Damn It You Call This Beast Taming Novels & Stories

I am reborn on the day my wife, Courtney Clarke, embezzles company funds to pay off her childhood best friend, Travis Foster's, gambling debts. This time, I, Nathan Turner, don't sell my patents to help her plug her financial hole. Instead, I swiftly file for divorce with the court and cut ties with her. This is all because in my previous life, I had loved her with everything I had for 50 years. I was at her beck and call. She claimed she longed for a platonic marriage, and so I endured a sexless marriage for decades. All this lasted until the day of the shipwreck, when I gave her the last life vest. Yet, after she was saved, she never told the rescue team that I was still trapped inside the cabin. In my final moments, through a crack in the cabin door, I watched her throw herself into Travis' arms. "Trav, I love you. I only love you. From now on, no one will stand in the way of our love." In that moment, I abandoned all will to live, letting the sea swallow me whole. So this time, after being reborn, I choose to step aside and let her pursue her love.

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?

Our daughter, Luna Woods, developed a high fever. Her body was burning hot. I immediately dialed 911 for help. The dispatcher on the other end kept repeating his questions. He spoke slowly, as if deliberately stalling for time. By the time I finally heard the ambulance siren, Luna was already turning cold in my arms. In less than a year, my wife and I separated. We were consumed by endless grief and blamed for each other. Afterward, I merely existed for the sake of it. I was a hollow shell of a man. Then, one day, I received a wedding invitation from my ex-wife. The moment I played the audio invitation, a chill ran down my spine. The groom’s voice was identical to that of the slow, dawdling dispatcher from that year! I rushed out, utterly distraught, only to be hit by a roaring train. When I opened my eyes again, I heard Luna crying in the next room. Her forehead was burning hot. My wife hurriedly handed me the phone. “Quick, call 911! I’ll get a wet towel.” My hands trembled as I took the phone. When it was answered, I heard a familiar male voice through the receiver. “911, what’s your emergency?”

BOOK ONE OF THE CLAIMED SERIES The Lycan beast had always been a war animal, one who enjoyed bloodshed and forceful takeovers. He turned into a beast after he lost everything he owned in a fire including his wife and infant. During a power usurp, the Lycan king found something he never expected — A mate! What’s worse? She’s a weak wolf who wouldn’t even stand a chance in his own world. He wants to get rid of her before she serves as a weakness to him but he doesn’t understand where the urge to protect her came from.

Lips meet; Bodies tangle. It should never have happened. Opposites, who could never attract. Enemies, who were never able to coexist. That was what Ariana and Cross were to each other. She was the city’s most famous detective, known for her crackdown on gang activity that once plagued the cityscape day and night. And Cross? He was THE most powerful Mafia Don. Everything was at his disposal: money, loyalty, sex. But when night falls and enemies become lovers, the line begins to blur between love and hate. Ariana feels like a traitor to her city. But Cross is relentless and unwilling to let go of her after a taste and Ariana is willing to let him own her.

He’s the beast everyone fears. She’s the virgin who awakens the monster. When orphaned waitress Liana Blake witnesses a werewolf attack in the woods, she’s kidnapped by a dangerously seductive billionaire—who also happens to be an Alpha cursed to live without love. He says she’s his mate. She says he’s insane. But when he marks her to save her life, she’s thrown into a world of primal rituals, ancient bloodlines, and deadly secrets. Their bond is forbidden, their chemistry undeniable. But to survive, she must tame the ruthless Alpha before he loses control and kills everyone—including her.

Past hurts have taught Vivienne Bouvier not to shy away from danger or show fear, not even when she encounters the ruthless Adonis Knight, CEO to Crimson Inc. But things are not always what they seem, and Vivienne may not be the only one with secrets up her sleeve—secrets of the shapeshifting, moon goddess, mates variety. As feelings and temptations ignite, old enemies start to close in on all sides, and with a potential war brewing they know they must fight to win, as failure could mean their deaths.

"Fine, I’ll do it, but only on the condition that my grandma gets proper treatment. If you don’t hold your end of the bargain,” Sandra said as her tone quieted down before adding, “even the stars won’t save you from me.” ******* He wanted a bride, and unknown to him, he’d married the wrong bride. Aztec Marshall was cruel, and toxic for a powerful alpha, but that was how he reigned. Many who knew him were too scared to even look in his direction. Women who loved his dangerous aura wanted him, but all he needed was for his pack to be strong. She was a simple human, with simple desires, though her greatest challenge was to finance her sickling grandma, the only family that truly cared about her. Adopted into a werewolf family, Sandra Franzel didn't know that she was just a contingency plan for them, until the dreaded day came, when she had to fit herself into a damn gown, thanks to her sister, Scarlet who had made a run for it on her wedding day. However, for the sake of her grandma, Sandra wasn't scared to be the devil’s wife. Bound by a marriage of convenience, they both have to learn to live with each other, even though the longer they stay married, the more secrets come to the surface.

Rachael. Working for Xander King has been one of my biggest challenges so far. He's always trying to boss me around, but it never worked out in his favor because I wasn't one to back down. But, despite our bickering, I couldn't help but feel like there was something between us. I should be focusing on my son, but now my mind is constantly on Xander King and I don't know what to do about it. Xander I wanted to make my father proud, he left me in charge of his company so I was going to do everything I can to make it successful. What I didn't like was the fact that Rachael Hale was constantly getting on my nerves. She doesn't follow my orders and is always fighting me. But, despite that I couldn't help but feel drawn to her and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. find out more on their journey... all rights reserved... written by: princessjody

The life trial system "If You Think You Can Do Better, Prove It" burst onto the scene like a traveling circus promising wonders. The idea was plain enough: "If you reckon someone's life is a mess, and you think you can do better, go ahead and prove it. There's a reward waiting if you do." Before I knew it, my whole family had me pegged for the fool in the middle of the show. There was my mother, dreaming of turning me into some grand goose; my husband, who'd spent years dodging his rightful share of the family load; and my son, mortified by the very sight of me. They shoved me onto the "judgment seat" like I was the villain of the tale. Every last one of them swore up and down that, given my place, they'd manage my life better than I ever could. The stakes? Well, if they pulled it off, my consciousness would be erased—gone, wiped out like a mistake on a chalkboard—and turned into their personal servant. On top of that, they'd waltz off with a cool million dollars. But if they couldn't? Then I'd be the one raking in three million dollars. Now that's a gamble for the ages, isn't it?