Demonic Hair

Mysterious, dark-haired, sexy almond eyes, all charm, Alpha Kymon Zephyr is everything she wants to run away from. His records. She knows. His past. She knows but not the part she was part of. Not the part that scares every inch of his being. The part that drives him crazy. Mad. All smiles, brown alluring eyes, Lyra Reyes is everything he fears. Everything that threatens to break down his walls. Everything that reminds him of his past. But, as much as they want to be away from each other, fate draws them together and so close to the point she'd destroy every obstacle that comes his way and he'd burn any person that harms a single hair on her body. Remember now, the past always has a way of coming back and when it does, it leaves them with no option but to break apart or destroy the world. But then again, who gives a damn about the world?

'I will give you no time to decide, Amore' Luciano said 'It's either you do it my way, or do it my way. Both ways, it's still my way'. Staring at the man she had stolen from, Amara regrets her actions. If only she had not been too picky, if only she had worked her and not want to make fast money, she won't have gotten into this mess. Now here she is, standing half naked as the man accessed her body. Accessed how useful she would be to his club even if she doesn't know how to strip. A faint gasp escaped her throat as Luciano stood up and walked toward her. She flinched as he brushed stray hair off her face then smirked. 'I see we are doing it my way after all' he muttered 'Someone will get you what to wear, make sure you are not late!'

I sell burritos in a horror game. All the ghosts would come to my place and buy a tasty burrito after they got off work. That was until one day, my ex-husband, who was obsessed with abusing me, joined the game as a player. He brought a group of people to my store and trashed the place. They ruined all the ingredients I had. When the Bosses finished their overtime and saw their pre-ordered burritos on the ground in pieces, their eyes became dark, and they were immediately infuriated. The Patchwork Monster was so angry that the stitches on its body were beginning to break. It started ripping the players apart. The Eight-Armed Maiden’s hair fanned out and pierced many players. The Wedding Dress Maiden suddenly became a giant and started eating the players one by one. The Bosses were willing to work overtime and maintain the operations of the dungeons overnight just so that they could have a burrito. That night, all the players were sleeping when they were forced to join a horror game.

After eight years of marriage, my husband ignored my protests and brought his so-called cancer-stricken first love into our home. “You heartless woman! You don’t have an ounce of compassion! You’re not even worth a single strand of Luna’s hair!” Even my son chimed in, shouting that if I didn’t let Luna Miller in, he wouldn’t acknowledge me as his mother. That was it. I was done. I divorced him and accepted an invitation to return to the design world—back to the top where I belonged. But then they saw the forged cancer diagnosis. And suddenly, the tears came. “Baby, I was tricked! It was always you—I’ve only ever loved you!” “Mom, don’t leave me! I’m your only child!” I didn’t even look at them. Who let these crazy dogs in? They’re in my way—I’ve got an award to accept.

With her hair that seems like a massive bush poured with jet black paint, possessing an ethereal beauty and above all, classic and fine gesture. Devon only wants to have a simple life and simply wishes to the moon goddess that her Alpha Antonio will be her mate. But things go in wary, once she learned that the other brother, Alpha Nicholas whom she loathed for the whole of her existence barge into the cabin and disrupt her happy ending, claiming that he is also her mate. The turn of events didn’t stop as specks of lights protrude into her body, drowning her into deep oblivion, and hearing the moon goddess cursing her and the twin. She was cursed to a trio mate, without any justification. The moon goddess branded them without giving any reason. And they are forced to take the path of finding the cure, digging the tragedies of the past and uncovering the truth of their origin. With all of the betrayals, tragedies and cursing that they are about to unveil, is it possible for love to bloom amidst the chaos?

When my brother Beau Campbell and I drowned together at the age of four, I was the only one who survived. From that day on, my mother came to loathe me. She would often creep into my room at night with colorful "candies" in her hand, trying to pry open my mouth. However, Dad always stopped her just in time. Later, I cut off my long hair and threw away all my dresses, desperately trying to become Beau's shadow. Only then would Mom spare me a glance. Three years passed, and Mom got pregnant again. She said it was Beau coming back to us. I was happy for her and told myself it was good that Beau was back. After all, it also meant this family no longer needed the stand-in who had lived in his place. So, I found the same "candies" Mom once tried to force into my mouth, and I quietly swallowed them.

"Matteo, please..." I whispered. "Beg louder," he commanded, his lips brushing my ear as his free hand squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple until I gasped. "Please, Matteo. I need you." He smirked, satisfied, before sinking to his knees. His mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue parting me, slow and devastating. My hands flew into his hair, pulling, guiding, but he held me still, forcing me to endure every languid lick, every tease. When he finally sucked my clit into his mouth, I screamed, my legs trembling around his shoulders. "Come for me, piccola," he growled against my slick heat. The vibrations of his voice shattered me, pleasure ripping through me so violently I nearly collapsed, but he held me firm, drawing out every last wave until I was shaking.

Hazel Jones slides on a beautiful red silk dress with a slit up to her curvy hip and black strappy heels. Her long, chocolate brown hair is up in an elegant style, exposing her neck. She applies mascara and matching red matte lipstick for the finishing touches. She studies herself in the mirror before leaving her apartment and getting into the limo. Hazel may never see her family again but missing the Mate Gala is not an option for her. -------- "How is this possible?" "I don't know, but she is mine too." King Octavius Storm and his mate, Valentina watches as their surprise mate makes her way to The Royals' table. She's a human, and they are the Lycan Royals. A Lycan King has never had more than one mate. It is normal in the Full-Blood District, but not in the Lycan Colony. What makes it even more unique, Octavius and Valentina both felt the mate bond before Hazel stepped foot in the ballroom.

She was branded a murderer. Framed for killing her Alpha, Liora lost everything, her pack, her family, her name. Now she hides behind a mask, her hair cut short, her voice disguised, living as “Leo,” a rogue warrior in the most dangerous pack alive, The Nightbane Pack. But the cold, ruthless Alpha she serves, Kael Nightbane, can’t explain why his wolf reacts to the newcomer. Why his pulse races. Why every breath Leo takes drives him closer to madness. He doesn’t know the truth. That the man he trusts most… is a woman he’s fated to love. That the rogue sleeping under his roof is the same she-wolf his council ordered him to hunt down. When lies unravel and blood moon rises again, two hearts bound by fate will face the ultimate truth. Love can be disguised, but destiny never hides..

"Obviously I cherish and adore you..." He brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear, "...and every so often, I want to ruin you too." *** After an eventful night with a stranger, Lyra's life took a turn as she received a call from her father to return home for her sister's wedding, only for her to realize that the stranger she met the other night was her soon to be brother in-law. Just as she decided to forget about that night and move on with her life and marry the man her father picked for her, she heard the news that her fiance was killed in his own home by none other than her brother in-law As the tension between the both of them rises, Lyra soon come to realize that she wanted him more than she thought. *** Dante Russo wanted just one thing, Lyra Lombardi and a Russo gets what a Russo wants.