Bounty Hunter Bloods Hand Signs

Seraphina has a pretty normal life, but she craves for more, she wants adventures, love. She just wants to have an exciting life other than school and home. Phoenix on the other hand, runs a very bloody one. Vampires fear when they hear his name and the fact that, he is also a Royal vampire, the strongest kind. One situation will put him on Seraphina's path. But will she even remember him? All she wanted was some fun in her life, but this wasnt what she meant.

"This isn't how I expected to see you again, Luna." Hearing the words from the so-called Lord of Sui Generes pack — the oldest pack in the history, I froze. Crash landing onto a different body, my emotions were not in my control and I forced to become the Luna of Lord Astrid Kessler, the ruthless ruler after his ancestors. How did my late husband turned out to be the lord of one of the strongest Werewolf pack? Wasn't I living a normal life? But nothing looked normal after his claim over my life. After being a disgrace in hunter's community, I was thrown out my mankind only to be mocked by the lord. "You're my mate. But I'm not yours." Possessive Alpha's claim or destroying the origin for my own dignity. "Do I choose my love for a ruthless ruler or face the reality of destiny and accept the blood tie?"

Harley Lawrence is a young vampire hunter who comes from a long line of hunters. Every night she patrols the city, ridding it of the evil that stalks the innocent. Without her mother, the past two years have been tough and now she can't help but wish for something more than a life of hunting. Mason James is a five hundred year old vampire who runs with the biggest clan in New York City and yet is still bound by his humanity. The leader of the clan, Demitri Van Santen, has plans that touch upon a whole new level of evil, and Mason doesn't like them. So he finds Harley and warns her of what is to come.

“I will never do the thing you're asking me off" Myla sneered as gazed at Ares in disgust but he just chuckled then moved closer to her. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered “I own you and I can do whatever I want with you" With that being said, he tore off the piece of clothing on her body and Myla gasped. Myla hunter had always dreamt of a world where Mystical beings and Humans can live together peacefully but that dream came spiraling down soon enough after her father got killed by a young wolf who was possessed by a demon. After this tragedy, she wore to avenge her father and the only way she could do that was by becoming the Demon wolf's Slave. Along the line, she discovered that things are not always as they seem and found herself falling in love with her father's killer. Will love prevail or will the quest for revenge be greater?

Rejected and humiliated, Lilith Brookes was dealt a lousy Hand by faith, eventually leading to her imminent death. But once again, Fate has dealt another card. A mysterious Alpha saved Lilith with glowing crimson and Amber eyes. With this new chance that Fate had dealt, will Lilith find true happiness

"So, I had my first kiss when I was eighteen. I was sitting on a bench park as a handsome guy went towards me, leaned, raised my chin and kissed me." That was the thought that ran on Cassadie's mind that night after they make love. She realized that the man who was her first kiss was the man lying beside her now. She was amazed and embarrassed at first but later then, she was confused as Yomiel confessed that he traveled back in time just to be her first kiss. The alluring, handsome, young detective of Felgrom City, Yomiel Argentum who was secretly an Ultima Werewolf without his knowledge had fallen in love on a werewolf hunter, Cassadie Aiden. Would their relationship work out when the Luna of the werewolf clan, who was Yomiel's mother wanted Cassadie dead? Will they successfully kill Cassadie? or will they fail to do so as Yomiel would travel back in time to save her over and over no matter what.

"Is it really so unbelievable that I would kiss you? That I want you?" he asks, the softness of his tone gliding its way across my skin. "Because I plan to do it over and over again." *** While working her job at an Inn, Akara is faced with a mysterious stranger, who blows in with the wind, followed by the terrible rumours that surrounds his name. A Hunter. A man who kills, and leaves no trace. Needing her invaluable knowledge, the Hunter kidnaps Akara, however, is intercepted on his journey, by an unstoppable force. A King. Instead of throwing Akara into a prison, the King makes a deal. She has freedom within his magnificent palace in return for her company. However, making a deal with a powerful man sinks her deep into his world, and the danger is possesses. And all the while, she must battle her feelings for the wrong man, and decide her fate.

A NOVEL ON STOCKHOLM SYNDROME BOOK 1 OF A THREE BOOK SERIES *TRIGGER WARNING* This book contains scenes that some readers may find disturbing… and also slightly annoying. “Miss. Iris, do you believe she has a point?” she asked and returned to her seat once again. “I don’t think so, her father and uncle deserve to go to jail.” My answer extracted a smile from her like she was proud of my response. “My name is Christine; I am a renowned medico-legal psychotherapist. Been in the business for over twenty years and that is what a case of Stockholm syndrome looks like. In my years of experience, we see situations similar to this but its our job to help the victims realize” “Wow…” I started, really amazed at what she had said and what her work entails. I was only concerned why they locked me in a room with a psychotherapist “it must be difficult at times” I added. “yeah, its difficult every time” she laughed “but today isn’t about me, I have a question for you.” There was a brief pause in between before she carried on “Does Hunter deserve to go to jail?”

He was a feared mafia with bloods on his hands while she was a gentle and caring with the aim of providing for her family somehow fate brought them together, how far would it take them?

Theo's back arches off the cold locker room floor, a thick silicone cock buried to the hilt inside him, his stepbrother's hand wrapped around his throat. "You wanted this," Hunter growls, squeezing tighter. Theo's vision spots. His cock weeps. He nods or tries to. The pressure on his windpipe is pure ecstasy. Every brutal thrust of the toy scrapes against that spot that makes him see stars. He's a masochist. He can handle it. He needs it. Hunter leans down, breath hot against Theo's ear. “Say you're mine. Say the contract doesn't mean shit." Theo chokes out a laugh around the hand on his neck. "Make me." --- That's how it started. A lie. A scholarship. A stepbrother he pretended to hate and date Theo had a plan, keep his head down, win games, land the scholarship. But his new sponsor only supports out-and-proud athletes and Theo isn't out. So he lied. Said he was already in a relationship. With Hunter. His tattooed, sharp-tongued, forbidden stepbrother. That was four years ago. Now Hunter is back not as family, but as Theo's team manager. Same smirk. Same hands. Same way of pinning Theo against office walls and reminding him that lies have consequences. "You wanted to be in a relationship with me?" Hunter whispers, shoving the toy deeper, cutting off Theo's air again, spitting on his own cock fists stroking from base to tip while biting on Theo’s earlobe. "Then bleed for it.”