Four Or Dead Goa

The guy from the playhouse? Impossible. The emerald green eyes. The masked biker. Charlie Adrian is an Omega heir forced to play heiress. His father, after four sons, needs a daughter—for collateral in case war breaks or an alliance must be formed. At Fort College, Charlie studies medicine. His only comfort is the bike competition, where he beats Alphas who dismiss Omegas as weaklings. Then Jayden Rowland beats him. The masked biker who steals Charlie's title is the same man Charlie woos and fucks at the Red Playhouse during his heat. The next day, Jayden shows up as a transfer student. How long can Charlie keep the truth buried—that he hates the man who ruined him and wants to be ruined by him all over again? That the same man stirred his dead wolf back to life?. And what happens when Jayden's obsession with Charlie surfaces... despite the fact that Jayden has never wanted a girl in his life? A marriage alliance forces the enemies together. Tangled in sheets and wheels. Charlie is pregnant.

"You died four days ago. You were buried yesterday. That's fast healing, even for us," Clara explained. "Us?" Clara smiled. "You have risen from the dead and have healed all your wounds. You have no pulse. You do not breathe, and we've been giving you blood so that you can survive. And the last thing you can remember is a tingling in your neck before you died." She clasped her hands together. "I've read your personnel file, Shamira. I know you're not stupid, even if your former bosses thought you were. You can figure this --" "Vampire? You're kidding, right? You have to --" "Wanna go ahead and say 'But there's no such thing as vampires' so we can get that out of the way?" "There's no such thing as vampires!"

"Who are you?" My fated mate held a silver blade to my throat, looking at me with the eyes of a stranger. Four years ago, a witch erased me from Alpha Nash’s mind and rewrote his reality. To him, I am dead, and another woman wears the Luna crown. I returned to the pack not to reclaim my title, but to save my son. Nash sees me as a filthy rogue. He tortures me. He scorns me. He has no idea that the secret I’m hiding in the shadows is his own flesh and blood—a son with magic powerful enough to bring the world to its knees. The curse breaks with a single touch. But with a dark witch hunting my child for a deadly ritual, and Nash’s memories buried under a mountain of hate, time is running out. If he doesn't remember me soon, he will be the one to kill us both.

Four wolves, four different characters, four different powers, four different elements. The Elemental Wolves are a blessing from The Moon Goddess to the werewolf kingdom. But what happens when one of the Elementals was kidnapped before they could even shift. Will the Moon Goddess's words come to pass or the enemies will win? Reading THE ELEMENTAL WOLVES will make you find that out.

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.

“A Luna is meant to be graceful and elegant not…” His mother sniffed, her nose up in the air, “not this.” Disdain and disgust dripped from her words. Every word felt like a blow to my heart, I kept still, waiting for Roland to come to my defense like a good mate. I sent a pleading gaze to him but all I got was an icy stare in return, but I still held faith in my heart. He sighed and his gaze softened with something that looked like self-loathing, “I'm sorry Selena, you're not just Luna material,” His gaze shifted to the person beside me, “And I'm in love with another.” There was a ringing in my ears as time slowed and my world came to a standstill, “W-what?” I choked out, dazed. Selena was the fat unwanted twin, the one her mate rejected for her prettier, slimmer sister. Once rejected, betrayed and left for dead, she almost gave up on life itself. When she stumbles into the arms of two alpha werewolves the world fears, she doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. Four years later, she returns, stronger and fiercer, a queen in her own right. The weak fat wolf is dead and in her place is someone they would never see coming. A weapon. Vengeance.

As Christmas drew near, my little sister claimed she’d seen Santa Claus in the house. “He had four legs, real long, like dead branches. He crawled on the floor like a dog. His mouth was full of teeth, and I saw him with my own eyes, climbing out of the chimney. His bones were making this clicking, clacking sound.” The Santa she described was nothing like the legends. My parents and I thought it was just her imagination. Until I posted about it online. A user named “NocturneNotes” insisted my sister wasn’t lying, and that the thing was dangerous. Panicked, I asked him what we should do. He gave me three rules: “On Christmas Eve, from 11:30 PM to 2:00 AM, the entire family must ‘sleep’ by the Christmas tree.” “You can’t actually fall asleep, or you’ll die in your sleep.” “No matter what you hear or feel, you absolutely cannot open your eyes or stop pretending to be asleep. Once it hits 2:00 AM, it will leave on its own.”

“Say it, Sadie. Let us hear your sweet, sweet moans as you cum for us, Say it.” “oh please, please make me cum, Daddy”. Sadie whimpers, earning the praise from the four men who sit watching, as a vibrator shifts in her p*ssy, making her drip. Sadie sees stars from her climax, She trashes and turns around the bed, her eyes still on her four daddies, no—her stepbrothers. This should be forbidden. She should have never given into her fantasies, into her wants and hunger for these four mean who want her. Yet Here she was, letting her four stepbrothers fuck her with a vibrator while they watch her like their very own entertainment, their very own plaything she was theirs to own, to claim, and fuck. she craves the dominance, she craved her four daddies. “ So Tell us who owns that p*ssy baby?” “You do daddies, it’s yours.”

Ashley's Parents were traitors and had been executed at the age of four, spared to live in the pack house, she is hated, abused and turned to an all round slave in the pack. At the age of eighteen, when she is rejected by her destined mate, The future Alpha of her pack, her life shatters before her. Just when it looks like life is doomed, The dangerous and most powerful, Alpha, Alpha of the dead moon pack Liam claims her as his and she is sold. How would Ashley survive as a slave and being the second chance mate to an Alpha who wants nothing with her, but would murder another man for coming close to her? If Ashley is just a slave, then why does Alpha Liam's blood boil and wolf call for her body to be his and only his? MATURE CONTENT READERS DISCRETION ADVISED.

Hailey Summers thought two pink lines would save her marriage. Instead, they destroyed it. On their third wedding anniversary, she walks into her billionaire husband Cole’s office with the happiest news of her life—she’s pregnant. He throws it in the trash. Moments later, he divorces her to reunite with the woman he truly loves—her step-sister. Beaten, humiliated, and left for dead while carrying his child, Hailey disappears from his life forever. But four years later… She returns. Not as the broken woman he abandoned. But as a powerful CEO, a mother of twins, and the woman who can destroy everything he built. The only problem? Cole never stopped searching for the wife he thought he hated. And when he learns the truth about the two pink lines… it might already be too late.