Into The Darkest Hour

On the night of our eighth anniversary, I cooked everything Ethan loved. He didn't come home. I sat alone at the table until the food went cold. Then I did what I always did. I opened Selene's profile on the pack network. New post. One hour ago. A photo of Ethan, shirtless, building a fire in her den. Her hand on his shoulder. Her face turned toward the camera with a smile that showed too many teeth. The caption read: Grateful for old friends who drop everything when you need them. Even their marking anniversaries. I stared at it until my eyes burned. Then I liked it. Filed the bond-dissolution request. And started packing the trunk I'd kept ready for months. Ethan didn't believe it when he found out. "She's throwing a fit," I heard he told his packmates. "Give her three days." "I'll crook my finger and she'll come running back." "She always does." What he didn't understand was why I always came back. It was because I loved him. That was gone now.

On the tenth day of my postpartum recovery, my husband, Deputy Commander Harvey Wyatt, uploads a photo of me breastfeeding my newborn in a disheveled state to the department's group chat. Obviously, that photo was taken without my knowledge. "See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight." A few female colleagues send sweating emojis to the group. The majority of the chat, however, consists of the male colleagues' perverse silence. While I continue to burp my baby with one hand, my tears land on the screen. In order to give birth to this baby, my pelvic bone was sawn in half, which causes me so much pain that I can't even walk properly. But all I get in return is my own husband body-shaming me in front of hundreds of people. I don't bother arguing with Harvey at all. Half an hour later, I drag my broken body all the way to the commander's office with a divorce agreement as well as the chat history over the past ten days, which has been printed out, in my hands.

Yvonne Larson, my housekeeper, has always been punctual, but she ends up being late today. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Carter. Dinner's not ready yet. I hope you won't mind. I had no choice. I waited for over half an hour, but no one got the door for me. I even called Mrs. Carter a few times, but she didn't take my calls. That's why I ended up running late." Halfway through changing into my house slippers, I pause and frown. "Yvonne, didn't Susanna give you the access card to the apartment?" Yvonne looks confused. "The access card? Mrs. Carter never gave me any card." "Never?" "That's right," Yvonne confirms timidly while wiping the sweat off her brow. "For the past month, I've always had to call Mrs. Carter and ask her to open the door for me. She wasn't picking up her phone today, so I had to wait outside…" That's strange. I've checked the logs before. The access card has been used multiple times throughout the past month.

Aria Bennett wanted one night without rules. One night to feel alive. She never expected to meet Adrian, a man she met in a secret club and knows exactly how to break her control. They promise each other nothing. But the next morning he appears in the last place she expected. Her home. As her father's new driver. Now the man she can't forget, the man who awakened her darkest is the one she must face every day and must pretend not to know, while a far more dangerous secret begins to unfold. Will it bring them closer or keep them apart.

"That baby in your womb can't be mine; you're just a prostitute who wants to find a way with me," he declares, dismissing her claims with a venomous sneer. Reeling from the brutality of her past and the harrowing reality of a r*p* that stole more than her security, Chelsea fights back tears. Her of studying abroad are dimming, ensnared by the billionaire's ruthless terms: a contract marriage as his way out. But even in her darkest moments, Chelsea refuses to lose hope. She must navigate this cruel game of power and preservation, armed only with her resilience and a burning desire to reclaim her future.

Highschool teenager-cum-proclaimed superheroine, Natasha Johnson, climbs up the ranks of the academic ladder as she and her friends get into Senior Year at North Atlanta High when a new student joins them out of nowhere. The budding romance between Natasha and this student ends up boring a hole in her friendship wit the rest, resulting into a mayhem of love, secrets, blood and worst of all—betrayal—one that will come as a revelation of an upcoming war and the return of an all-too-familiar character who will aid Natasha a.k.a the Viper and her team. Together, they must all embark on a perilous time-bending mission in order to stop and evil that has risen from the darkest depths of the Darkforce before literal hell is unleashed on earth.

Lyph is notorious killer. She kills for a living. Either good or bad, Innocent or not. She simply doesn't care. Her heart has nothing but emptiness, She is completely heartless. All of this was a result of all the betrayals and hate she experienced in this world. She walked the darkest path, people can't even imagine, she sought for satisfaction through all the things she do to ease her desire, she had long hold unto. Yet unexpectedly she experienced another betrayal which pierced her deep. The noment dhe woke up all her desires disappeared like a bubble, leaving her with nothing but warmth.

"Your kind belongs to a cell, shackled against a wall with no freedom!" He yelled at me before ordering his guards to shut me up in the darkest part of the cell, hijacking the little freedom and illumination I had. ******************** How overjoyed I was when I thought I had found my mate, the one gifted to me by the moon goddess, the one to end my pain and suffering, the Blood Alpha, Alpha Kade. But I had no clue that he had other plans for me, to use me! to break me! to make me bend to his will! Why would he want me as his Luna? An insignificant clumsy omega? He was...The Big Bad Alpha

~l have never had a threesome with anyone~ ~But still fuck me~ TAKEN TWICE. 18+. Karen Ryder ran away from her abusive boyfriend and swore never to fall in love with any other man but she instead fall in love with not one but two men.... In fact brothers. Twisted pasts and unforeseen future leaves her breathless and though innocent about the threesome thingy, she ends up exploring her darkest fantasies and feelings. Things were all good not until when one brother got jealousy, possessive and wanted her to be his only. This was so hard for her to decide since she loved both brothers.

Liana, is a daughter of a famous politician, a very happy go lucky girl who wanted a normal, and peaceful life where she can do everything without her bodyguards, she has a loving Dad, and living a luxurious life. which she was not using to harm other people around her. She wanted fun, she wanted adventures, she wanted to try things that she was not able to try since she was a young girl, she was trying to live as if nothing happen in the past.. . Her Father believed that she was in danger since the election is nearly to start and he is a candidate for senatorial position with the highest rate and chance of winning, she was too vulnerable in the eyes of her Father, no matter how hard she convinced him not to surround her with so much bodyguards, so he hired someone who will protect her in any cause.. . Phoenix is a retired military officer will be assigned to become her Bodyguard, a snob, cold hearted guy who's immune to Liana's beauty.. . It made Liana felt challenged, first time in the making, that a guy was not interested to keep her company, and just keeping his eyes on her just because he needs to. She knew she was attracted to him the moment she laid her eyes on his ocean pair of eyes.. . But what if nightmares from the past revealed itself the moment she fell in love with him? Nightmares that she kept on hiding in the deepest and darkest part of her mind and her heart, door of opportunities are waiting for her, where will Liana's love would bring her? Can love be a shinning light to her darkest, broken hearted, betrayed, crushed heart?