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Elnora Tuffin is an amazing Mother and Wife who goes above and beyond her daily role. Unfortunately, her husband Brogan thinks poorly of her as he has given her and her three sons as payment in a deal with the Vampire King. Being an honorable man, the King chooses to accept the help of her youngest son in making a deal with his father and protecting them from any further harm.After leaving the hospital in a hurry and learning of her husband’s infidelity Elnora and her boys rushed to the gates of the Vampire Kingdom. Once arriving, they are quickly thrown into a new world filled with a new set of problems. They expected to deal with Vampires. A breach within the Kingdom, someone being kidnapped, magic, and family drama was not expected.The first challenge is to save the missing person and remove all of the threats from the Kingdom, even if they are family.

For both Hayley and Kenji's freedom and the things at risk, they had to tie the holy knot. Although they are now married, they still hate each other and there is one rule they made for themselves and that's to mind your own damn business. But could they mind their own businesses when they are living together and are partners of a heavenly crime called fake love.

The Eagle I watch her come out of the shower, the droplets of water on her body, I would like to take their place. I hand her a pair of panties and a top that fits her breasts well. - Get dressed. She turns her back to me so she can dress. - The first rule: never be ashamed of me. - The second rule: always dress in front of me and without turning your back to me. So look here and remove the towel to get dressed. She faces me and unwraps her towel; I look at the naked body in front of me: her enormous breasts standing out, her buttocks visible behind her, she tries to quickly put on her panties. - Stop. She freezes and looks at me with a silent question. - Turn around so I can admire your body. She spins around and I appreciate this magnificent goddess in front of me. - You are magnificent, querida. She does not respond. - Come closer so I can help you get dressed. She remains frozen, unwilling to approach. - Rule No. 3: always do what I ask you. Come closer. Sibelle is a very beautiful young woman who is kidnapped by the men of a mobster: the formidable Royal Eagle, who is merciless. Will Sibelle be able to adapt to this life? And can she soften the hardened heart of the royal eagle? Follow me to find out what will happen to her.

Kerajaan Blackthorn adalah negeri yang luas dan penuh kontradiksi-kota pelabuhan yang sibuk, kawasan industri yang berkembang pesat, serta pemukiman kumuh yang dikuasai oleh dunia kriminal. Kejahatan tumbuh subur di distrik-distrik miskin, sementara pemerintahan yang korup hanya memperparah ketimpangan sosial. Elena Everleigh tiba di kota ini dengan harapan menemukan pekerjaan yang layak, namun malah terjebak dalam kerasnya kehidupan jalanan. Suatu malam, ia menemukan sekelompok pria tergeletak tak sadarkan diri di gang sempit, tubuh mereka berlumuran darah. Saat hendak menolong, ia justru berhadapan dengan seorang pria misterius yang melarikan diri setelah menyerangnya. Keadaan semakin buruk ketika Jay Ravenscar, Duke dari Duchy of Greyhurst sekaligus pahlawan perang yang disegani, muncul dan menuduhnya sebagai pelaku. Meskipun Sera bersikeras bahwa ia tidak bersalah, Jay tidak mudah percaya. Dalam sekejap, ia ditangkap oleh pasukan Greyhurst. Kejadian itu membuat hidupnya sangat berubah. cover background by pinterest

POV DE MELANIE Assise devant son bureau, je me demande encore comment j'en suis arrivée là. À une époque, nous partions à l'église avec mes parents. Je sais que les saintes Écritures disent de pardonner, mais je ne le pouvais pas. J'avais fait des recherches, et j'ai sauté sur cette opportunité lorsqu'elle m'a été présentée. — Monsieur Carlson vous reçoit dans 15 minutes. Ces quinze minutes semblent durer une éternité pour moi, et je ressers mes cuisses pour gérer mon impatience. Je saisis un des magazines posés sur la table basse, mais cela ne parvient pas à distraire mon esprit de l'homme qui se trouve derrière cette porte. _Mademoiselle Porter, vous pouvez entrer. Avec précaution, je me lève et pénètre dans le bureau. En ouvrant la porte, je constate qu'il n'a même pas détourné le regard de son ordinateur. Je l'avais déjà vu dans de nombreux magazines, mais le croiser ici, devant moi, me fait réaliser à quel point il est impressionnant. Je sais qu'au lycée, il faisait partie de l'équipe de football américain et qu'il aurait pu envisager une carrière professionnelle s'il l'avait souhaité. Je reste là, debout, à l'observer. Dès qu'il lève les yeux, je baisse les miens. Il venait de se lever et j'entendis le son de sa chaise. Je pouvais maintenant distinguer ses chaussures à proximité, indiquant qu'il était juste devant moi. _ Regardez-moi, mademoiselle Porter. Je lève les yeux et le fixe. POV DE DONOVAN Ses yeux étaient d'un marron étonnamment clair. Elle dégageait une odeur fraîche que je ne saurais décrire. Vêtue d'un jean taille haute et d'un crop top, elle paraissait plus jeune que ne le laissaient entendre ses informations, ce qui me réjouissait déjà. _ Savez-vous vraiment en quoi consiste ce travail ?

"I never chose the life I had back then. Never asked for it But now all that I have, I have earned. Maybe not by the right means but they are mine all the same. " His rough hands caressed my tear stained cheeks with such gentleness that it could easily fool me. It almost did. I wanted to scoot away but the ropes tying my hands to the bedpost, tugged at my skin harshly. There was no escape."But even if I get everything in the world, there will always be one thing missing."He didn't have to complete the sentence for me to know the answer.****The darkness from her past had returned hand in hand with the taunting present. Rose was caged in the hands of the devil and he was not ready to let go anytime sooner.****Sequel to the submission series. (Submit #2)Slow updates.Triggers and smut present.I do not own the background picture of this book's cover.Book cover made by me.

"Tell me you are mine" the cold, sharp, merciless blade tried to force me into submission. Into HIS submission. I am not a property that anyone can own. "I-I am yours". Green is supposed to be my favorite color but as I look into his green merciless eyes I feel nothing but fear. "Good girl. Now, we don't want your dear ones hurt do we?" ****Where do you see yourself in three years? Two? One?What gives you the certainty that there will be one at all?In a world where most people dream and everything is normal, how would it feel to not know what normal is? Life is never easy and it won't ever be. It's harder when you have demons of your past and devils in your present to fight against. No one wants to lose but how long can you keep yourself stable? Only the strong and brave survives in the race. Is she strong and brave?Triggers are present.

The girl who will fight for her rights in the world that seems to forget their existence and identity. What will she choose? The desire to rebuild their fallen kingdom or that one man she deeply loves who was born from her enemy's blood?

Gaellos Academy is a dream school of all the creature in Altera Avila people. Ang lugar na Altera Avila ay siyang pinakamahina ng lugar sa Ravos Realy. Palagi silang pinupuntirya ng mga kalaban dahil sa hindi kalakasang depensa ng kanilang lugar. Namuhay sa takot ang mga Altera Avila at pinapangarap na makapasok sa Gaellos upang mahasa ang abilidad na tinataglay at maprotektahan ang kanilang lugar na Altre Avila sa mga kamay ng kalaban.

Soon after I came back to the country, someone slapped me right across the face in broad daylight, yelling that I was a mistress. A crowd of reporters closed in, pelting me with questions about whether Chandler Armstrong, CEO of Armstrong Industries, was keeping me as his mistress. I was stunned speechless for a moment, but then I pulled out my wedding photo with Chandler from seven years ago and held it up. "What are you talking about? I'm his wife!" The crowd went silent, and the woman who'd slapped me turned white as a sheet. Only then did I finally get it: while I'd been overseas, Chandler had been openly involved with an actress, and everyone in his social circle had already decided she was the future Mrs. Armstrong. Today, they all came expecting to confront a mistress—only to find out that I was actually his wife. Later, Chandler tried to justify it. "Alina, you've been out of the country for years. I'm a man, and I have needs. She's just a B-list actress; it's not like she threatens your position. Why should you be upset? Just let it go," he said. "Don't make a scene." I handed him the divorce papers. "You make me sick."