Hunger Games | Semi-advanced Rp

They call her useless. Her family treats her like a slave. In a world where strength defines worth, Clary Vertina is nothing but a shame to her pack... until the night she discovers her true mate. He is Xylo Crosswind, the legendary Alpha every wolf fears and respects. The bond between them is undeniable… but he already belongs to her sister. Branded a liar, rejected by her own blood, and forced into the brutal werewolf games where weakness means death, Clary’s world shatters piece by piece. When her only child is ripped from her arms and murdered, grief hardens into vengeance. No longer the timid girl they mocked, she rises from the ashes with a power they never expected and a rage no one can cage. But vengeance comes with a price. As betrayal tightens its claws and forbidden desire burns hotter than destiny, Clary must decide: surrender to the rules that destroyed her… or break them all and claim the throne fate tried to deny her. One secret could crown her queen. One loss could turn her into a monster. And one choice will change the kingdom forever.

“I don’t think you realize it, but I’m not that kind of girl.”He thought he owned me, but there was no way I would let him see me break.“I bought you… remember?” He replied, the corners of his lips turning up into a smirk.“No, you bought my virginity.”Laughter erupted as his sinister gaze swept over my body. “Isn’t that the same thing?”***Lyla, a university student, falls into financial troubles when returning back to school. In a rush of desperation–and a drunken haze– she signs up to a Sugar babies site in hopes to sell her virginity to the highest bidder. The only problem is when Lyla returns to her senses, she realizes not only was she sold to just any man, she was sold to the Prince of Dubai. A prince with secrets and a hunger for all things dark and dangerous. Will she be able to resist his dark advances? Sold to the Prince of Dubai is created by Scarlett Rossi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

[Warning: Contains 18+]On a rare stormy night in Las Vegas, a beautiful woman arrives at a luxurious villa with her kid and stands in front of Brent's house, where she displays the wound at the base of her thigh, prompting Brent to have a change of heart and allow her to stay in his house. Hermosa, an 18-year-old single mother, seeks refuge in this attractive and sombre man, Brent's home to escape her abuser. In actuality, she is unable to solve her predicament. In order to ensure the safety of her child, she must employ any means necessary to seduce Brent into having sexual relations with her and gaining his trust... She was like a sensitive jackal and detects flirting between Brent and herself during her stay with him. Each and every time Brent looks at her, he does so with lust and hunger. In his obscure eyes, she can see a sly and intense fire of desire flames. Brent could flirt with Hermosa and enjoy her passionate , but whenever Hermosa's desires were aroused, he always repelled her without any explains. She regretfully concludes that she is not attractive enough... Hermosa does not realize that the most advanced hunters frequently take the form of prey. On her first day in Brent's home, Brent had already activated all of the security cameras... Brent injects a heavy sleeping tablet into her milk during a night of intense desire. His lust consumes his entire body, and he can no longer contain himself other than by quietly spreading Hermosa's legs in his bed in the dead of night...! ! Always keep in mind that the conspiracy will be like a net that will bind everyone's destinies together!!!

“Go on, Grenade. Pull the trigger.” An annoying smirk was plastered on his face, as he leaned on the wall. My heart contracted, and my eyes stung. A click of my gun, and all these would be over. This was the mission I'd worked so hard on. “Wasn't this what you wanted, Grenade? Wasn't this your plan all along, when you snaked into my life, pretending to be who you weren't? Why are you hesitating, then?” “For the last time, Dante, my name is West. Don't ever call me Grenade.” I hissed. He advanced towards me slowly. “I don't care if I die now, Grenade. But don't you ever let the King of Hearts fall into the wrong hands. Give it to me.” His tone was soft, yet there was no denying the order behind it. “You wish.” *** West, the most powerful undercover agent for Lucchese, is suddenly given a mission by her Capo. She is to infiltrate a powerful Mafia group in Italy, and make the boss let down his guard around her. And then, she has to bring back 'The King of Hearts,' a powerful computer program that's capable of destroying, and changing the world. But she must never fall in love with him. However, her mission isn't going to be as easy as it seems. Especially as she unravels the secrets surrounding her birth, discovering that her whole existence is a lie. In the midst of all, the cold hearted West finds herself falling for Capo Dante, the head of the 'Ndrangheta, and her enemy. There was one rule, and one rule only… The King of Hearts must never ever fall into the wrong hands. But…who was the bad guy? (#1 The Mafia Princess Series)

I had spent my life fighting to survive. By day, I was a struggling writer barely keeping it together. By night, I sold myself to pay off debts I never asked for. I had sworn I’d never let a man own me… until Damien Cross. He was ruthless, icy, and used to getting whatever—or whoever—he wanted. But I wasn’t like the others. I resisted him, challenged him, and yet, I couldn’t deny the fire he ignited in me. When he offered me a fortune to become his exclusive companion, I knew I was playing with fire—but the temptation was impossible to resist. Desire turned into obsession, possession became dangerous, and secrets threatened to destroy everything. I was caught between loyalty, survival, and a hunger that refused to be ignored. And Damien… he wanted it all. I shouldn’t have wanted him. I shouldn’t have let him see me. But I couldn’t stop myself. [NOTE: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES AHEAD!]

“This is wrong,” he groans, dragging me down harder onto him as he thrusts up. “I’m your mother’s husband and you’re still begging me to take you like a mate.” He grunts and pulls me closer. "Why. Did. We. Get. A. Forbidden. Bond," he growls, each word punctuated by the slam of his hips. She was born the wrong daughter. The unwanted girl with Fae blood in her veins and a broom in her hand, cleaning floors in a house that should’ve been her home. Now Aurora is a bargaining chip, chosen to seal peace between two rival packs through a bond she never wanted. But on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, everything changes. One breath. One scent. One forbidden truth that shatters every law her world is built on. Because her true mate isn’t the Alpha she’s being given to. It’s the man already married to her mother, and there is no suppressing the hunger of a bond that was never meant to exist.

Mirabella Jones grew up chasing success, her eyes set on fame as an actress. Her father walked out, leaving her to care for a sick mother while he built a new life with his mistress. The hunger to climb the ranks of stardom burned in her, pushing her forward. One night, a mistake rewrote her path. The drug which she had prepared for a famous actor slipped into the wrong glass. Aiden Hayes, a powerful business tycoon with a deep aversion to touch, ended up in her bed instead. Aiden didn’t let it end there. He offered Mirabella a proposal—marriage, but with strings attached. Behind the offer hid his own motive. She wasn’t a bride. She was an experiment, a possible cure for the illness that twisted his mind and body after trauma shut him off from women. As the truth begins to surface, Mirabella stands at a crossroads. Can she forgive the deception? And when Aiden confesses the feelings that crept up on him, will she accept the love he never planned to find?

Eva never wanted this life—the roar of engines, the scent of leather and gasoline, the weight of her father's legacy crushing her shoulders. As the only daughter of the Crimson Reapers' president, she's spent years trying to escape the MC world. But when a bloody turf war threatens to destroy both her father's club and the rival Steel Vipers, there's only one way to broker peace: a union sealed in chrome and rebellion. Albert, the ruthless VP of the Steel Vipers, is everything Eva despises—violent, arrogant, and dangerously magnetic. He's got sins tattooed on his knuckles and vengeance carved into his soul. The arranged marriage is a cage for them both, a business deal written in bad blood and broken promises. She's supposed to be his old lady. He's supposed to be her protection. Instead, they're gasoline and matches—combustible, toxic, and one spark away from burning everything down. But as enemies close in and betrayal bleeds through both clubs, Eva and Albert discover that the line between hate and hunger is thinner than they thought.

We had a plan. It wasn't as far-fetched as plans to end world hunger or as extreme as plans for world domination. It was a simple plan, wasn't foolproof but it was going to work, it had to work. We were gonna prove that I wasn't a boy-crazed stalker who caused her parents death. We just had to make Kingston confess that the accusations against me were false. Infuriating Jeremy Vongov wasn't a part of the plan we'd anticipated. Yes, we sought out him as an ally but he declared war on us. This bastard heir with criminal ties thinks to make me his toy but I'll show him that I'm not the cowering and weak Dian Fibarthorn of four years ago. My name is Josephine Dukes and I get what I want. Or what I think I want. And right now, what I want is to repeatedly stab that irritating smirk off his chiseled face or make a few babies with him… And I might do both if he keeps staring at me like that.

My little sister Willa? Always played the noble princess—even during the freaking apocalypse. She was pregnant and still trying to look like some graceful queen. I told her to end it. Safer that way. She slapped me. "Shut up. How can you be so heartless?" Meanwhile, I skipped meals so she and her rescue-pet gang could eat. When I collapsed from hunger, she snorted. "Drama queen. Think of it as a free weight-loss plan." I dragged her to the base, the safe zone, and nearly died doing it. She snatched the last of my rations. "The baby and I are good. Give the rest away." I died from my injuries—frozen, starving, forgotten. Willa? She got crowned a saint. Even landed the baby daddy—the Deputy Governor—and kicked off her perfect little fairytale. Then I woke up. Back to the moment she asked me to swear I'd protect her and the baby. This time, I laughed in her face. "Die for all I care."