Im Yours

"We are not meant for each other, cause you're not mine and I'm not yours to begin with."- Kseniya "I can surrender everything just for you to be mine. I can do destruction to the heaven and underworld to let them know that your mine to begin with."- UNKNOWN

"What happens when the life you wake to isn't yours?" I woke up from a coma with no memory of the past two years, only to discover I had been mistaken for my identical twin sister. Now I am trapped in a marriage contract with billionaire, Damon Stones, a man famous for his ruthlessness and merciless act. As I am forced into his luxurious world, I uncover dark secrets, my sister's deceit, Damon's hidden vendetta, and a mysterious figure threatening to ruin us all. In a world where truth is scarce, I am forced to wear a mask of lies and the greatest deception might not be that of my twin sister but the one I am hiding from myself.

Your freedom is not yours to bargain with,” his deep voice growled as he closed the distance between us. My body trembled, helpless against the fear of what awaited me. His fingers traced my check with cruel tenderness, his breath warm against my skin as I leaned in. A shiver ran through me as his lips brushed my neck. "You're mine forever," he whispered. "That's all you shall ever be–a breeder." That one word shattered my world. I never wished this fate, least of all to him, the ruthless Lycan King who sees Omegas as nothing more than his sexual plaything. I wanted him to be my first, though love isn't for someone like me–a discarded Omega with no worth. Rejected by her Alpha mate, who chose her twin sister over her, Morwenna is sold to the Lycan King, Leofric Thaddeus, as his breeder. Heartbroken and filled with anger, she vowed to resist him, yet her body betrayed her, wanting the Lycan King's touch. But when her first mate returned, pleading for her forgiveness, Morwenna faced an impossible choice: the love she once dreamed of or the ruthless Lycan King who now claims her body. Perhaps even her heart.

“What did you say?” “I said that if you won’t touch me and make me yours, then maybe someone should.” To my surprise, Archie smirked at me and his gaze drifted to my lips. “No one’s ever going to touch you but me, Rosie.” *** Rosie Fay is the daughter of the mafia, so she is used to being surrounded by guns, sulky men, and dangerous deals. But her father thought she shouldn’t lead things after he was gone, so he made a deal and offered her hand in marriage to Archie Donovan. The arranged marriage wasn’t the problem though—Archie was. He treated her well and took care of her, but that’s all their relationship entailed. No romantic strings attached. But they clearly liked each other, so why did he always push her away? As the tension between them intensified, the dangers around the family increased. Was happiness even a possibility for them? Or would the mafia life take that away from her? Daughter of the Mafia is created by Rafaella Dutra, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"My life is yours, Esther, my heart belongs to you. You can do with it as you wish." ******* Two species are fighting for Dominance. Werewolves and vampires. Werewolves are under the protection of Dominic, the immortal lycan with an untraceble scent. Princess Esther is the only vampire who can trace the elusive Dominic's scent, because she is his mate. So, she has been given a task of finding him and killing him. Without Dominic, the werewolves would be vulnerable. Dominic needs to get rid of Esther to survive and continue to protect the werewolf species against vampires.

I left a senator’s bed and walked straight into the arms of a biker Alpha who's younger than me and wants to ruin me... and I let him. . . Calla Hart was bred for etiquette, trained to smile through pain, and married into power she never got to touch. But when she catches her influential husband with blood on his hands and another woman in his lap, she does the unthinkable:She runs.Straight into Ravenridge, a supernatural border town crawling with danger and dripping with secrets. . . There, in the ruins of a biker bar, she meets Axel Cain, Alpha of the Vanguards. Twenty years old, leather-clad, inked, and pissed at the world. She expected a place to hide. What she got was a snarling, possessive Alpha with a hard body and harder rules. And Axel? He doesn’t do soft. . . “You smell like fear and something I want to f*ck raw.”“I’m not yours,” I whisper. His grin is all fangs. “Oh, sweetheart. You will be.”