Hickey Bite Marks

The head which was expected to be held high to bear the crown of a princess, was bowed down in fear. The eyes which always saw love and care were forced to see blood and tears. The lips which were always smiling were quivering with horror and nightmare. The hands which were always held by her parents for safety and care, were now alone to shudder rapidly in fear. With time all wounds disappeared but their marks continued to boil her blood in vengeance for those who brought her here. The royal blood running in her veins will not let her stop till she has punished all those who played unfair. The girl was Ezra Grey Allistair and she was going to be everyone's worst nightmare. With eyes as blue as thunder and hair as dark as night. She was the resurrection of the strongest known wolf to exist. She was the thunder wolf. *Could be read stand alone.

I confirmed Vincent Lowe was cheating on me on the day of our third wedding anniversary. The dining table was filled with dishes, yet he barely touched his fork before heading out the door. "Where are you going?" I asked. His answer was unnervingly straightforward. "A friend's treating me to dinner. Cassidy Mason—you know her, right? It's a free meal. It'd be a waste not to accept." An hour later, however, I received a voice message from Cassidy. In the message, Vincent's voice was lighter and livelier—so different from how he ever sounded with me. "They say you should marry someone you can truly enjoy a meal with. I really regret meeting you so late. If only I had known you earlier, I would've married you instead." I listened in silence. Then, alone at the table, I finished every last bite of the meal I had prepared. Afterward, I left a divorce agreement behind.

When Emily was young, she lost her mother to a werewolf bite, a traumatic event that stayed with her forever. Afterward, her father remarried, and her stepmother gave birth to a child. Emily was seen as weak, unable to assert herself, and decisions were often made for her. No one considered her a bold member of the family, nor did anyone expect her to defend herself, as her father blamed her for the death of his first wife. Despite remembering the event clearly, Emily remained composed and focused. One day, her father broke the news that she was to marry a man she had never met. Though she was initially unhappy, she gradually accepted the idea, hoping he would be kind and treat her well. She soon discovers her husband is a billionaire, the CEO of the wealthiest company in New York City, and an Alpha of a powerful werewolf clan—Alphas in search of their Lunas. When their paths cross, Emily must decide whether to face reality head-on or run away.

I'm undressed and bound to a testing table when my family comes to pick me up. A thick, sharp needle pierces into my neck. A drug is administered into my blood, and the pain almost makes me lose consciousness. Behind me, I can feel a man's cold hands stroking my skin amorously. Before me, several people are staring at me. They point at me and treat me like an educational instrument. I tremble in fear and curl up on the testing table in pain. Three years ago, my brother sent me to Mykorra's war zone to stand up for Yvette Sanders. Those were the three most insulting and torturous years of my life. They burned away my hope for kinship but not my desire for survival. As the hands roam lower on my body, I bite my lip so hard that I almost draw blood. As the hands start to go overboard, someone knocks on the door. "Wendy Sanders, your brother is here for you."

Damon curled a hand into her hair and pulled back, savouring the startled yelp she let out and the exposed line of her throat. He took the opportunity to bite down on her pulse, feeling her heart rate spike beneath his lips before licking a stripe over it to soothe the sting. "Beg me to make you come, Mia." She scoffed. "In your dreams, maybe." *** Mia Grace's life would have been picture perfect if not for her new boss, Damon Rossi. Hes demanding, insensitive but also completely irresistible. After Damon Rossi returns from his trip to Spain, he fills the position as the new CEO, replacing his father. Mia expected him to be sweet and kind like her, also a lot older but he's completely opposite. Almost instantly, she hates the man yet lusts after him all together. As they continue working together, everything around them is put to test, from their will to remain professional to their feelings, desires, only to reach a point where nothing ever will be the same again. ***

Ryleigh didn’t remember being taken—only the cold bite of night and the blur of snarling shadows. Now she was locked in a cell beneath an unfamiliar pack house, her wrists sore, her memories foggy, and her heart pounding with questions. Her parents were dead, she’d just learned she was adopted, and now this—kidnapped by creatures that shouldn’t exist. Werewolves. Real ones. And someone with the initial D had left her a single note: You’re safe. Trust me. – D But safety felt like a lie. Especially after she witnessed a man shift before her eyes. Especially when the Alpha of the pack, Damien—arrogant, powerful, and dangerously charming—claimed ownership of her fate. Her only comfort came from Dr. Derek Blackthorn, the Alpha’s estranged brother, a healer with kind eyes and secrets of his own. In a house ruled by strict laws, bloodlines, and bitter alliances, Ryleigh must survive a world she was never meant to know. One where love could be her only weapon—or her greatest downfall.

"Now, mate. where are my kisses?" the butterflies in my stomach flap their wings angrily at his words. My wolf as if listening his voice scratched her ears. "Umm...." I shuffled on my seat trying to tackle his intense gaze. I bit my lip and a growled rumbled in his throat. f**k that was sexy. He leaned down so that his lips were bare inches away from mine. "Don't bite it. I want to do that." He whispered huskily. His minty sweet breath invaded my nostrils and I lost the contact with surrounding. Esma is a 25-year-old werewolf in the Blue Moon pack, where her father is Alpha. She has yet to meet her mate, which is unusual for werewolves. This all changes when she catches the delicious scent of strawberries and cardamom while her pack is being attacked by the ruthless wolf prince Alpha Reed Xander. Can Esma help him change his tyrannical path in life, lead him towards redemption and love or will follow him into his Darkness.

“You are no longer a person, Willow. You are a necessity.” On her eighteenth birthday, wolfless orphan Willow North expects to find her mate but is sold to settle her uncle’s debt. Her escape lands her in the path of Lucas Salvatore, the cold heir of the Abuja Moon Pack and in the middle of a deadly truth. Willow bears the Moon-Fire Mark, binding her as the fated mate to the Alpha bloodline itself. Now trapped in a palace of luxury and secrets, she’s caught between Lucas, the future King who fights the bond, and Logan, his charming twin who offers her warmth while hiding his own pain. But desire isn’t the greatest danger any male who marks Willow first becomes the True Alpha, turning her into a prize in a lethal power game. As rivals close in and her dormant white wolf awakens, Willow must survive the pack’s hunger and choose between the one who burns her soul and the one who heals it.

After being brutally dumped by her boyfriend Rafael, Lyra goes to an upscale bar to drown her sorrows. What she doesn't know is that her own sister, Cassandre, lured her there with a dark intention: to take advantage of her vulnerability to drug her with an aphrodisiac and then sell her to a pervert. Under the influence of the substance, Lyra completely loses control and spends an intense night with a stranger. In the early morning, overwhelmed by shame and confusion, she hurriedly leaves the room, leaving a 100-euro note and a note of defiance: "You are worth no more." But for Alexandre, CEO of a powerful group, that night marks a turning point. He is determined to find this young woman with the fiery gaze. However, on his quest, a car accident plunges him into amnesia. Two months later, barely recovered, he resumes the investigation and goes to the address he was searching for before the drama. There he meets Cassandre, who, without the slightest hesitation, impersonates her sister by claiming to be the mysterious one-night lover. But lies come at a price.

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me. In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape. Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck. "He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!" Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid. Online, a photoshopped memorial of me went viral. The caption read: The unfit mother should die with her son. My company’s stock plummeted. But I just sat there. Stone-faced. I asked for my son, Cooper, to be brought in. The courtroom doors opened. Cooper walked in. Everyone froze.