Hera Syndulla Butt

What happens when people start going missing from a range of small towns in the middle of nowhere? The local police department have absolutely no idea what to think or how to investigate the disappearances or what to do with the body count piling higher and higher. Once again Mary wakes up outside the little wooden cottage naked and covered in blood. This always happens when something happens that ticks her off. Mostly it's her father not letting her do anything or never letting her leave the house. Constantly moving around also kind of defeats the purpose of going out and making friends if you are just going to be leaving the town in the next couple of months. Is Ryder really Mary's father and if he is where is her mother and why does he never talk about her? Should Ryder have told Mary that she is the Werewolf Princess? Should he have told her while she was growing up like he had planned before the accident or should he let her believe that she is a normal human being to help keep her safe and calm? Will they be able to help keep Dora and Mary alive when the time comes for Dora's forced marriage into slavery to cover her father's gambling debt with the goblins. Will Dora see her mate and have the curse removed? Why is Hera on the killing spree and what triggered it in the first place? Could it be Mary, her human who is afraid of what she is and what she smelt after her blood session as Mary had started calling her blackouts. Follow along and find out the secrets of the forest and what it hides in plain sight from unsuspecting humans and supernaturals alike.

Ace Adreev, an alpha and the most feared Tsar of the Russian Mafia, has built his empire in the human territory in loyalty, and ruthless precision. He ruled over the humans and the hunters alike. But even the coldest ruler cannot escape the pull of fate. His life was constantly in danger and he didn't want any serious relationship but then two women entered his life, both bound to him in ways neither could he imagine. Dennise Lambert, a secret assassin trained by the powerful organization, was ordered to kill Ace. He took Dennise’ older sister Hera as fiance only to discard her and demand Dennise herself.  What Ace doesn’t expect is that the woman he should despise most is revealed by the bond of fate to be his mate. Torn between her mission to kill him and the forbidden desire that consumes her, Dennise must choose: betray her organization or betray her heart. Hessa, an Alpha Female and the last hope of a dying werewolf clan. She seeks Ace’s protection, only to realize he is her mate too. She was desperate to keep Ace for herself. But when she learns she must share him with an assassin meant to kill Ace, jealousy twists into something darker. Would she kill Dennise to have Ace’s heart alone, or risk his wrath and face rejection? Bound to two mates, one who wants to kill him and one who wants to kill the other, Ace must walk a line between passion and peril. As mafia wars erupt, hunters hunting werewolf surfaced, and betrayal hides in every shadow, three hearts are caught in a dangerous game of fate. In a world of love, vengeance, and survival, can Ace claim both women, or will destiny force one to destroy the other?

When a fire destroys young Valiant's family home she finds herself hurled in a life that is attempting to destroy her. "Malcolm, please. I'm tired. It's been years and I haven't told anyone. I just want to be left alone." I pleaded with him for mercy hoping he'd been satisfied with the devilment he'd kept up for years. He grabbed my butt and hissed, "Bịtch, you don't get to say when you're tired. As long as I have access to you, you'll open up and let me fûck you. Now, where's the money I gave from the last time? Did you spend it? Do you need more? I'll stop by tonight. Since you weren't here last night....wait did you fûck him? You let him touch what is mine." My eyes widened in terror knowing that my revealing the truth to him would cause me more pain. I cry uncontrollably for minutes until I hear Roman's voice shouting! "I'm going to kill that motherfūcker!" But there appeared with Roman Driggs, his best friend and battle buddy Reece Shields, sexy, confident and dangerous. Charged with keeping an eye out for Valiant, Reece begins to fall in love with his friend's girlfriend... **** "Damnit woman! I love you! It kills me everyday that I'm not the one! He doesn't deserve you and in spite of what you think about yourself, you're the perfect girl for me. I've never wanted or needed something so bad." He had tears streaming down his face. **** "Reece, I love you and am in love with you. Please help me." "I think I'm pregnant." There's a trail of betrayal, lust and schemes that tear apart the world of two military friends and complicates the love of the remaining couple.

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.