Freya Allan Feet

" Make love to me, Ryan. F*ck me till my legs give way. “ When Amelia said this, she knew she was willing to risk everything… her father’s trust and happiness. **** " Damnit, Amelia! He’s my friend! “ Her father snarled. " And he’s my lover! “ She yelled right back. Bryan shook his head, " No, child. Ryan is too dangerous for you. “ " And old, “ he added in a whisper. " I’m not a child anymore, daddy. I’m 21 “ Amelia answered. " Who knows nothing! End it with him or I’ll disown you! “ He was shouting now. She stomped her feet on the ground like the child her father had called her, " I’m going to be with him, Dad! Get used to it. “ " He’s being called a monster for a reason. Don’t you know why? “ " Stupid reason. He doesn’t deserve it. “ she retorted and added, " And isn’t he supposed to be your friend? “ Bryan shook his head, " You come first, Mel. I’m going to protect you from him. “ " At all cost. “

Ferrah Autumn is a lone magic user, intent on finding the man who destroyed her coven and, along with it, her brother, who was the answer to winning the war against shifters. She trained for years, working with some of the most powerful warlocks and witches to fulfill her lifelong goal of killing the Alpha King. But when he finds her in the woods, something unexplainable happens. Not only do they share the same prophecy, but they're also each other's fated mates.“There’s one condition,” I said softly. I leaned my back against the wall as I looked at him. I looked up to find him standing a few feet away from the bars. He was looking at me with hope in his eyes. My heart ached at the sight and I cursed at myself for it.“What?” he asked in confusion. I couldn’t believe that I was even considering this. I felt like a traitor. If my parents could see me now, what would they think? I was making a deal with the devil.The Alpha King's Prophecy is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

“Valerian!” a cry came from outside and my feet rushed to the door, my body having recognised the voice before my brain could comprehend what was happening. I yanked the door open and almost broke down crying at the sight before me, “Queen Lyla!” Bethany gasped from behind me. I scooped her into my arms, my eyes searching for any unwanted presence before rushing her into the living room. “Valerian put me down, we don’t have much time!” she rushed out the command as she struggled to get down. Silently obeying, I put her down, taking note of how she looked and it wasn’t pretty. Her hair, that was always neatly made, looked like a bird’s nest; twigs and leaves hanging from the knots. Her long white sleeping robe dirty and bloody from her waist down, she looked a royal mess; with a bunch of blankets wrapped around her upper half. “My Queen, what happened?” Beth asked as she handed me my medicine bag.

CHAN After the death of her grandmother, Chandra Chandler, known affectionately as Chan, and her two sisters move to Australia to escape their past and build a better life. When a fortune-teller reveals to Chan she will fall in love with a man who is as bright as the sun, she dismisses the very idea as hocus pocus. But when gorgeous Sam Harrington and his daughter waltz into her life, Chan’s world turns upside down. Sam draws her to him like a moth to a flame with his good looks, charismatic personality, and kindness. Most of all, his warm gaze and gentle touches tempt her with the promise of seduction—a dangerous territory she is afraid to enter, yet longs to experience. SAM After the death of his wife in a freak accident, multibillionaire Sam Harrington is sick of women throwing themselves at his feet simply because they are attracted to his enormous bank account and good looks. When he bumps into Chan, he knows instantly she is different. He’s attracted to her and wants her. When he discovers this strong, beautiful woman is broken inside and in danger of losing herself, he vows to protect and love her unconditionally.

The ninety-ninth time my Alpha mate blocked our mind-link, I was in the final stages of Wolf Spirit Decay. I dragged my broken body into the Council Hall. The cold marble steps grated against the soles of my feet, and with every step, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "I am here to petition to leave the pack." The council official studied my pale, thin form with a pitying gaze and asked softly, "Are you certain, Miss? You would be giving up the pack's protection." Since childhood, my wolf has been unstable, making me frail. Ever since my father brought home my adopted sister, Lydia, when I was ten, my parents have treated me like a disgrace to the family. Despite being his marked mate for years, Caleb never promised me a Luna ceremony. He rarely even took me to pack gatherings. As a result, hardly anyone in the pack knew who I was. "It doesn't matter," I said, my voice calm despite the effort. "I will be dead in three days."

Five years into marriage, Silvia Serra becomes both Dante Valenti's most lethal weapon and his most invisible presence. She shields him from bullets. She crosses a freezing river for him. Her scars accumulate, and his response is an assumption that it is how things are meant to be. In time, Dante grows repulsed by the violence clinging to her. He derides her lack of charm and gives his warmth to another woman instead. He allows others to grind down her dignity, and with a new lover in his arms, he openly stains her name. Silvia tolerates it so she can continue guarding him. Everyone mocks her as if she's numb to it all, driven away again and again, but never truly gone. Then comes the night of pounding rain. Cast aside without ceremony, Silvia erases every sign she was ever there and leaves with finality. Dante treats it as nothing more than sulking, convinced she will return within three days. Later, the once-untouchable Don was seen on his knees at Silvia's feet, stripped of all pride, begging her to turn back and look at him just once.

"Let go, Jax. You're hurting me." His smile twists into a cruel smirk. "Oh, I'm hurting you? That's rich coming from you, angel. You think you can just waltz back in and expect me to fall at your feet?" His voice drips with venom. "Newsflash: you're under my authority now, and you'll do exactly as I say. Unless you'd rather kiss your salary goodbye." To save her dying mother and pay off her debts, Aurora reluctantly returns to the city she despises with her daughter, only to find her ex-boyfriend as her new CEO- the guy she had rejected and left broken years ago. Now, as Jax wields his power over her, revenge becomes the only currency that matters. As their complicated past resurfaces, the lines between love and obsession blur, threatening to consume them both. Can their tangled hearts find forgiveness again, or will the lies and secrets of their past tear them apart forever? The ball is now in your court. Dive into this tense, dark romance between two former lovers as their story unfolds.

The day I died, the baby in my womb was only five months old. In that final phone call, my father, John Harlow, the godfather of the Harlow family, spoke with a voice as icy as a loaded gun. "A married woman belongs to her husband's family, even in death." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had been placed under house arrest. He was circling my college application with a red pen. "Girls who study art are easier to marry off." In front of him, I tore the family's marriage alliance files into pieces. "I'm going to Camford University. I'm studying Computer Science." He sprang to his feet so suddenly that his finger nearly jabbed my face, his sleeve cuff revealing the family crest tattoo. "If you dare defy me, don't ever regard me as godfather." I smiled. "Exactly what I want." Meeting his stunned gaze, I spoke each word deliberately. "The name Harlow. I have long stopped wanting it."

The night before her wedding, she had a fling with a strange man; on her wedding day, he appeared as her groom's brother. ** “Last night, we had a fling, and today you're married to my brother?!” He scowled, spewing out hot breath on her face. She stuttered, “I..I'm..I'm..” “No!! You can't be married to Ryker! You can't be my brother's wife!” He raged, looking aggrieved as he pulled away from her. Ryker's dominant voice was immediately heard from the stairs, “What's going on here?” Her feet grew cold, and realizing he must have heard their conversation, she grabbed hold of her wedding dress and took to her heels. “Wait!” His commanding voice made her halt in the middle of the passageway. She stood stiff as she heard the sound of his shoes kissing the ground stylishly. His presence behind her made her turn pale in the blink of an eye. Caressing her left shoulder, he whispered sinisterly into her ears “Wifey, what did you do on the night before our wedding?”.

A beautiful little heiress is torn from her loving family by her father. Brought up by the Biker King in a world she does not know or understand. Morven must learn to adapt and adjust to her new position as a Biker Princess. Her family never forget her and continues to search for their little heiress. Maverick is another Biker King, the leader of the Blue Moon Bikers' basef in Baker, California, just off Route 66. He is everything his name suggests, over six feet six tall, with his perfectly muscled body, long, toned legs, and six-pack abs, with a stunningly sensual face. Their paths cross when both bikers' gangs meet by chance at a Charity event, and the King sets his eyes on the beautiful, fiery Princess. Keeping his identity hidden, he charms his rival's daughter until she falls in love with him. Can Maverick win the only woman he has ever truly loved? Can Morven overcome the obstacles both her families place in her way to keep her from the man she loves? Will love prevent a war between the rival Bikers?