Dragon Ball Female Saiyan Novels & Stories

  "There is no escape for you. I have waited a long time for you,mate. I will not let you go this time." I gasped and placed my palm over my heart, doubling over. I felt it. Strong and unbreakable, a cord that connected our bodies, minds and souls to each other's. It reached out, connecting me to him, over time, over space, over realms. I felt his power fuse with mine and cuddle around my ice, making me warm. Fire to my ice. Ice to his fire. I didn't need to see him to know it was him. My dragon growled again with mixed emotions coursing through her. I joined in with a snarl and lifted my head, anger of a woman and beast merging into something cataclysmic.      I thrummed my fingers in the air and I raised my head. Our eyes met and I resisted the urge to double over at the sensation in my chest. With Fae vision, he looked even more gorgeous than any being should be. So sensual. So dark. So powerful. My mate. I searched his turquoise depths for answers, hoping I was wrong, but they said it all. He was my mate. And he'd hurt me. I'll kill him.

I’m Oliver Lance. Yes, the Oliver Lance. The one that all men want to be and all women want to be with. Every Sunday a million fans watch me throw a ball down a field, win games, and sign huge endorsement deals. Everything was going perfectly, until a car accident tore it all away from me. I want it back, and only she can help me. At first, I think about ‘Doc’ Elsie the same way I think of every other woman. Just another possible conquest, another notch on my bedpost. Only Elsie is different. She’s not starstruck by me. She’s not interested in my money. She’s the most real woman I’ve ever met, and those tempting curves are making it hard to stay focused on my recovery. Now, I’ll do anything to keep her by my side. I’ll defy my manager, my coach, even lay down my career as quarterback to stay with her. It’s third and long, and I’m gonna make my play Hard and Deep. From New York Times bestselling author Krista Lakes comes this sexy story of sports romance!

To keep the peace between humans and shifters, those chosen by the Oracle are forced to mate with their bound partners. And me? I was forced to be the shared mate of twin black dragons. Every night, I brewed two glasses of moon-wine to help them sleep. The older brother, Kaelen, was cold. But when he took his glass, his scalding fingertips would brush my wrist in a silent promise, and he’d murmur a soft thanks. But the younger one, Cassian? A vicious temper. He’d smash the glass, hurl insults, and crush me with the weight of his dragon aura. I had been lying to myself. Walking on eggshells. Desperately keeping a fragile peace. Until a fellow apothecary told me the truth. She hesitated, then said: "He treats you like dirt. The other one is gentle. Why do they both get the same precious moon-wine? How is that fair to the one who actually cares?" I thought about it all day. She was right. Late that night, I left the apothecary in a sheer silk robe, carrying only one glass of moon-wine.

Drake was in all ways an alpha man. The best basketball player the town got and the Greek god of the female species. But even Drake was human alright and he also got enough skeleton in his cupboard locked faraway until he meets her his mate the coach's baby sister who came making all hell loose.Jemima was an underprivileged lady who held her head high never backing down, not even the alpha Drake could. Even when things got a little spicy from love at first sight 'to 'one-night stand 'then 'a hate-love relationship'.Drake was all the luck Jemima needed to a better life while Jemima the salvation and fire Drake needs to keep his passion for basketball burning despite his demons. Expect ecstasy twirled with passion at its peak.

I'm looking for my beloved. She was taken from me. Hidden from my very eyes till it was too late. But my dragon will find her. Even if it means the end of the world. If she dies, everyone shall perish. I am Azian, prince of Dragons. I need my Kaya. only she can control my beast and his Ultra. --------------------- THIS IS AZIAN PRINCE OF DRAGONS BOOK 3. The third book in the APOD SERIES. [a/n] YOU CANNOT READ THIS BOOK WITHOUT AT LEAST READING BOOK TWO. ACTUALLY, I NOW STRONGLY SUGGEST YOU ALSO READ BOOK 1 (all completed) ORDER- AZIAN PRINCE OF DRAGONS MATED TO THE GOLDEN DRAGON FATED TO THE KING OF DRAGONS PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT AFTER EVERY CHAPTER. ENJOY.

After they lost a battle against the vampire king, the werewolves are forced to hide in the human kingdom. A prophecy stated that, a marked alpha will kill the Vampire king, and restore peace back to their kingdom. Preview: Luna's p.o.v: I knew he was following me, so I decided to stop and hear him out. He placed both his hands by my side, pinning me to the wall, his hot breathe fanned my body, and I felt hot all over. I was a little scared, it was just the both of us in the hallway. Oh my mate! He found the right place to brutalize me. "Just kiss me!" Amanda, my wolf mind linked. Unlike me, she was a flirt. After he finished eyeing me, he spoke. "I have such a pretty mate". My cheeks turned red immediately. My legs where feeling like jelly. What is he doing to me? "I don't know why you're running, but I will give you time mate" he said cheekily. Damn his guts. I didn't know where I got the courage from, I spoke back. "What if I reject you?" "You wouldn't" he replied and left me alone to my thoughts. Fu*k! Of all people why does it have to be Crescent, the most popular boy in school. Why was I mated to this fool?

Bella Gibson and Harold James were always meant to be. But dating the star quarterback that was destined to be in the NFL was not easy. Things took a turn for Bella, and with no other option, she broke up with Harold, pushing aside her feelings in order for his dreams to come true. Five years have passed since their breakup. Harold's dream came true; however, Bella's life turned out different than she had hoped. But what will happen when they cross paths once again years later? Old sparks start to fly, but can they rekindle the love they used to have?

Gigi is an awesome ballerina who has been in-love with a dashing male ballet dancer named Adam for as long as she can remember. When it seems that fate is finally uniting them, Gigi gets her heart brutally crushed as her crush falls for her best friend.When she meets Malik, she immediately falls for his good looks especially his captivating amber eyes. While she thinks it is nothing more than a crush, Malik is convinced that they are meant to be. Slowly, their romance starts to kindle and Gigi falls head over heels. But things are getting rocky for the couple as her ex-bestfriend, Cleo becomes her rival and Adam is asking for a second chance. How will she get herself untangled from the love triangle? Will she and Cleo ever patch things up?

Lisa Williams has been in love with her best friend Stephan Biscotti since college, but never had the courage to tell him. After one drunken night that Lisa can barely remember leaves her with an illegitimate child, she is forced to make a decision that can affect three lives. Now rumors are spreading that Stephan is getting married, Heartbroken, Lisa moves on and starts dating Ricky, she hopes to finally find some type of happiness even if it's not what she truly wants, but When Stephan finds a BDSM profile on her computer it seems fate has had other plans.

I fought my sister, Anna, for two lifetimes to become the Donna. In my first life, I got what I wanted. I became Lorenzo's woman. People said he loved me as if I were the air in his lungs. When he learned that I loved to dance, he bought an entire ballet company to keep me onstage. Then he broke my legs. He confined me to a wheelchair and displayed me like an ornament. One day, he brushed his fingers across my face and finally told me the truth. "I've seen enough dancing," he said. "And the one I truly love was never you." I died in that room, swallowed by despair. In my second life, I stepped aside and gave the Donna's seat to Anna. "You go," I told her. "The one Lorenzo really loves is you." I believed that choice would save us. I believed Anna would have the happy ending I never did. Five years later, they sent her back. Her legs were intact this time, but she couldn’t move them either. Lorenzo no longer treated her as a person. He had turned her into a ballerina statue, encased in plaster and posed at what he called her most beautiful moment, frozen in place. His men delivered the message without a trace of feeling. "He got tired of watching the younger sister dance," they said. "So he preserved her at her most beautiful." When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in my third life. Once more, the Don's men delivered a ballet invitation. Anna and I stared at it. The same question burned in both of us. If neither of us was the one he loved, then who was Lorenzo really watching?