where the Pack members prays for his regime to be over but it just begun. Trained by Devil's them selves, what do you expect. He's nicknamed Lucifer......... .......................... April Lopez, an innocent girl sold to the Devil for money. She endured all kinds of torture from the Clan members until the Devil came back. An innocent act of her's made her became his personal possession, his personal slave. His to torture..... His to spoil and corrupt ...... His to fuck......... His to kill......... ******************** " Strip and position yourself in a doggy style on that dresser" he thundered dangerously, glaring at the innocent girl Infront of him who doesn't seem to understand what he's saying.... " I don't understand" she stammered with fear, trying to act strong but her voice and body failed her wildly " I won't repeat myself again" he yelled this time, causing her to start crying silently. " I don't understand the meaning of the word strip or doggy style" she cried, while Vlad stared at her coldly. How will the innocent April cope in world filled with darkness and corruption? Will she be able to escape from him or die in darkness? Will his revenge be completed knowing that he has started growing a strange feeling for the daughter of person that killed his family on that bloody night?

He is close yet so far! He was right, he is not mine. How can he be when he is going to marry her in a few minutes ? Why did it felt like we were meant to be ? Why wasn't I able to stop myself from loving him ? Why is it paining so much ?! My heart is tearing apart and he is not even fazed by my tears. What an irony ?! The man who wiped my worries, my tears away is the reason for my heartache now. Why can't he love me back ? Why ? “It’s okay. He is not meant to be yours. What's yours will find you. My brother doesn't deserve you. Don't waste your precious tears on him. Allah knows everything. . Trust him.” his sister and my cousin whispers passing a sad smile. It's time for his marriage. Asmara had given her consent, now it's his turn to accept her, his wife. “Mir Mustafa Ahwaan son of Aqib Ahwaan, do you accept Asmara Ahmed daughter of Yousuf Ahmed as your wife ?” he looked up, his dark brown orbs clashed with mine. There was some uncertainty and sadness looming inside them, just like mine. I pleaded him to say no, but looked like he won’t falter from his decision. Looking into my eyes he replied, ‘I do’, three times, taking her as his wife. He accepted her as his, but his gaze is not faltering from my face. He took his decision and now it's my turn. I will go from here and free myself from pain. I smiled at him as a treacherous tear leaked out of my eye but I quickly wiped it and stood up to leave. It's not over for Maria Ahwaan. It's just the beginning of new chapter in my life!

“I’m going to split you open on my cock right here on this table,” he snarled, fangs grazing the frantic pulse in my throat, “and knot you so deep my daughter and every wolf in this pack will smell me dripping out of your ruined little cunt for weeks. Tell me you want that, babygirl. Beg Daddy for it.” I was shaking, slick running down my thighs, clit throbbing so hard I couldn’t breathe. “Yes… please…” His massive hand clamped around my throat, squeezing until stars burst behind my eyes. “Yes what, little human?” “Yes, Daddy,” I choked out, voice breaking. “Ruin me. Breed me. Right fucking now.” --- I never should’ve stepped foot in Ireland for my best friend’s Christmas wedding. Not when I’ve spent months on my knees in the dark, fingers buried in my pussy, moaning her father’s name like a prayer. Alpha Cassian Blackthorne. Ruthless. Feral. Old enough to be my father...twice over. The monster who makes empires kneel and wolves beg, the wolf who could snap my neck with a flick of his wrist… and the only man I want choking me with his belt while he forces every thick inch down my throat. He’s forbidden. He’s depraved. He’s looking at me now under the blood-red Christmas lights like he’s already tasted my surrender. And he has one holiday wish... To hunt me. Break me. Fuck me raw and bloody until I’m addicted to his knot. Until I’m carrying his pup and wearing his bite like a collar. This Christmas, the Alpha isn’t asking permission. He’s taking his naughty little human pet… And I’m already dripping for the day he finally snaps.

My name is Kayla. You don’t know me, but you will. My parents are Isiah and Ava Black, and my father is the son of Mercury Black. He was the king of the mafia until he passed the title to my father, so now my dad goes on the collections just like my grandpa used to do, and sometimes I even go with him. Spike still comes on jobs, and so does my great grandfather, Hawk. Everything was going great. Everything was going brilliantly, just a little rogue problem every now and then, but that's about it, and it wasn't anything we couldn't handle. Dad sometimes comes back bloody from the collections, but I know that's normal since we are the mafia and werewolves. Then, one day, everything changed when Dad got a letter from some guy calling himself the lycan king. I thought that because my grandfather, Mercury, was a lycan and a werewolf and king of the mafia, he would naturally be the king of the lycans too, so we'd never heard of this so-called lycan king. However, he sure had heard about us and was asking for our help. If he is the king, how come he needs our help? I don’t trust this guy. Something is weird about him, and I don't like how I am drawn to him or how weird he makes me feel. I turn twenty in the human world in a few days, and that's when I'm meant to shift and find my mate too, so what's going to happen once I do? Everything is going to go crazy and turn to shit. Can I fight this until I figure out who he really is? Is he really the lycan king? Let's find out.

In a world where werewolves rule from the shadows and humans live in carefully crafted ignorance 17 YrAria Blackwood receives an invitation that will shatter everything she believes to be true. Selected for the prestigious Crimson Moon Academy—a place where the "fortunate few" humans are groomed to become mates for powerful werewolf alphas-Aria thinks she's escaping her cursed life as the town outcast. Born with strange silver eyes and raised by a grandmother who speaks in riddles, she's spent years hiding abilities she doesn't understand. But Crimson Moon Academy isn't the paradise promised in the glossy brochures. It's a hunting ground where humans are prey, alphas are predators, and survival means playing a game with rules written in blood. Worse still, Aria catches the attention of the Shadow Princes—four ruthless alpha heirs who rule the academy with iron claws Kaine, the Northern Prince, whose icy demeanor hides a dangerous obsession. Zephyr, the Southern Prince, whose charm is as lethal as his bite. Raven, the Eastern Prince, who sees through every lie and keeps darker secrets. Lysander,the Western Prince, the cruelest of them all, who views humans as toys to break. Each wants to claim her.Each wants to destroy her. And each holds a piece of the puzzle to her true identity—an identity that could either save their world or burn it to ash. As Aria uncovers the academy's bloody secrets and her own forbidden heritage, she realizes she's not just another human lamb led to slaughter. She's something far more dangerous. Something that was never meant to exist. The alphas wanted a prey to hunt.Instead, they awakened a predator But in a game where trusting anyone means death, and her own blood might be the deadliest betrayal of all, Aria must decide: Will she embrace the monster within.

“I’m going to fuck all of Vincent’s memory out of you,” he murmurs. “You’re Carter’s woman now.” ★★★★★ At just 21, Lyla Rose thought she had it all; a loving husband, a powerful mafia family, and a future she believed was secure. But everything comes crashing down when a medical report reveals she’s infertile. Vincent Ricci, her ruthless mafia husband, can’t tolerate that one imperfection. In a brutal, heartless move, he divorces her and replaces her with Maria, the fertile woman who can give him the heir Lyla never could. But that’s just the beginning. Refusing to be discarded so easily, Lyla struggles to let go. But when Vincent plans to lock her away in a basement, everything changes. Carter Ricci, Vincent’s cold, calculating uncle, steps in. He takes her to his penthouse, promising to protect her, cherish her, and vowing he’s nothing like his nephew. But Carter has his own dark secrets. And once they’re revealed, everything Lyla thought she knew about him will be shattered. When Vincent realizes the mistake he’s made, regret consumes him and he comes to take her back. But Carter has no intention of letting her go. He’s claimed her, body and soul. Now Lyla must choose: Will she return to the man who shattered her, or stay with the one who trapped her in a web of lies and manipulation? And can Carter really hold onto the woman he took through deceit, or will his dark past destroy everything they've built? ★★★★★ TROPES YOU’LL LOVE ✔️ Ex-husband’s uncle ✔️ Mafia x secrets ✔️ Betrayal & forbidden love ✔️ Innocent x ruthless ✔️ Age gap ✔️ Dominant x submissive ✔️ Dark obsession ✔️ Lies & twisted romance

Triple Threats -Strong Female Lead -Three scoundrels, Cough! Cuties on a mission. -Rebirth Interviewer, "If you and your husband's mistress are drowning, who would he save first?" Scarlett Tates scoffs, "That's a ridiculous question. I don't have the time to play such stupid games. In Fact, you've just reminded me to take swimming lessons." Dakota Asgrave frosts over, "Mrs Asgrave how can I be your prince charming if you don't spare me some opportunities? You, stop this interview! How dare you put bad thoughts into my wife's mind?! Isn't it hard enough that she is a prodigy in everything?!" Interviewer, "..." * * * Scarlett Tates, an overbearing aristocrat, didn't expect the cliche that happens in books to happen to her as well. Her fiance, whom she donated a kidney to, cheated on her with her senior step-sister. Distraught, she sought solace in alcohol and ended up sleeping with an unknown man! Strangely, after that steamy night she found herself, bloody and with a sickly baby girl in front of her parents' gates with no memory of what had happened or where she's been in the last 9 months! Over the next ten years, the once proud woman was chastised by the world, used and abused by her family, fiance and her once greatest hope of a love-filled life, her husband. What's worse she was separated from her daughter for five years! In the end, Scarlett died a miserable death of being run down by a car like an animal and made a wish in her last breath. It seemed God had finally noticed her when she opened her eyes, back five years in the past! After being given a second chance how will Scarlett take charge of her life? What truths might she discover on her way of becoming the next top doctor?

I stood on the pavement outside the townhouse that had been my sanctuary for ten years, watching the removal men haul out my life. Beside me, Lyle didn't even have the decency to look guilty. "It’s just business, Lolly," he’d said an hour ago, dropping the divorce papers onto the marble kitchen island. "You were a beautiful asset. But assets fucking depreciate." Now, I was a 'no one'. No money, no keys, and my reputation dragged through the mud. I stared up at the window of my bedroom. Krista – my ex best friend – was up there right now.. I turned. A man leaned against the frame of a waiting black saloon car. He didn't look like a bloody saviour. He looked like the devil, and right now, the devil was exactly what I needed. "I'm Franco," he murmured. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a phenomenal. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache. He held out an invitation. The Apex Bloom. A survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty. It rewards the hunger of a woman who has nothing left to lose." A sharp shock shot through me, and I let out a soft gasp. He stepped half an inch closer, his thigh brushing against mine. He knew what that touch did to me. He wanted it just as much as I did. "Rule one," Franco whispered. "In my arena, the only way to bloom is to bleed. Are you ready?"

Staring at the garden doors, waiting for her to walk in after her first shift, the doors swing open and I stuck in place at the sight, her long beautiful blonde curls cascading down the front of another Alpha's chest, her face buried in his neck, her tan legs wrapped around his waist as her body lays against his back. I stumble backwards, I can't breathe, my wolf growls in my head, "MINE!" Looking in the rearview she's waving her arms and jumping up and down in a white t-shirt. I know what she wants, and I'll need to go off grid until I can convince my wolf to take the rejection. I scream, "STOP, COME BACK!" as I watched as the small red taillights disappear into the darkness. A tear rolled down my cheek as I turned and looked at the pack house, my wolf howled in my head, "MATE, GO AFTER HIM NOW!" This isn’t how I imagined my 18th birthday would go. I return to the Alpha Academy in Denver, only to find him gone, I steal his car and now sit at a crossroad, my wolf stirs, "go east." I sarcastically laughed, "really and you know this how?" She giggles, "his wolf will direct him back to the last place he scented you, he's heading back to NY." I arch a brow, " we'll track our Alpha, and hear his explanation." Following the path of bloody bodies, in the dodgiest bars, I know I'm on the right path but finding a young girl with his scent all over her, crying in a car outside of one, not what I was expecting. He did it to her too, captured her heart and walked away, just like he did me. Now I want a rejection not an explanation.

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.