Grim Reaper Dog Novelas e Histórias

"You want me to beg, Remy?" His hand tightens around my throat. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "Because once I finally give in and sink balls-deep into this tight little pussy… you’re done. I’m not letting you up. I’m going to fuck you raw until you’re shaking and dripping with my cum. You won’t walk straight for days. You won’t even think about running again." ———— I’ve been in love with Decker Kane since I turned eighteen and realized every filthy dream I had at night was about him. He’s my father’s best friend. The Vice President of the Iron Clad Kings. Seventeen years older than me and completely off-limits. So I ran. Tried to be normal. Tried to want someone else. Three years later, I’m back. Baseball bat in hand, engagement destroyed, and my body burning for the only man I’ve ever truly wanted. Decker can keep fighting it. But I’m going to make the Reaper King break. And when he finally claims me… I’ll be exactly what I was always meant to be. Property of Reaper King.

I don't inform Hunter Nabb when I'm bitten by a rabid dog in the late stages of my pregnancy. Instead, I call the police. Why? Because he got into an accident when he hurried to me in my past life. It killed his junior. He was depressed for a day but quickly bounced back. He cared for me until I recovered. I thought the rumors of amorosity between him and his junior was just a figment of my imagination. However, the day I gave birth, he locked me in a cage, allowing a rabid dog to attack me and the baby. He looked down at me imperiously, his tone cold and ruthless. "You can trick everyone, but not me. Would a dog have bitten you if you hadn't provoked it? Do you know you killed Willow with your dirty tricks? She was pregnant with my child when she died!" When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to when the rabid dog bites me.

The afterlife is another world entirely. Called "The Otherworld" for lack of agreement among the inhabitants. It's filled to the brim with the various creatures and gods of mythology. Follow Death and Lucifer as they set out on a mission to meet the "Unknown" that is leading a human uprising in this Otherworld.

My Alpha brother's Omega assistant had always wanted to be Luna. She didn’t know my identity and she mistook me as a rival trying to steal her place. She framed me for theft and tortured me without mercy. As I lay dying, it was my old companion—Rex, the Siberian war dog who had fought beside my brother and earned the highest military honors—who sacrificed his life to protect me. She dragged me by my hair, smugly satisfied, and threw me before the crowd like refuse. In her hands, she flaunted her "gift" made from Rex's fur. She had no idea she was about to face the fury of the entire werewolf world.

Everyone thought Sophia Collins was the poor fake heiress. She lost her place in the Collins family, got sent to a brutal obedience academy, and spent three years eating dog food, sleeping in kennels, and wearing a leash like an animal. When my father finally brought her home, she knelt in front of him, covered in bruises, and sobbed, “Dad, I’ll behave. Please don’t let Ava chain me like a dog again.” Everyone looked at me like I was a monster. What they didn’t know was that Sophia had once stolen my body. In my last life, I was the one trapped in that academy. I was the one beaten, humiliated, and forced to bark on my knees. Then she switched our souls back and framed me for everything. My father believed her. He broke my legs and threw me into a dog cage. But this time, I came back before the nightmare began. And when Sophia stole my body again, she thought she had won. She didn’t know I had already turned her own trap into mine.

Lyra Vex was born under a dying moon - the only wolf in centuries without a soul. Considered cursed, she was raised as a servant to the packs that ruled the fractured world of wolves. When she accidentally resurrects the fallen Alpha King, Kael Draven, with her blood, she becomes bound to him through an ancient law that even the moon spirits fear to touch. But Kael was never meant to return. His resurrection cracks the boundary between the mortal and the celestial realm, marking Lyra as the Moon’s Reaper — destined to kill the Alpha she loves when dawn rises on the seventh eclipse.

On the night of her fifth anniversary, Maya Voss waits for her husband who never comes home, and discovers instead that Alpha Declan’s heart has always belonged to another woman. What begins as a marriage built on convenience and debt spirals into betrayal when Maya is reduced to nothing more than a political asset, offered up as a concubine in exchange for loyalty she no longer owes. When she walks away, she unknowingly steps into a far more dangerous fate, one tied to the rise of the feared Night Reaper, Cassian, a ruthless ruler who everyone fears but he is the only man who has ever truly loved her, and he has loved her long before she even knew his name.

She was discarded like a tool after being drained dry, yet became the only mate of a tyrant Lycan king. Lyra's newborn son was taken from her by her Alpha husband and given to his mistress to be raised as their heir, while she herself was accused of infidelity. Falsely accused, condemned to die, she lay in a pool of her own blood waiting for the end—when she heard a voice. “Let her go.” Kael Ashvorn, the tyrant known as the Reaper, pulled her from the pile of corpses and marked her in front of everyone. His hands were stained with blood. Everyone said the Moon Goddess had cursed him, that he would never be given a fated mate or an heir. Until he caught her scent. Her second chance was the most dangerous man alive. His only mate who could bear him a child—was a woman already broken. Was he the Reaper—or her only chance to survive?

At my engagement party, a female dog was sitting on my fiancee’s seat. Her guy best friend, Ryan Anderson, was holding the leash. “Bro, don’t take it personally. Your fiancee drank too much the night before at her bachelorette party, that’s why I’m letting her sleep in for a bit longer.” Everyone looked at me mockingly as they laughed. I felt as though someone had slapped me. All the guests had arrived, but Lily Smith showed up late. “It’s our engagement party today. Are you asking me to marry a dog?” I asked as I suppressed my anger. Lily grabbed Ryan’s sleeve and glared at me impatiently. “What are you talking about? Ryan saw that I was too tired, so he let me rest for a bit longer. Are you seriously offended? “As my fiance, you should be more understanding, like him!” It felt ridiculous and wrong to me. My heart sank as I stood up. “Fine, since he treats you so well, you should marry him then!”

On Christmas Eve, my six-year-old, Yule, was dying from cancer, and all he wanted was a gift from his dad dressed as Santa. I called Peter, my husband, begging him to come. His reply? "Can you stop blowing up my phone? I don't have time for this! I'm helping Tracey find Puffy. Do you know how upset she is?" Oh, Tracey. His first love. And Puffy? Her dog. I told him Yule might not make it through the night. His response? A straight-up dagger: "Don't act like this isn't your fault, Freya. If Yule hadn't kicked Puffy, none of this would've happened. Tomorrow, make sure he apologizes to Tracey." Then he hung up. That night, I sat with Yule, crying as I helped him celebrate his last Christmas. By morning, Peter's social medias were still full of posts about that freaking dog. Mine? Yule's obituary. Ten years of marriage, gone.