Command Undead 5e

"I woke up in the villainess's bed, but the real nightmare was in my bathtub: a bleeding, unconscious Lycan King. In the original novel, Scarlett Thorne—the woman I’ve now become—claims this amnesiac beast as her fiancé to secure her power. Three months later, when his memories return, he tears her limb from limb. To survive, I must change the script. I’ll nurse him back to health under a fake identity, keep my distance, and disappear before he remembers who he truly is. But as the full moon approaches, the 'tame' man in my basement begins to hunt me with a gaze that is anything but forgetful. He's supposed to be my death sentence. Why does his touch feel like a soul-binding command?"

I was working as a security guard in one of those fancy residential areas when, one day, a property owner handed me 7,000 dollars and asked me to go down to the underground garage to lend a hand. Now, I reckon I didn’t expect what I found there. Inside one of those expensive cars was a woman—a beauty, mind you, with her eyes a little bleary and her cheeks flushed. She was stretching her long, slender legs wide apart, with one hand reaching down... well, you get the idea. It wasn’t exactly what I thought I’d be dealing with when I signed up for this job. The voice on the other end of the phone gave a command, “Take off her tight skirt, let her raise her hips, and have your way with her!"

“Stay still, Elena.” Alessio’s voice was a dark command against her ear. His hands pinned her wrists above her head as Gabriel’s lips trailed down her throat. “You’re ours now. No running. No escape.” Two ruthless mafia kings. One woman caught between them. Elena Rossi never planned to belong to the underworld, but when she witnesses a murder, she becomes their obsession. Alessio De Luca—cold, calculating, and possessive. Gabriel Moretti—reckless, dominant, and just as deadly. Instead of silencing her, they claim her, trapping her in a world of sin, power, and raw, unrelenting passion. But the deeper she falls, the more dangerous their secrets become. And when enemies close in, Elena must decide—can she survive being theirs, or will their love ruin her forever?

Already a billionaire at a young age of 28, Sebastian Jackson "SJ" Kincaid has the world at his feet. He could have anything and anybody he wants with just one command from him.Ellisande Porter, an innocent, young, simple woman is secretly married to SJ, who only met him once and that was during their wedding, which their families had arranged when she was still 17.Four years later, she is being whisked into the limelight and being groomed to become the next Mrs. Kincaid. With nothing but hate she gets from SJ, will Elli be able to find a way to win his heart? Will SJ as well learn to accept his fate and learn to love her? Will a certain past that is catching up be able to help the two be together or tear them apart? Will their love story just stay as arranged or will they be able to fall in love with each other?

Aria Vale stumbles into the wrong place at the worst possible time and witnesses a secret no human should survive; a werewolf shift in the middle of a biker turf war. The Blackfang Reapers’ alpha, Damon Black, should erase her, but something about her sparks a reaction he can’t explain. When Aria proves immune to his alpha command, keeping her alive becomes as dangerous as killing her. Now she’s trapped inside the most feared wolf pack in Ravencrest, hunted by a rival alpha who claims her as his blood. As Damon and Aria clash, burn, and collide, the truth about her identity threatens to ignite a city-wide war. He shouldn’t want her. She shouldn’t trust him. But fate doesn’t care about rules….and some secrets were never meant to stay buried.

Seven years ago, Allyson, a designer of clothing line, was accused of plagiarizing designs after winning a contest. As a result, her husband Travis decided to send her away from the Philippines in order to avoid causing more troubles to his company. That night, Allyson intended to inform her husband of her pregnancy, but due to Travis' decision, she lost the will to do so, especially given her perception of Travis' lack of want to raise a baby. She followed her husband's command because he was the only person who supported her after her parents death. After a few years, she was given the opportunity to return to the Philippines in order to ascertain the truth about a crime that involved one of the most significant individuals in her life. When she came home, she believed that few things had changed including her relationship with her husband.

Where desire burns and nothing is off-limits. Forbidden lust, stolen kisses, and passion so intense it can’t be tamed. Whether it’s a dominant lover who knows just how to break you or the sweet surrender of a love so intense, these are the stories of lovers who crave, fight, and fuck until lust becomes obsession, control becomes surrender, and desire remakes them both—forever. From sizzling encounters in the dark to the sweet torment of knowing they’re everything you shouldn’t want—each story leaves you breathless, craving more. These are the lovers who burn with a hunger so deep, it consumes them. The kind of love that’ll make you surrender to every whispered command, every touch that has you begging for more. Can you handle the heat, or will you fall into a love that’s too hot to handle? In this steamy collection, desire takes no prisoners.

Sylvia always believes she can love Greg into loving her not until he still went back to his ex lover even after five years of their marriage,that was when she realised she had to leave or risk her mental health for a man that doesn't care if she exists. She filed for a divorce and left him. Now Greg can't seem to do anything right again,whatever he wants to achieve or get somehow ends up in Sylvia's hand but she doesn't give a fuck about him again and not just that,she is now married to a powerful man who is ready to burn the world for her. Greg comes kneeling before her for a second chance to love her right. Will Sylvia give a second thought about her first love or will she choose the world where everyone moves at her command?

In my previous life, the apocalyptic haunts descended without warning, and the whole world plunged into a living hell. After two days of starvation, my husband and mother-in-law tied me to a chair. I begged them desperately, but they did not spare me. Instead, to keep their "food" fresh, they sliced the flesh straight from my leg. When I was reborn, I spent every last cent of my fortune to hold a grand, extravagant funeral, for myself. My husband and mother-in-law thought I had lost my mind. However, what they had not known was this: anyone who buried themselves could claim the treasures laid to rest in their own coffin: golden coins that could command the anomalies of the end times. Which meant that with this extravagant funeral, I would stand invincible when the apocalypse arrived. That time, without me as their "meat" and scapegoat… I would see how long they lasted.

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.