Healing Touch Of A War God

After spending a night together, Nova never expected to see Damian again. That is, until three months later when their paths crossed once more. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he murmured against my neck, his warm breath fanning over my skin as his lips grazed me. Damian’s nose traced along my jaw before he pressed a slow, possessive kiss under my ear. His hand slid between my thighs, fingers brushing over my slick folds before teasing my clit in slow, deliberate circles. My breath hitched, and his low groan vibrated against my throat. He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them deep as his thumb kept stroking. Heat coiled in my belly, my hips grinding into his touch. I glanced down and caught the sight of his tattooed hand buried in my lacy underwear, moving with skill and hunger. I smirked through a gasp — I loved seeing him there, claiming me like that.

On Harlow Gage's first day at the Crescent school, her attention is captured by the strangely familiar Michael Collins. She soon discovers he isn't an ordinary guy; he was far from it. Actually, he was the impeded of destruction- everywhere he went, death follow. Michael collins was a monster and everyone knew it. Meeting him, it was their own personal nightmare. He was cruel, heartless and just...evil. He murders like it was an everyday chore and never did he show an emotion other than hatred. Especially, for her. Harlow Gage, an impetuous seventeen year old werewolf who dreamt of finding her mate just like any other. But, fate couldn't help but pair them together. Will she be able to get her happy ending she had dreamt about? Or will her dreams be her downfall?

"You have to stop doing that, Camilla." "Doing what?" Jesus Christ! Did she not see what she was doing? "Being so goddamn sexy, I can't stand it." She tiptoed, bringing her lips closer to my face. "Why? Why can't you stand it?" Questions, too many questions. I pulled her closer to me, so she could feel the bulging of my crotch between her legs. Her lips parted slightly, I watched her sigh in satisfaction. Her wet tongue licked her lips gently. My length hardened against her, a small moan escaped her lips. "Fuck!" I cried out and turned my back on her. I wiped my sweat off my forehead with my right palm. "Mister Ivan…" "If you call my name one more time, you won't be able to blame me for how good I'll fuck you, Camilla." I blurted out. I did not care how it sounded, I did not care that she might take me to be a pervert. I only wanted her to know what she was doing, and the effect she had on me. What I did not expect were the next words that strolled out of her lips. "Then turn around and fuck me." ~•~ From doctor and patient, to friends and then illicit lovers. Can Camilla and Ivan finally stand together to fight the forces against their relationship? Or would both retire to fate and let fear and mistrust take the lead?

In my ninth year of being with Tyler Freeman, he flaunts his relationships with other women while I'm only allowed to come and go from his bedroom. He doesn't acknowledge me as his girlfriend, yet he allows his friends to address me as such. I have a name but not an identity. His friends are bored during a private party and want me to perform a strip dance on stage to liven things up. I expect Tyler to at least turn them down on my behalf, but all he does is sip his wine and say, "Go on. You're the owner of this place, aren't you? Aren't clubs supposed to satisfy their patrons' needs? Don't let my friends down!" I look at him emotionlessly. I don't cry or throw a fuss. Instead, I splash a glass of liquor in his face. The following day, I trash the club. Three months later, Tyler finally thinks of calling me. "Where are you? Aren't you gonna get the hell back here? Do you really expect me to beg you to come back? Do you think you're worthy of that?" I pull my newlywed husband to the camera. "Sorry, Mr. Freeman. I'm getting married. You don't need to come, but do get me a wedding gift." Unexpectedly, he threatens to show my husband intimate videos of me when he sees me in a wedding gown.

Savannah’s fate was already decided by her father, who viewed her as an asset he could use to maintain his political status. Her marriage to Tyson was one of his many plans for her. Tyson’s affection slowly turned into possessiveness, making her question their relationship. When presented with an opportunity to be with a noble billionaire who seems to have given up on love, she takes it, and this leads to an affair. A night of passion leads to a pregnancy they are forced to conceal. To further protect Savannah and their child, they settle for a contract marriage. Will their love for each other be enough to secure their relationship, or will their pasts keep them apart?

When Cynamon, a rogue she wolf meets her new boyfriend's best friend, a famous human actor named Zac, she fights hard not to give into the attraction. She did not want a mate, especially not one that will have her places in the limelight. But her wolf Zyca refuses to let her ignore it, and his friends, seeing the sparks flying, are also pushing them together. Things happen really fast, leaving them both kinda dizzy, and trying to find a foothold in their new life together. Why do Cynamon want to keep the relationship a secret ? What secret is she protecting that has cut the ties to her family ?

This is the sequel to "Trio of Mates" (can be found on here) and is NOT a stand-alone book. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They are disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory, and wails of defeat. As the images flit through my mind, a voice enters the chaos. “A war of threes. Three deaths. Three victories. Three trios. Three losses. Betrayal. Birth. Death. Sorrow. Joy. Warn them, Meredith. Be prepared!”

When Daylen spent his entire life in a dungeon tortured and drained of blood. He has never gotten the chance to know who he was or where he is from. The only thing he knows is the cruelty of his captors and the harsh truth of the world. Daylen believed that he was doomed to die in captivity. He lost all hope of being saved as fairytales weren't real. But when a mysterious savior shows up and rescues him. When the thread of his fate binds him to the heir of the vampire kingdom. With the knowledge of the animosity between the vampires and werewolves, how will he navigate his new life of freedom? Will Daylen choose to pursue the forbidden love promised by his vampire mate or give him up to maintain the balance of things?

She already knew that she's hopeless. She didn't even have a little chance for the guy she really love. Maybe she will be contented from being a friend. Because love is unconditional, she said. She can watch him from a far and admire him 'til death. But what if fate gave her the chance to be noticed by her crush, what if she will be the love of her crush's life too? Chance to be touch by her significant other. A touch of a..... Wraith. Yes, a wraith. Clark had a car accident, had a comma and his soul left his body and discovered that Sashi, the girl who truly in love with him will going to save him from being a wraith.

Narte Fantasia Trilogy – Book 1 (COMPLETED - BOOK 2 COMING SOON)"All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one."****"Darkness, blood, and death will soon invade our world. Flamis, Glaciers, Baylans, and of all tribes are in danger. Only the Fated Savior can save us all!Born in a forbidden love but was blessed with four great guardians as protectors.We must find her!" I shifted my gaze back at Cool after reading the scroll containing their so-called 'prophecy'."So, how does this explain everything?" I asked with a doubtful look."Simple. You are the Fated Savior and I am one of your guardians. Do I need to tell more?" He answered with a cold expression.