Deadly Encounter K A Knight

The day I inherited Grandpa's "Peacemaker," I received a call from myself, ten years in the future. "Sienna, don't give that gun to Lorenzo." I obeyed without question. That night, forced to use his faulty Glock, Lorenzo was beaten into a vegetative state during a duel. Guilt nearly broke me, but my parents nursed me back to health. Or so I thought. "You idiot," my future self sneered. "It was a lie to get you on the operating table. They want your heart for your brother!" Finding a transplant agreement in my father's study, I publicly severed ties with the Morettis. Only later, after Lorenzo died from rejection, did I learn they just needed my rare blood, not my heart. I wanted to return and atone, but the phone rang again. "Your parents will kill you for honor. Don't go back." I waited. But instead of assassins, news arrived: the Morettis had been slaughtered by rivals. I bolted for home, only to be mowed down by a black sedan. As I died, I couldn't understand why my future self had orchestrated my end. Then I opened my eyes. I was back at the ceremony.

Celeste Williamson is about to turn eighteen, which means she's about to find her mate - this is fine and all, but what happens when her mate turns out to be her brother? Will she accept him or find out a hidden truth? Be his mate or reject him to keep her own sanity? Not only is her brother her mate, but talk of a prophecy starts to cloud her judgement... And even worse, Celeste seems to be the target... How will she balance these challenges? Will she find out her entire life has been a lie? Or will she find her destiny within these hidden truths? COMPLETED

: Léa, une jeune femme ordinaire, se voit obligée d’épouser Aiden Knight, un milliardaire froid et impitoyable, pour sauver l’entreprise familiale de la faillite. Leur contrat : rester mariés un an, sans sentiments. Mais quand Léa découvre qu’elle est enceinte, elle fuit sans rien dire. Cinq ans plus tard, Aiden la retrouve — et découvre qu’il est père. Entre vengeance, passion et secrets, Léa doit choisir : fuir encore ou affronter celui qu’elle n’a jamais cessé d’aimer.

It was considered a curse in the werewolf world when a child was born with a black birthmark. Jennifer was one of those unfortunate wolves born with that mark. Her mother died as soon as she released her from her womb and officially displayed her as a cursed wolf. Her step-family abused her and forced her to serve the whole pack after her father’s death. She was sold off as a Luna to one of the most dread packs and made to marry an Alpha who got poisoned from war and became a vegetative werewolf, having only a few months left to live. Jennifer had to marry Alpha Raymond, who was known to be a ruthless and powerful wolf, one whom everyone was frightened of like death. 

"Honey, the washing machine's making that buzzing sound again. Can you fix it please?" I got up from my desk and walked over. Just as I placed my hand on the washing machine, a wave of numbness surged through my body. My heart pounded wildly before I convulsed and collapsed on the floor. Just before everything went dark, I heard my wife on the phone. "He has collapsed. He should be dead by now." The power outlet continued to hiss and buzz, like the mocking laughter of a devil. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my wife asked me to fix the washing machine. I then decided to secretly follow her, only to discover she was posing as a topless model for her art teacher.

My sister wanted to make a quick buck selling herself on a cruise ship. I tried desperately to stop her, but my entire family held me down and drowned me in the ocean instead. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment before she left. This time, I smiled while helping her with her makeup. "Let me send you off properly, sis." Later, her screams echoed through the nightmare aboard that ship. I stood safe in the arms of a mafia Don who held me close. "Figlia, your Papa finally found you." Meanwhile, my adoptive parents and sister were on their knees across the deck, begging me to spare their worthless lives.

“You don’t speak with your mouth full,” Salvatore muttered from above me, his fingers digging deep into my skull as he emptied himself down my throat. .... Getting himself out of danger is something Miguel is used to. After all, he had survived those long years with his mother who made life hell for him. But this new danger is not like anything Miguel has seen. Salvatore would stop at nothing to turn him into a pet, mark him, and own him while killing anyone who got in his way. Salvatore’s obsession is heavy, but so are Miguel’s needs. This new danger will burn them, raising a storm that would threaten lust, love, and desire. But this time, will Miguel be able to resist?

My blood-bonded mate lied to me. He said our bond—a bond of centuries—was fading. It was all for his new lover, Josie. He wanted to let her play princess. He denied me my rightful place. I was walking down a hall lined with ancient tapestries when I heard Josie’s voice, sweet and laced with venom. “Darling, if you make me your princess, just for a little while, can you taste me every night? But… won’t that old relic Lydia get suspicious? Your bond has lasted three centuries, after all.” “What can she do? She can’t leave this castle, and she needs my blood to survive.” Milton’s voice dripped with contempt. “That fool, Lydia. I told her the bond was fading, and she actually believed our connection was broken. Even if she knew the truth, she’d just hand over the Eternal Chalice without a fight and go back to being a quiet little Dreamweaver. You’re the only princess in my heart, my little wildcat.” I froze. And I let him believe his lie was safe. Then, a pain sharp enough to kill a mortal ripped through my soul. The bond shattered. I turned and melted into the shadows. Let them think their little play is flawless. They’ll soon find out what this “fool” is truly capable of.

"Do I intimidate you?" He asked, cocking his eyebrow, a sexy smirk tugging up his lips. "More than you'll ever know, sir," she breathed quietly.

I was eight months pregnant, at a charity gala with my husband, Don Massimo, when a rival family hit us. The crowd panicked. I was shoved to the floor, hard. Blood everywhere. Massimo lost his mind, screaming for medics, desperate to save my baby. But when I woke up, they were gone. Both of them. No baby, no Massimo. I remembered the gunfire, Massimo shielding me with his body. A cold dread washed over me. I hauled myself into a wheelchair and raced down the hall. That’s when I heard them—Massimo and the doctor. "Boss, I'm sorry. We did everything we could. The baby… he didn't make it." Tears streamed down my face. They killed my baby. The rival family killed my baby. But his next words shattered my world. "There was only one medical team. I had to make a choice. Bianca… she was carrying my child, too." Massimo sighed, then gave the order. "No one tells Arabella. She'll raise Bianca's son as her own. He will be my only heir." I slapped a hand over my mouth, my vision blurred by tears as I turned away. The man I loved was a lie. Fine. If he wants a war, he'll get one.