Novel & Cerita Demon Lord Kazalim

CONTENT WARNING - This book contains minor depictions of violence, abuse and other dark themes that might not be suitable to viewers less than 18. Viewers discretion is advised. Rated 18+ Proceed with caution. *** When Demon King Klaus Lavon discovers a fleeing young lady in his castle, she awakens a feeling of lust and emotion in his dead soul and he is reluctant to let her go. Striking a deal with her, he keeps her under his wings, but can Klaus control the raging hormones in him whenever he’s near his beloved human mate? Be killed, or be a slave? These are the options given to 19 year old Arabella Tudor, fleeing orphan and shameless thief. She has no one to go to, safe for an uncle who maltreats and despises her, and she would rather die, than be sold of to cruel men in exchange for her freedom. Meeting Klaus Lavon, is not something she would have imagined, and vowing to work her way out of his hornet nest, Arabella is stuck when fate has other options for her. Soon she finds herself entangled in a world filled with Demons, supernatural creatures and other dangers from the past lurking behind, with no way out!

"Thirty million" I heard a male voice echo round the walls of the hall which silenced everyone. Who would bid that high just to buy me? "Thirty million dollars" the male voice spoke up once again, a young man striding confidently forward like he owned the very building with his bidding card raised up. He was eighty percent taller than everyone in attendance. I sucked in breath at his refined but cold appearance. His tuxedo hugged his body and showed of his impeccable muscles. His dark long hair was slick and let to fall, not a single strand out of place. He had the profile of a greek God but his features lacked warmth and empathy. His brown steel eyes burrowed into mine, a look of disgust on his face for me. "Sold!" the chairman hit the gavel on the table after a brief moment of silence since no one else was willing to bid higher. A wave of ovation took the hall, men chattering amongst themselves and whistling. "Get her ready and bring her to me" he pivoted and sharply ordered one of the armed bodyguards standing close to the podium. He owns me now. **** When a ruthless mafia lord bids for an innocent girl, can her innocense survive in the abyss of his darkness?

Once your world crashes down, and who you consider a sister, sells you to the first comer just for cash to pay her debts, this is when you understand that no one can be trusted, not even your biological mother... ....... Xavier Ford, a Mafia lord, alias Gladimir, a man who had given up on love and sex... Who thought, that sex would never, ever have the same taste as before due to his bad experiences, a man who had searched for an eternal and ultimate sexual pleasure in every woman that came his way all in vain, asked Mr Blaine for an obedient amateur stripper with no much experience that could effortlessly adapt to his fondness but instead of that, he was given a complete non-stripper and virgin girl. However, this didn't stop Xavier from forging her according to his desire... “When you have money, --- I mean abundant money, you can do everything you wish, you can have everything you and everyone one is at your feet; men like women” . . I have no right over the image

“Come with me,“ he ordered.  “I'm not going anywhere!“ Freya stood her ground, looking up at his blank face.   Something flashed past his dark eyes as he heard her. “You really have some guts, don't you?“   “Well, I don't care what this is. I don't care why I'm in a wedding gown and why I'm being treated like I chose this. You could kill me if you want. But I'm not—”   “Is this about the kiss, my Lady?“ he asked, sounding amused.  Freya wanted the ground to open up and swallow her at that moment. Her face went scarlet red and she almost forgot the other reason why she was angry. “Why should I care about the fact that you didn't kiss me? I barely know you and—”   “Right.“ That was all he said before he gently grabbed her waist and crushed his lips on hers...

TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains physical harm, torture, explicit contents including— Dark themes, erotic sex scenes, non consensual situations. And mature topics including trauma, loss. While this is a romance story, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. — — — — — — — — — — — — “You’re mine now,” he breathed those words on my neck, his hands trailing down my body and stopping only to linger on my thighs. “I’m Axel Salvatore Rossi. And whatever I want— I get.” * * * * * Bound to a man she barely knew, Olivia is confined to a world of games and organized crime. After her sister steals a priceless item, she’s left to pay— with her existence being tied with the mafia lord, Axel. What starts as an unexpected encounter turns out to be something more. Passion ignites, past secrets are revealed, and an ex lover knocks at the door to interrupt a new beginning. Olivia must make a choice— play the game, or fight the players who play dirty…

A deal signed in blood. A love she never saw coming. Elena Moretti was never a daughter only a bargaining chip. When her cruel father sells her to the most feared man in the underworld, Adriano Romano, the ruthless Mafia Lord , her nightmare takes a deadly new turn. Cold. Dangerous. Merciless. Adriano doesn’t believe in love only control. Yet the girl he bought refuses to bow. Bound by a deal, trapped by desire, Elena must survive the man whose name makes enemies tremble…and whose touch burns with dangerous warmth. Will she lose herself to the chains he forged or make him fall to his knees?

Yana was transported to a parallel world, being not in her body. I woke up in the woods, thrown out by my own husband. She fell out of favor with the werewolf clan, and her husband abandoned her, suspecting her of treason. Yes, and the previous owner left a gift at parting! And what should she do now? Survive, learn a new world and look for your place in it!

After whiskey, betrayal, and the undeniable urge to spite her cheating, gay ex, Maeve Summers had a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger. Six years later, former detective turned journalist Maeve is horrified to discover he was Aurelian Morgenstein, the mysterious mafia lord she must interview to save her crumbling career. With piercing blue eyes and a jet-black serpent tattoo coiling around his hand, Elian is every bit as tempting as he is dangerous. Especially when her five-year-old daughter, Sia, shares his infamous gaze. Now, Maeve must decide what’s more at risk: her career, her heart, or the truth about Sia’s father.

My blood-bonded mate, Prince Dorian, despised me. I was just a mortal to him. A girl with filthy blood. His eternity was already promised to a pureblood—Cordelia. When she died in an accident, he blamed me. Hated me for ten years. But when rival vampires attacked our castle, he saved me. Bleeding out in my arms, he used his last breath to push my shaking hands away. "Odette... if only the Bond had never tied us together." At his wake, they kicked me out. So I climbed to the top of their family’s skyscraper—a place they arrogantly called "Heaven's Needle"—and jumped. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the night the ancient Blood Bond chose me as his mate. This time, I'm setting him free. And myself along with him.

A new sparks ignites Alanna's boring life when she gets unceremoniously kidnapped and taken to the underworld where she meets Zeron, a demon who is the king of the ice witches. Alanna thinks she has heard it all until she discovers that the king has been terminally ill for centuries and is dangerously controlled by his darkness, as a result of a curse that had been placed on him as a child. Furthermore, Alanna finds out that she is the king's cure and in order for the king to be free from the curse, she has to bond with him in every way, including marriage. Having nothing to lose, she agrees to help the king. Soon, she's falling in love with him. But will her innocent love be enough to save him? Will her passion remain unrequited, or will she finally succeed in breaking the icy walls surrounding the demon king's cold heart?