Bête

Riya Rolfe thinks that stories about werewolves and Lycans are just old wives tales so she gets a huge and unexpected shocker when she wakes up as a werewolf and finds herself in a world where werewolves like her are the property of Lycans to do with as they wish and she has to compete for the affections of the Lycan Prince. “What are you wearing?” He said, drawing so close that the smell of cedarwood and the sea filled my senses as he fingered the necklace which’s pendant disappeared into the hollow between my breasts while I struggled to pretend like I was not moved by his actions. “It was a gift.” I said straightening up and staring brazenly into his eyes which glowed dangerously and he growled and snapped the necklace off my neck in one fluid move. “You belong to me, only I can adorn you with jewelry and my touch.”

"I am yours, Scarlett," he cut me off and my words got caught in my throat. "I belong to you. My body is yours. My soul is yours. . ." I blinked slowly as I stared up at him with wide eyes. What was this man talking about? I wanted to refuse it, to push it aside as just mere talk but his golden eyes were blazing into mine. There was so much determination in his voice that I just had to believe him. "You can see me naked whenever you want. You can touch me whenever you want," he whispered. —------------------- Right from the day my mother brought me into the world, she hated me as if I was the devil’s spawn itself. She abused me every chance she got and made me hate myself. Things only got worse when she forced me to take my sister’s place– her precious daughter– and marry a total pervert– Marco Bianchi, as it was my family’s way of upholding our allegiance with the Bianchi Family. It was either I married him or she cut off my medical bills and leave me for dead. I had no choice but to accept and was going to marry Marco until I met him– Viktor Marcelli– the most feared ruthless Mafia Leader who had a heart as dark as his past. He waltzed into my wedding, shattered my world and offered me a choice: Go ahead and Marry Marco, the pervert and monster I knew, or take my chance with him– a total stranger who could either become my savior or destroy what was left of my soul…

Soulmates. Everyone, between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, would have the names of their soulmates appear on their left or right wrist in a light grey ink that turned red when you meet them. Should your soulmates die then their name would turn white. *** *** Luca stood staring down at the water below him as he stood on the thick cement railing of the bridge. Looking down at his wrists he traced the names Williams Roswell and Jedidiah Roswell, the names of his soulmates who he had yet to meet. “I’m sorry,” He sobbed. “I can’t do it anymore. You both will be better off without me, you don’t need me… I’m nothing…”. “Goodbye.” He dropped his hands to his sides and took a deep breath then jumped in.

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out to get her, how does she face her fear?

Mira found herself sold to her greatest enemies, who turned out to be her mates. She never expected to feel so much desire toward them, battling the bond while uncovering secrets that would shatter her world. The Lycan brothers—Rowan, Damien, Lucian, and Kai—are cursed, and the only cure lies in Mira’s death. But how can they sacrifice the one woman they’re bound to love?

Ava Collins, is a twenty-one year old who's been dealt her fair share of pain. Losing her parents at a young age, being abused, and assaulted leads to her lashing out and becoming the most feared bounty hunter in America. But you can't have the good without the bad, can you? Someone like her must have enemies, and they were responsible for her being thrown in a behavioral management school where she meets people who she finally cares much about. Especially two guys. This story isn’t your average romance triangle. This story revolves around trauma, drama, blood, loss and of course love. At the end of the day, the real question is: Will love conquer it all? Or will her numerous enemies be too much for them to bear?

Katanya, langkah awal untuk maju adalah melupakan masa lalu. Tapi apakah bisa melupakan masa lalu? Kenangan manis, atau kesedihan yang pahit di masa lalu, Ilena selalu ingat, terutama pada Naftanya.

Mercy was all I asked for but I guess I didn't deserve it. Dragged by her long nappy hair, like a heavy bag carried by a weak person through the mud and sand. Her screams and begging fell of deaf ears, not even her father batted an eye. Torture seemed to find her everywhere, even now, as everyone applauded with smiles, wishing the newly wedded couple, a beautiful life ahead. A marriage that marked the beginning of endless an and undisturbed torture.

Pearl Augustus never knew being rebellious at home would lead her into the arms of the notorious psycho named Lucas Anderson and not only did he manage to frustrate her but he also got into her heart before he disappeared from the surface of the world. Seven years later, he's rumored to have returned to town and now, Lucas Anderson, ruthless, domineering, and powerful never expected Pearl to seek a job in his company but once she did, he knew his obsession just included one. Now he wants more than money, influence, and power as he also wants Pearl Augustus at all costs. This book transcends between the past and the present, narrating the tale of two lives that got intertwined more than a time but for almost three decades. Update is thrice a week. (hopefully)

Murder. That’s what the world called it. To him, it was mundane. My husband didn’t even blink while stabbing me twenty-seven times… Not even when he knew I was thirteen weeks pregnant with his child. I died. But fate is cruel. Crueler than him......Because it gave me another chance - a chance not to escape, but to finish the game. This time, I didn’t run. This time, I chose violence. I walked toward the man who would murder me in five years, looked straight into his pretentious eyes, and smiled. “Nicolas… let’s get married.” A smirk curled on my lips. Devil? He didn’t create one. He created me: Anna Fvcking Devile.