Doc Savage Audiobook

(Unholy Allies Series#2) Kathrine Raynott I was barely three when my father, Alpha Lincoln, sold me off to a sixty year old bastard to settle his debts. All these years I've tried all that it takes to escape Alpha Lincoln's hell-like mansion. I have one last time to try ten minutes before my twenty-first birthday party begins. And this time I managed to escape... Except in a sack with a handkerchief around my mouth and eyes blindfolded... Kidnapped! Rogue Cordiero A businessman in the daylight and the Bratva boss in the night, I live a life I have written for myself. And they fear to conduct business with me as I hate being cheated. So when a foolish Alpha tries it with me, I'm determined to take back what's mine along with his daughter. She's gorgeous. Eleven years younger but a seductress that's got my eyes hooked to her little body. She's a fighter.... I like fighters! The only problem is that... She's been sold, and that she's been looking out a way to escape. I helped her with it... And now she wants me to keep her-- asking me to protect her. I am a villain in my life... But I want to be a hero in hers. Can be read as a standalone:) I'd still recommend you to read Book #1 (The Savage Alpha's Rebel)

"ENZO RICCARDO" The name that could make even a grown man wet himself.. The name only uttered in hushed whispers. Some call him the devil himself, the manipulator, the cold-blooded savage man. The king of the underworld. I have caught the attention of this monster. It's too late,I didn't even see it coming. I am to marry him in a week time. He doesn't even like me,The thing is he doesn't even know me. The worst part is that no one can save me. I am well and utterly fucked

The Princess of Estel, was taken inside the castle walls, and she believed her demise was definite. A savage race that is known throughout the continent approached her. Olivia decided to forget their encounter, despite her gratitude, but he appeared before her saying, "I miss you"

Animals were driven with only a few instincts to live their lives by: to find food, shelter, and to mate. Humankind was driven by multiple things: lust, anger, hate, grief, jealousy, joy, and a host of other instincts and emotions. When lycans were created the goddess of such things thought it would be enthralling, exhilarating to see how such savage wolves and desensitized humans would meld together as one... The result was disastrous. The select few humans she chose to go forward with her experiment with the strength of her sacred animal, the lupine, destroyed one another. He was a mosaic, composed of broken pieces. She was an unfinished art project The moon godddess ends the lives of Lycans she sees as a threat to the Lycan community. Instead of being ripped apart by her hounds, she gives a warrior the chance to redeem himself and his friends through gifting him a mate who is bound to change his life. An accident links a potential future servant to the moon goddess to the warrior. How will Pomelia Grace, a holy novice react to being mated to such a man, Warren of Bane pack? All of the humans she chose went mad with the power, abilities, and strength that came with the wolf gene. The goddess had succeeded in creating a unique race but had a hard time managing her creations without killing them out of anger.

The bread knife stuck in Jon doe’s chest had an unusual pattern, I grabbed a camera from the nearest person and clicked a few pictures of the design “Email them to me.” I said as I was handing the camera back to them. It looked ancient and rare, not the usual bread knifes you’d find at our local stores here in Seattle. I looked up to find a detective watching my every move, it seemed that his one side of the face looked sunken in, similarly you only see this in people who don’t have teeth, which prompted me to look into his mouth, to find that all of his teeth had been pulled out. I sighed loudly and said “well, here goes our identification route of checking dental records, this body was left in the hopes that no identification will be made!” Craning my neck to have a look at the coroner who had just arrived on scene, I recalled working with her once before on another case when I first started as a rookie, Dr Leslie Adams is an expert in her field and one of the most professional and efficient woman. She looked down at me, and stated “Detective Rush you do know that the body you are looking at has been dead for more than 3 days, and also looks as if it was stored in a body freezer before being planted at this scene” I shook my head and realised that this is getting more intense by the second, “I hadn’t realised so Doc, that’s the reason we have you here, to help me solve the mystery “- I said whilst walking up to her, I held out my hand and gave her hand a firm handshake.

The love she made was sincere, but she was only regarded as a tool and inferior, discarded rudely. While she was down, she made a pact with a cold man. "You have become mine. Obey everything I say, Noella." Enrick held the tip of my hair. He kissed it with a savage look in his eyes. "To me, this is an entertaining little show. Are you going to give me even greater pleasure?" The smile he showed always made my body move. Can I really not run away like he wants?

“I hate you…” my words, intended as a curse came out as a filthy moan as he plunged into me so hard that I saw stars. “I don't, Dani. Because you're mine!...” he murmured hotly against my skin. “Your every breath” “Every moan” “Every tears” “Every. Single. Inch. of your Body” he spelled, each word following a deeper thrust as he claimed me over and over yet over again. * After being rejected twice by her first two mates, Danica made a vow to herself never to let herself go through another similar humiliation. Not even when she finds out that the Alpha was her third chance mate. She had no believe in the mate bond and she only took the Alpha's kindness towards her as another approach to the humiliation he planned to make her face so she never planned on admitting to being his mate. But Alpha Alexander wasn't one to give up on what he wants and right now, it could be either Danica Grayson or Danica Grayson. Will Danica give in to the relentless Alpha eventually? Or will she take her little secret to her grave? Was there a chance that she finds the love she'd always wanted or was there a chance that she'll be rejected a third time?

"It hurts! It hurts me more! Don't you understand, that your savage sister ran away. Taking the money and jewelry I gave her," Arka snapped and then released the hold turning to stare at Mona's reddened cheeks. "That's impossible, Brother-in-Law," Mona said shaking her head, her knees felt weak and she fell to the floor. "I didn't think it was possible either, but this is what happened!" Arka snarled, kicking Mona to her back and causing the corner of her lip to bleed. "Go to your room, or you'll die by my hands right now!" Arka ordered, making Mona try to get up and step into the room while sobbing with pain.

Left wounded and alone, Savage must navigate a treacherous world filled with danger and betrayal. As she seeks revenge against the pack that destroyed her life, she discovers hidden powers within herself and allies in unexpected places. With every step closer to her ultimate goal, Savage's determination and resilience are put to the test, forcing her to confront her own inner demons and redefine what it means to be truly savage.

A dark and gloomy villa stood in the middle of the barren landscape, hidden from sight by a perched hedge. It was phenomenal and spectacular, but it makes it appear to have succumbed to a sullen and ominous atmosphere, both inside and out. A lanky hedge and gnarled shrubs give off the impression that the house has indeed been overlooked. The rainstorm seeping from the sewer pipes made the place appear miserable and dispirited. Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping. People have claimed that the residence was plagued by the witch who died there, but there has been no tangible evidence to substantiate their claims. It was even widely speculated that the villa was venomous and mowed down the leaves of trees that come into direct contact with its concrete pillars. People also construed a terrifying presumption that whoever tries to enter the house will never make it out alive because there is something inside that you would never dare to see with your very own eyes. Whatever was real or not, it was unmistakably foreshadowing, exponentially cold and savage at a hundredth of a thousand glances. A breathtaking doll sat competently on a rocking chair inside the house. Waiting complacently for someone brave and heroic enough to unravel the abominable and ghoulish mystery and paradox behind her enchanting, spine-chilling smile.