Deranged Meaning

BOOK TWO OF FATED TO MY LYCAN BROTHER The goddess's disdain for me reached its peak at this moment. Slade had slipped away, his breath fading in my arms. But how did he transform into Rafael, the leader of the rogues in the Eclipse Moon Pack? "You reek of blood, I spill," Rafael sneered, his Italian accent oozing with disdain. "Then end me," I murmured, swallowing hard as anxiety coursed through my veins. It wasn't mere proximity or desire that quickened my pulse. No, it was the dangerous gleam in his eyes—a promise of peril and sinful pleasure. "I have other methods," he replied, placing a paper on the table. "I'm rejecting you." "Why?" I stuttered, my eyes widening as I stared at the paper. "I used you, my dear. Your mission is complete. Return to your pack..." ______________ Winter, cast aside once more, fell into the clutches of the Rogue King. Divorced and rejected within a single day, she believed nothing could be worse—until she discovered him with another woman in their shared bed! Seeking answers about the uncanny resemblance between Slade and Rafael and questioning if he genuinely was her destined mate, Winter embarked on a quest for truth. He was Rafael—the deranged King of Rogues— both feared and revered; a forgotten past haunted him. The woman who had plagued his dreams had materialised before him, holding the key to his enigma. Yet, an unexplainable urge to push her away filled him whenever she drew near. Their fragile connection faced turmoil when a jealous ex-lover interfered, leaving Winter suffocating in anguish as she cursed the goddess responsible for her repetitive agony. Rafael, realising too late their destined bond, clung desperately to their fragile union. Would Winter forgive him? And would they uncover the answers they yearned for?

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.

During a long holiday, my husband booked flights for a family vacation. On the way to the airport, I suddenly saw numbers appearing on everyone’s head. The numbers on my husband’s head indicated sixty years, but my parents and I had only six hours indicated on our heads. While I was puzzled over the meaning of those numbers, I noticed that the driver next to us only had six seconds indicated over his head through the car window. Five… Four… Three… Two… One. When the number turned zero, a massive truck immediately rammed into the car next to us. I saw flickers of fire, flesh and blood exploding before my eyes. People were screaming for help, but I could not hear anything. I trembled as cold sweat drenched my entire body. It was because my flight would be taking off in six hours.

Zoya Ironwood was nothing significant. Just a star fighter at Shadow Rings. She didn't have to be significant to survive. Zoya hid her identity as an omega for years. She was mated to Alpha Xander. Everything was fine. Until her whole world collided with Ragnar Throne, the cold immortal Lycan, or in simpler terms, pure evil and destruction. In one day, everything she struggles to build comes crashing down. She is left rejected and alone. She is forced to do his bidding and endure his manipulate ways if she wants to survive. It's almost bearable... But doesn't he know the meaning of personal space? Zoya can't imagine why he is coming close to her. But if she wants her freedom, then she must study her enemy very closely. Playing a dangerous game of love is the only way to end him. But whoever falls first looses.

When my father asked me who I wanted to marry for the sake of our family alliance, I made a different choice in this life. I no longer chose Leonardo Vittorio. Instead, I chose his older brother, Ivan Vittorio. My father looked confused. After all, everyone in Chicago knew that Leonardo and I had grown up together. I had chased after him for ten years. As the eldest daughter of the Lucien family, my name had long been inscribed beside his on the list of arranged marriages. Everyone believed our union was destined. Recalling my past life, I forced a bitter smile. Back then, I had indeed married Leonardo as I had always wished. But after our wedding, he never once touched me. I thought he had some unspeakable illness and went to great lengths to cover for him. It wasn't until our sixth wedding anniversary that, by chance, I opened the safe in his study. Inside, neatly arranged, were photos of him with the orphan girl I had begged my father to adopt. In those pictures, there was also a two-year-old boy—their son. They were a happy family of three. It was at that moment that I finally understood. He wasn’t sick. He had never thought of me as his wife. To get rid of me, he and my adoptive sister plotted my murder. Now that I have been given a second chance, I chose to give them my blessing. But when I walked down the aisle in my wedding dress, my hand resting on Ivan’s arm, Leonardo burst into the church with a gun in his hand. He looked deranged and completely out of control. "Madeline!" His voice was hoarse and nearly breaking. "How dare you?"

I was already halfway across the room before I knew what I was doing. What kind of people had she been surrounding herself with if she thought that she wasn't attractive? Hell, she was gorgeous, delicious, downright perfect in every way. I needed to show her what I saw. What she was in my eyes. I couldn't help myself. I had Genevieve up against the wall in a blink of an eye, a growl escaping my throat and mixing with her surprised gasp. Her hands still clung to the robe, trying to make herself seem smaller. I slipped one hand underneath, along her collarbone, while the other slid along her neck, to the back of her head where I gripped her loose bun and pulled it taught. "Babygirl, you're more than just attractive. You have my c*ck aching every time I set my eyes on you.” My voice was a distorted growl, but I know she understood every word I said. I leaned my body in against hers to accentuate my point, and Genevieve's adorable mouth widened with a surprised gasp. I took that opportunity to claim what I'd been dreaming off since the moment I set my eyes on her. I dipped my head and locked my lips on hers, and realized in that sweet, blissful moment, that I had f*cked up. *** Genevieve Blake was a well-known, erotic romance author. She enjoyed meeting her fans and writing stories that made even her blush. What she hadn't planned on, though, was for a stalker to come out from the shadows and threaten her life. When the police can't do anything, she turns to Grim Security to protect her against the deranged lunatic. But who's going to protect her heart, and her body, from the intensity of Raphael Bard?

Sophia. Meaning: wisdom. Sophia Syde, a young, nineteen-year-old who grew up in the shadow of her elder siblings now has to step into the world that provides her an experience out of her comfort zone. With initial hesitation and doubts, Sophia finds her new life fascinating to the point where she takes extreme measures to contain the position in the company. The company that is run by her older brother that is too sensitive about her wellbeing. Sophia has to take decisions, ones that shifts her life to an undiscovered territory of not only living but also personality. A personality she moulds herself into for adaptation in her newfound, chosen life. A life where she has to hurt someone, and trust other. Where she gets hurt by a foe but also adored by a lover. A life where family matters, but they're also the one to hurt her. Welcome to Sophia's happening life.

His dark eyes raked her body from head to toe as if he was sizing her up and a terrifying chill ran down her spine when the corner of his lips tilted up in an ominous smirk. The beast of a man leaned closer as his nose trailed her neck, he inhaled her scent deeply and then hummed in ecstasy. "Your scent drives me wild, Jewel." He rasped. His fingers twirled with her strand as she tried to control the wild trembling of her body. "I want to claim you so f*cking badly. Everything of yours drives me insane, my wife.”He grunted in a low rasp. His dark stormy eyes glided over her beautiful features before peering adoringly at her quivering brims. The rough pad of his thumb felt the softness of her lips. "I want to drill it inside your head, that…” He grasped a fist full of her hair and yanked her head back making her gasp as her fear-filled eyes clashed with his sinister hues. "You're mine, Evelyn. Body, soul, and heart. All mine!” He growled like a deranged beast robbing her of her breath as terror gripped her soul. *** Evelyn Brown. A sweet 20-year-old girl. Her life revolves around her elder brother who is her only family. She has a dream for which she is working hard. But everything would tumble down in her life when her path would collide with a ruthless man. Axel Knight. A 26-year-old, merciless, and cruel billionaire. For him money and power is everything. The only thing he ever cares for is his family. For the world, he was a successful cold bachelor but the truth is he is the vicious Alpha, who is hell-bent on ruining Evelyn's life. But little did they know. Fate has its plans.

She was known as ‘Manslayer’ a ruthless woman who kills someone for money, she's fearless that knows no boundary. She's merciless and love seeing someone begged on their knees. She is Addison Mackenzie who killed her own emotions. Not until she met a man who changes her. He shows kindness, he just walks through her wall fuck her life, everything about her. Unknowingly, he freed her heart from where it belongs. He’s a damn thief who stoles a piece of her and now, she has got nothing but uncertainty. He showed love, a fucking love that she doesn’t even know the meaning and what can it does. Unfortunately, because of a mission she gave him rage, and everything was ruined. Will love conquers it all? Will she listen to his lullaby? Or she will just walk away as she did over and over again?

Sent miles from home as part of an Alliance Contract to Thunderwolf Pack, the most powerful pack in the world. Promised mate to the Alpha's son? Fated mate to the Dragon-blood Fae Leader's son? Aria finds herself in the path of two formidably powerful entities as she struggles with her own identity as a werewolf Omega, daughter to an Alpha in the small country of New Zealand, she possesses a rare Alpha-positive gene that guarantees Alpha progeny. In this modern time of low birthrates and failing magic she holds the key to the survival of both races. But will she get to pick the one she loves or will she be forced to be a breeder guaranteeing Alphas where so far none have been born for twenty four years, worldwide. To save werewolves from a fate worse than death - chaos and madness from having no Alpha to control them. No one knowing the true meaning behind her Alpha+ genes - a destiny steeped in ancient fae scripture.