Florian Salt To The Sea

Twenty-two year old Attorney Serena Aiden didn't know what she was getting herself into trying to put a very notorious Mafia Kingpin behind bars. So when three hot, hard-muscled, sexy men show up at her apartment, and drags her away against her will, she knows she's in big trouble. Just not the kind she expects. Florian, Drew and Anatoli are hired to kidnap and break the attorney who testified against the most powerful man in the city. But one look at feisty Serena, and the game changes. She would be their captive. Their sweet plaything. She would be theirs.

"If I am just a tool for fulfilling your longing to another woman y-you will never have me." You will marry me even if you despise me....now strip my little whore." Hated and abandoned by her fiancee who saw her with the eyes of contempt and discarded by her father and brothers who loved her sister, she became a political tool to be sold to the highest bidder. But this time she shall choose her own buyer and become the obsession of the king of Ardos who wants nothing but to bind her to his bed and breed her with his children so that she could never escape his clutches.

Synopsis They stripped her of her name, called her Prisoner Twelve, and left her to rot in chains. For four years, Natille endured wolfsbane scars, silver shackles, and silence from the family who should have saved her. Not once did her mother visit. Not once did her sister speak her defense. And the boy she once loved—Florian—watched her exile without lifting a hand. Now the gates open. Florian waits at the end of the path. “Grandmother misses you. The Alpha King pardoned you. Come home.” But home is poison. Her sister Navy smiles through rehearsed tears, wearing the life that was once Natille’s. Her brother Ronan sneers that she only seeks pity. Her mother weeps too late. And yet her grandmother, Elder Nelda, defies them all: “You are mine. This house is your house.” Every scar on Natille’s body is proof of betrayal, but the Wilsons call her manipulative, ungrateful, a danger to their name. Even Florian—now promised to Navy—warns her not to lean on pride. But pride is all Natille has left. And when Navy plunges into the deadly Moon Pool, it’s Natille who dives into silver-laced waters to save her. In a single night, she becomes both savior and suspect, her very survival sparking what could tear the Wilsons apart.

"Aren't you my sweet little slut?" She is the rogue princess and he is the Lycan sent to kill her. Persephone after being abandoned and abused finally finds her mate in Alpha Adrian that wishes to bind her to his bed for only producing pups but why is that she does not desire him at all but the regal, brooding muscular male that is above any alpha of the world- King of all werewolves and Underoworld- Hades.

With a sharp gunshot, my husband of twenty years, Marcus De Luca, rushed in front of me and took the bullet for me. As he lay dying, he spoke gently. “Nerina, live well.” I held him in my arms. My tears kept falling as I pressed hard against the wound in his chest. But he only touched my hair. His eyes fell on Vivian’s body. “She’s dead. I have no reason to live either.” It felt like a bullet had gone through my head. All the blood in my body froze. “She suffered in Sicily for twenty years.” “She finally came back, and now she died in front of me.” “Please stay alive. Bury me with her.” “If there is another life, don’t let her go to Sicily in your place again.” “Please make us whole.” His hand fell. My world collapsed. When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of Marcus’s father. The old Don looked at me. “Your wedding with Marcus is set for three days from now.” I lifted my head and spoke calmly. “Marcus’s bride should not be me. It should be Vivian.” “As for Sicily, I’ll go.”

I was killed by my own twin sister. Mira drove a silver dagger straight through my heart. “Lyra, if it weren’t for you, I would’ve married Ronan and become the Luna of the most powerful pack in the South.” I pulled the blade out of my chest. Blood burst from the wound. I drove it back into her—straight through her heart. In the reflection of her terrified eyes, my body began to rot. My wolf was fading. We collapsed together in a pool of blood. Then— I opened my eyes again. Alpha Kael and his twin brother, the beta Ronan, had come to choose their brides. Mira rushed forward. She took Ronan—my mate from my last life. That was when I knew. She remembered everything too. I smiled. And took Kael’s hand. Go ahead, Mira. You think you chose power. You just chose your executioner.

Kate Rose had promised to help her friend Chloe to get a revenge on the man who cheated on her, but she doesn't even know how to start. Dark Louiz is a well-known playboy and cheated on many women. Kate Rose hated him since their first encounter. Her blood heated up when they'd seen each other again. She tried to talk and convinced him to stop being a playboy, but she was surprised when he told her that he would only stop being a playboy if she agreed to be his girlfriend. Will Kate Rose accepts what he wanted to happen? What will happen if she agreed with him? Will she be able to help her friend to get revenge or will it not happen because that promise for her friend Chloe might just be broken in the end? The course of their lives might possibly change forever.

Dante Valieri, the most sought-after mafia lawyer in New York, had just signed his own name on my divorce papers. But he had no idea. Because while he was signing them, his eyes never left Camille. The second Camille walked in, Dante had already looked up. He watched her disappear into the lounge before finally turning back to me. “What did I just sign?” “Nothing important. You never really look at the things I hand you anyway.” He started toward the lounge. “Next time, just send it to my phone. Don’t make a special trip.” As he closed the door behind him, I heard him say to Camille— “You came so early. I was worried I’d miss you.” And just like that, I was shut out on the other side of the door. You won’t miss anything anymore, Dante. In ten days, I’ll be going home. After that, no one will interrupt the two of you ever again.

My life was left behind in that church fire. When the flames broke out, Cersei lied to me and said Jaeren was still inside. I didn't hesitate. I rushed into the fire without a second thought, only to save my fiancé, Jaeren. Then Cersei shoved me into the flames. By the time Jaeren found us, he picked Cersei up and turned away. He never looked back at me. I was swallowed little by little by the smoke and fire. Later, I stumbled out of the fire alone, covered in soot from head to toe. Jaeren frowned, his face full of impatience. “I didn't take you out first, sure. But couldn't you just call yourself a cab?” “Be glad Cersei is unharmed. Even your death in that fire wouldn’t clear your fault.” He didn't know that I had already suffocated to death in the flames. The one who walked out of the ruins was nothing more than a body still breathing. I made a deal with the vampire in the church basement, trading away my love for Jaeren and every tear I had ever shed for him. In seven days, on the night of the full moon, I will open my eyes again in the dark as one of her kind. From then on, I will no longer be trapped by love. And I will never shed another tear for Jaeren.

Roxanne seems to have the perfect life. Fairytale romance, doting family, a passion for the violin. The only imperfect areas of her life, like her elder brother's best friend, Florian, with whom she had shared her first kiss years ago, is carefully tucked away and paid no attention. That is until after she receives a call from an unknown number the night before her wedding. Damien, her fiance was supposedly taking some time with his friends at a country house, but after the caller prompted her to check the exclusive strip club in downtown California, Roxanne's blood runs cold. She drives all the way there, and to her greatest disappointment and heartbreak, her fears are confirmed, as the first sight to greet was her fiance and three other women all bent over. The sight is nauseating, and she could barely make her way out of the club when suddenly, Billionaire heir and her brother's best friend, Florian, appears out of nowhere. He offers to take her home, but during the drive, Roxanne changes her mind. The last thing she wants is to go home right now. The first thing on her mind was revenge, and she had the perfect person driving her. She would allow herself to use him for that one night, but was she really using him?