Novel & Cerita Claimed Book

The jewelries caught the little sunlight coming through the window and glittered brilliantly in the room. "This one is laced with the rare blue diamonds. It is handmade and will look lovely on the Queen," the shopowner, divulged with a proud smile on his face. Sabrina picked it up and examined the piece. Elizah was only looking at her. He will get he whatever she wants. He just wanted her back in return.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

Alora Well, this is fifty seven shades of fucked the hell up. I am standing back here at the back of the room, behind the podium where Killian is currently addressing his wolves. He's explaining that I'm his mate, and we have claimed each other. I almost choke on that, but I manage to hold it in.

Cove lifted the lid with steady hands. Inside, resting on black velvet, was a severed pinky finger, still wearing Don Caruso’s distinctive gold ring. The cut was clean and brutal, the skin pale and bloodied at the edges. A small note was tucked beside it, written in bold black ink: “The war is just beginning. Your turn next.” Eli stared at the gruesome gift, his stomach twisting, but he did not look away. The anchor Cove had given him the night before held firm.

Gemma said and flopped down beside Ivy. Ivy opened the wrapped box with care and what she found inside amazed her. In it was a gown. When they carefully took it out, they realized it was from the famous cloth brand Elites. Their pieces cost nothing less than millions. "Wow!! This is hot girl!" Gemma gushed over the cloth. "It's gorgeous but I won't be wearing this," Ivy said and carefully placed the cloth back into the box. She couldn't allow herself out on a cloth that cost more than what she spends in probably a whole year.

"I'm no story teller to tell the story of the past, just get on with whatever you have to say because I don't have all day, he added arrogantly. "Why did you attack The Blue Lake Creek Pack?", Elder Senile asked. "That's absurd, I'd never attack this Pa- "You threatened us, yes or no?", Laureffaine cut him off. "Yes, I did", he replied. "You told me you'd smear this Pack with blood", Laureffaine yelled, her anger getting the better of her. "Yes, I did not", Lupus matched her anger. She denying the bond they shared was never a problem to him. Who would love a Rogue Alpha?

The Royal Crimson Bar lived up to its reputation. Creatures of the night and humans mingled as they raised their drinks to the air and danced to the beat of the bustling music. The night hasn't yet reached its peak but humans flocked to this place without regard to the safety code the World Government established to protect them from the creatures of the night. Fifty years ago, the world dramatically changed after a phenomenon struck it with the revelation that the creatures of the night really exist and not some type of fiction that could be read in novels.

The two of them immediately started talking over each other. "I drew another dinosaur today." "I got another gold star." "My dinosaur has ten heads now." "That's too many." "No, it isn't." "It is." I laughed, shaking my head. "They've started again." Clara smiled. "I don't think they'll ever stop." "They're adorable." The children continued arguing about dinosaurs while Clara looked back at me. "So..." I already knew another question was coming. Has Liam officially introduced you as his girlfriend yet?" I laughed awkwardly.

"Are you suggesting I staged my son's kidnapping?" "I'm suggesting that everything about your return is suspiciously timed." I knew I should stop talking, knew I was revealing too much, but the words kept coming. "You show up claiming Zeke has a son he never knew about, right when Cameron's parentage is being questioned. You have this dramatic story about being pushed off a cliff and surviving against all odds. You need Zeke's resources and protection. It's all very convenient." "You're delusional." "Am I?" I laughed but it sounded unhinged even to my own ears. "Or am I the only one willing to say what everyone's thinking? That maybe, just maybe, you're not the tragic victim you're pretendin

“Unzip it.” My hands move to unzip the bag slowly. When the lid falls off, my breath catches in my throat. Inside is a collection of things I don’t expect he’d travel with; a black kit of everything that makes my stomach churn — leather straps neatly coiled like snakes, polished leather cuffs, a sleek black blindfold, coils of black rope, a black whip, dildo, vibrator, gag, clamps, small black box with no markings. Everything is organized with disturbing perfection, like a soldier laying out weapons.