Invent And Wander

CONTENT WARNING! This book may contain depictions of sexual assault, suicide, explicit intimacy, and dark content! 'You smell so good, divine. ' He drawled out the words, dipping his nose on the side of my neck. The warmth of his breath fanned the skin, raising goosebumps along the area. My back ached when he latched his warm mouth on my skin, sucking hungrily. I lifted my hips up, attempting to add more friction between us. The rest of the people faded, mind body and soul focusing on our man. 'Please don't stop. ' I pitifully begged when he kneeled down, putting a distance between us. 'Ssssshhh love, soon baby. ' He purred,  guiding two fingers in my eagerly waiting mouth. *************** Scarlet Baranov has lived all her life without a wolf as an outcast and a slave under the leadership of one cruel Alpha, until one night, his abuse goes beyond the bounds. Determined to preserve the tiny bit of her dignity left, Scarlett flees, only to wander into the territory of the most notorious alpha in the were community, whose hatred for rogues runs deep in his tainted veins, Alpha Jaxon. Having turned rogue after her escape, scarlet faces a torturous death in the arms of Jaxon, who is scared by his painful past. She suddenly finds out that she is mated to the very man who swore to kill her. Rejected and accused of conspiring with her former alpha to finish Jax off, Scarlett finds out that the events that led to her escape had borne a bitter fruit of unexpected and unwanted pregnancy. Everything is different from what it seems, submerged in twisted turns, secrets and past sins that Jax and Scarlett must uncover. Will Jax be able to look past his hunger for blood and the pregnancy?

My eyes spontaneously moved to wander at the woman who looked so different compared to the other women. She's not that tall like the other young ones, I can see her good physique, slim, voluptuous and matured body like the models I see from magazines and televisions. The woman has a white and silky skin, long and black spiral curls hair that almost extended past to her waist. Nangingibabaw siya kumpara sa iba, nangingibabaw ang kulay ng balat niya, lalong lalo na ang kaniyang itsura kahit pa mayroong takip na face veil ang kalahati ng kaniyang mukha. I turned to a gay and motioned for him to come over to me. "Yes, Mr. Elizondo? How can I help you?" I pointed the woman before. "I want her." Tiningnan niya ang itinuro ko, nakita ko ang pangamba sa kaniyang mukha. "S-Si... Ana, sir...?" "Ana..." I mumbled. Such an angelic name but that body is wanting me to make a goddamn sin. "Yes, I want her. Maibibigay mo ba?" "I'm so sorry, sir. But you need to wait until the auction starts. And it is strictly forbidden to bring our women with—" "Who's her owner?" "Her Auntie, sir. Hawak siya ng Auntie niya at mukhang pinahihinog pa." "I'll talk to her," I uttered and searched for the woman again. She's looking at the crowd with her innocent eyes, with the sudden burst of her tears, the woman possessed with seducing regard. "I want her," pag uulit ko, mas mariin. "Ana..."

Yana meets my eyes then, and I see a passionate light in her eyes that I haven’t seen before. Slowly, she takes my hands and puts them on her shoulders. My palms graze her skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every cell of my body. “What are you doing?” I ask in a low voice. “Making sure it’s real.” She meets my eyes, letting my hands roam to her arms and to her waist. “I don’t repel you, like you said. It’s meant to be. And for that I need you to touch me.” The heat between us is getting more and more intense. She puts her hands on top of mine and let my touch wander to her hips. I trace her hip bones with my thumbs, watching as the light in her eyes dim into something more mature. Darker and more primitive. Lust. Desire. “Does it feel like I’m repelling you?” she asks. “No.” I pull her closer to me. “It feels like you’re inviting me, telling me to make you mine.” *** Desperate times call for desperate measures. And a desperate measure is what Yana Allard is seeking to save her small jewelry business. When she gets a chance to get an audience with one of the biggest holdings companies in Los Angeles, she grabs it by the neck and refuses to let go. Only to end up at the mercy of the cruel bachelor CEO, Mikhail Sartori, who has an offer she couldn't resist. But what happens if she discovers that he's not just the leader of an empire, but a King to a race of Lycans? And what happens when he finds out that she can command and control his destructive, monstrous side aimed to harm humans like her?

Lyric Greyheart spent years living the life everyone expected of her. She was the perfect Luna, perfect daughter, and perfect mate, but behind closed doors, the truth was nothing but blood and heartbreak. Every night, Lyric was forced to endure the agony of her mate's betrayal. And when Lyric finally snapped and invoked an ancient law to break their sacred bond, she uncovered a truth that put her life in danger: her freedom came at a prize almost too big to pay. Forced into hiding, Lyric leaves her pack and the world she was born into. She settles in a quiet coastal town and opens a small ice cream shop, trying to build a life that is gentle instead of brutal. A life without fear, without duty, without eyes watching her womb as if she were nothing more than an incubator meant to bring the next heir into the world. She has no wolf, no pack, and no intention to ever belong to anyone again. Then Noah Locke walks into her shop. He looks nothing like the tourists who usually wander in for soda floats and sundaes. Sharp suit, dangerous presence, eyes that see far more than they should. Lyric doesn’t know who he is or why he feels so familiar, but Noah is the kind of man who doesn't take no for an answer. And he keeps coming back. Asking questions she doesn’t want to even think about. He watcher her like he's been waiting for her his whole life. Lyric escaped a mate who tried to own her, and she has no idea she just crossed paths with a man even more powerful and far more dangerous than her ex-mate. A man, who will burn the world to the ground to keep her from harm

[MATURE CONTENT 21+] I'm not sure if I'm here, at the moment, I don't know if I'm screaming or begging him to stop as the weight of his hands on my back feels more apparent. Maybe I'm just helplessly drowning in my despair with only silent tears running down my face. Nothing matters because even my mind could not wander off and protect me for long enough to silently surrender to a horrific situation. "You lied to me, You lied to me! You said you wouldn't do this if I " The words slip away as I sob and cry out in pain. "Hm..”" Alejandro lets out a breathless chuckle, "I did?"One of his hands leaves my hip, reaching down to wrap around my throat, forcing my back into an arch so I'm faced with the reflection of myself in the mirror. It is so I can watch the deranged, lustful look in his eyes as he roughly thrusts himself in and out of me while choking me against his hand at my throat.This is cruel. This is disgusting. This is shameful. But it makes Alejandro smile in pleasure, in pride, that he's able to break me and bend me into his will. "I believe I said that I was fine if you wanted to wait, " he admits. "However, I never said how long. "The reflection of myself in the mirror is someone unrecognisable; she's broken, and angry. I can see my eyes darken in misery, in hatred. The mirror also provides me with Alejandro's expression, filled with contentment and satisfaction. "I HATE YOU," I spit out with every inch of dignity that I may have left. The statement left no mark on Alejandro, instead, he thrusts into me harder, making me cry out but I didn't care, not anymore.

Le jour où j'ai décidé de donner mon corps à la science, ma famille s'est rassemblée autour de ma sœur adoptive, Chloé, pour fêter son admission dans un programme expérimental de pointe. Celle qui était censée avoir un cancer du cerveau, c'était moi. Mais Chloé avait profité de la position de mon mari, Zane, à l'hôpital pour échanger ses dossiers médicaux sains contre mon diagnostic en phase terminale. Elle m'a volé ainsi la seule chance que j'avais de survivre. Et le pire ? Tout le monde l'a applaudie. La douleur est devenue insupportable. J'ai lutté pour rester présente, jusqu'au moment où j'ai surpris les infirmières chuchotant : « Heureusement que le docteur Zane a obtenu cette place pour Chloé. Ils disaient qu'il ne lui restait que trois jours à vivre. » Alors, pendant les soixante-douze dernières heures de ma vie, j'ai tout lâché, en silence. Quand j'ai remis à Chloé les manuscrits originaux de mes romans, dans lesquels j'avais mis toute mon âme, mon père et mon frère m'ont adressé un sourire satisfait. Quand Zane a décidé d'exaucer le vœu soi-disant ultime de Chloé en l'épousant, il m'a tendu les papiers du divorce. J'ai signé sans la moindre hésitation. Il a soupiré et m'a félicitée d'être enfin raisonnable. Et quand c'est moi qui ai poussé notre fille, Olivia, à appeler Chloé « maman », Olivia s'est exclamée que sa nouvelle maman était la meilleure. « Ne t'inquiète pas, » m'a rassurée Zane. « C'est juste pour la protéger pour l'instant. Une fois qu'elle sera partie, tout reviendra vers toi. » J'ai tout donné à Chloé, exactement comme ils le voulaient. Alors pourquoi, quand ils ont découvert que tout cela n'était qu'un mensonge abject inventé par Chloé, sont-ils venus pleurer pour ça, en disant que c'est moi qu'ils avaient toujours voulu ?

Ne trouvant plus d'échappatoire, Chloé Dumont a donc passé un accord avec la mère de Lucien Bernard. Elle a fini par épouser Lucien. Pendant trois ans de mariage, Chloé était douce, obéissante, supportait tout sans jamais se plaindre. Elle est allée même jusqu'à aider Lucien — paralysé des jambes et au caractère explosif — à se remettre debout. Elle pensait naïvement qu'ils pourraient continuer à vivre ensemble, malgré tout. Mais c'était sans compter sur le retour de Jeanne Laurent, la femme qu'il avait toujours aimée. Un jour de pluie torrentielle, sans une hésitation, il l'a abandonnée, trempée et misérable, pour aller chercher Jeanne. Par la suite, il a inventé un déplacement professionnel… alors qu'il emmenait Jeanne à un concert. Pire encore, il l'a ramenée chez eux, flirtait ouvertement devant Chloé… Déçue encore et encore, Chloé a fini par prendre une décision : divorcer. ... La prochaine fois que Lucien recroisait Chloé, c'était à une soirée mondaine. Son ex-femme — autrefois terne et insignifiante — portait une robe de haute couture, elle était rayonnante, gracieuse, d'une élégance à couper le souffle. Mais ce qui le rendait fou de jalousie, c'est qu'elle ne le regardait même plus. Elle souriait à un autre, riait doucement dans ses bras. Il l'a coincée dans un coin de la salle, le regard noir : « Chloé, qui t'a permis d'être avec un autre homme ? » Elle l'a giflé sans hésiter : « C'est qui ce chien qui me colle ? Dégage, ou je porte plainte pour harcèlement sexuel ! » ... Chloé déménageait dans un nouvel appartement et faisait la connaissance d'un voisin calme et bienveillant. Cet homme s'appelait Xavier Marchand. Il lui apprenait à faire confiance, à s'appuyer sur quelqu'un. Avec lui, elle devenait presque une enfant qu'on protège. À chaque obstacle, il était là, toujours présent, solide comme un roc. Leurs rendez-vous, ses déclarations, la demande en mariage, même les moindres détails du mariage… Xavier s'en occupait, tout était pensé pour elle. C'est là que Chloé comprenait : Être aimée, chérie, portée dans le creux de la main par quelqu'un… c'est ça, le vrai bonheur.