Breath Of The Wild Fanfiction

SOLD TO THE ALPHA FOR A ONE NIGHT STAND When he stepped into view, all my breath left me in one sharp gasp. His presence filled the room, an overwhelming force that took my breath away. He stood tall and confident, his black hair styled back, a few stray strands falling over his forehead, giving him a wild edge. His jaw was strong, a neatly trimmed beard only accentuating his chiseled features. He was devastatingly handsome, but it wasn’t just his looks that affected me, it was the aura around him, the power that radiated from every inch of his body. His eyes locked with mine, and an overwhelming sense of power washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest, racing like I had no control over it. This man wasn’t just anyone. There was something primal in his gaze, something dangerous and alluring. Something...otherworldly.

I'm attacked after the murderer who took my sister's life is released from prison. He pins me to the forest floor, allowing me to scream and shout until I run out of strength. As the fireworks explode above me, blood pools around me. Two months later, my husband becomes his next victim. I burst into manic laughter when I see the torment he has to suffer.

René Huang is a French-Chinese Painter who lives in France. He lives alone there when his parents are living in China. He is famous, rich, and handsome. Everything in his life was perfect until finally, unexpected events started happening in his life. He painted some paintings in his sleep, and there was a secret behind them. He wanted to find out the secret, and when he became a guest lecturer in an art university, he met a student who was related to the paintings. Their relationship was not good at first, but when they were investigating the paintings together, the romance started blooming. Note: This novel is inspired by my fanfiction that was posted on another platform. The idea and the story are mines. No plagiarism. Cover by MichelleLeeee

Samira looked into his eyes, trying to figure out if he was joking. Seeing only calmness, she nodded, desperate to get out of the situation she'd found herself in. "Your performance..." "You want me to sleep with you?" she interrupted, unable to believe her ears. He poked her head gently. "Is that what your little mind keeps telling you? I don't hate the idea of making love to you, but I can't do it without your permission. And that doesn't mean I'm willing to let you go." "Then what do you mean?" He tightened his grip on her waist, causing her thighs to grind against his growing arousal. He groaned loudly, his breath ragged as he palmed her ass cheeks. Her short dress was not helping matters. "I don't love wild women in my bed," he said. Samira knew he was lying. He wanted her to act wild so he could keep her forever. An idea popped into her mind, and she didn’t hesitate to put it into action. "How about we confirm your theory of the ideal woman in the room?"

“You are mine Bella, you have always been.” Ian said to me binding my hands tight behind my back. His hard breath beat my skin. Even a cold Alpha like him has his wild side. I gasped for freedom from his grip. I am his and he is mine. Our heavy heartbeats created a beautiful rhythm together. “You love me. You love only me.” He whispered to my ears. *** After a life threatening accident in the woods, Bella meets the cold and seemingly heartless Alpha of the silver city pack – Ian, who saves her life by transferring his life-force bead into her. Bella has to live in the pack and pretend to be Ian’s mate for a hundred days while she healed.

“My body aches to taste you,” Alpha Dante growled against his Luna’s neck, his breath hot and ragged as it brushed over her skin. “Mmhmmm… Then take a bite,” Stormy whispered, trembling as Alpha Dante’s fangs grazed her skin. ****** When the moon rises, desire takes over, and lust turns into something far more dangerous. The Orgy of Desire: Werewolf Erotica Collection is a wild collection of stories where pleasure knows no bounds, pulsing with lust, power, and surrender. Within its pages, raw hunger, overwhelming sensations, and forbidden cravings ignite between Werewolves and mortals, mates and rivals, predators and prey. Each story smolders with primal tension, where dominance melts into submission and every touch burns with ecstasy and damnation, leaving you trembling, wet, and desperate for more. Alphas crave Omegas. Omegas ache for Alphas. Betas burn for ecstasy.

Godiva's attempt to escape from her cruel fate of being sold to seven Alphas, turns interesting when she is rescued by Alpha Rock who promises to protect her, only if she bears his mark. He is everything she hates. Cold, unspoken, wild and ruthless but if she was going to bear his mark, then she needed to tame him. Alpha Rock was known in North America as the Alpha of Alphas due to his ruthlessness. Luck shines on him when he goes to redeem his purchase and ends up rescuing her when he recognizes her as his mate. She agrees to be marked by him but the mark soon disappears because of an error of his past. Now how does he protect Godiva from six ruthless Alphas' while trying to correct the errors of his past? Will he give her up or fight for her till his last breath to keep her?

He inhaled deeply. “Let’s do some extra work for you.” I shook my head as he began to pull my zipper down. “My money is waiting for you,” he said coldly, hoarsely, and as deep as an abyss. His warm breath touched my neck, followed by money scattered over my body. Max knew I needed his money. And I knew he wanted my body. *** Betrayed on her wedding day and branded cursed for being a wolfless Alpha heir, Skylar Clover Clementine loses everything. Her pack, her groom, and her pride. Fleeing to another pack, she hides under a false identity as a caddie girl, only to fall into the hands of Maximilian Vale Keagan, the most feared Alpha and the ruthless leader of the biker gang Wild Hurricanes. Max offers Skylar protection, but demands her submission in return. What begins as revenge turns into obsession when he discovers she’s his fated mate.

“I desire you in the most maddening way,” Kael growled, his lips just a breath from mine. “Then show me,” I whispered, heart racing, already undone. *** In a world ruled by instincts, some bonds go deeper than blood. Eira Vale is a quiet healer with secrets buried deeper than the forest she’s summoned to. When duty forces her into the territory of the Blackridge Pack, she doesn’t expect to survive long—especially not under the cold, watchful gaze of Alpha Kael Thorne. Feared. Respected. Untouchable. Kael is everything Eira was taught to avoid—dominant, dangerous, and far too tempting. But something ancient stirs between them, something primal neither of them understands… or dares to name. As the wild begins to close in, Eira must decide what’s more terrifying: the bond tying her to a man with the power to break her—or the truth that’s been hunting her all along. Dark, seductive, and emotionally charged, "Beneath the Howl" is a slow-burn romance where fate is a curse, desire is dangerous, and nothing is as it seems. ***

She didn't mean to moan when he pressed her against the stone wall, his hand between her thighs, his breath scorching against her ear. "You're soaking, little Omega," Damien growled. "Tell me-did you think of us when you touched yourself at night? Or did you cry and clench your legs shut like a good little liar?" She trembled and her body ached for more. Lucian's voice came next, rough and dark. "You ran from us. Left us hard and hungry. Do you know how close I came to tearing through that city just to feel your cunt grip my cock?" Her knees buckled, but Kael caught her, dragging her back into his chest with a growl. "You belong to us, Omega. Say it, or I'll bend you over this desk and make you remember with every inch." She gasped, lips parted, but her voice broke before the words came. "Say it," Damien snapped. "Say who owns this filthy little body." The mate bond snapped, it was wild and irresponsible. She burned for them, and ached for them. And when she ran, they hunted. Now they've found her again, and she was trembling, slick, lying to herself with every breath she takes. But there's no more mercy. She'll scream when they mark her. Shake when they knot her. Break when they bond her. "You were made for our cocks, little mate," Lucian whispers, licking her tears. "Now open your mouth and show us how sorry you are." This time, they don't make love. They destroy her and she begs for more.