Iu Knees

I was on my knees, begging Henry to take our daughter to the amusement park for her birthday. She was going to have surgery for her ailing kidneys, and she wanted time alone with her father. He agreed to it, only for our daughter to wait in the cold, never showing up even as she passed out coughing blood. Through her tears, she asked me why her father favored his other daughter so much—was she such a bad girl? She died with her hopes crushed. Her phone slid off her fingers, still playing a video… A video of her own father renting out the largest amusement park out there just to celebrate the birthday of his mistress' daughter!

She writhing on the sand, her plump, pale body shining in the moonlight, that same intoxicating strawberry milk scent wafting off her in waves. “Please,” she whimpers. She arches her back, her coat sliding down enough to expose her ripe, perfect breasts as she bats her eyelashes up at him. “Please help me.” It’s at that moment that the moonlight shines down on her face just right and Landry feels like his knees are giving out on him.The light glints off her big eyes, so familiar Why this Omega in heat look exactly like the female Alpha he’s fought beside so many times? As the only female alpha, she is strong and brave, and fights alongside alpha King Landry, achieving victory after victory. But one day, she went into heat in front of him ...... When he learns the secret of her disguise as an alpha, will he fulfill his duty to torture her severely? Or will he personally help her ease the pain of her heat?

It had been the fifth year of my marriage, and I was about to reveal everything to my husband after pretending to be poor for so long. However, his childhood sweetheart had just returned from studying abroad. With a cruel smile, my mother-in-law sneered, "Claire and Thomas are a much better match. "Not like some trash who isn't even fit to show up in public." She and my sister-in-law had waited for the perfect moment, drugging me and teaming up with the childhood sweetheart to accuse me of being a mistress. The result? I had lost my baby. In a single night, I had lost everything. The position as a vice president of a major company, our lakeside mansion, the limited-edition sports cars... I would make sure it was all gone! I would make them beg for my mercy. I would make sure they came crawling on their knees!

I trusted her. I trusted him. Big mistake. When I caught my husband and my best friend tangled in betrayal, my world shattered. And my daughter? She chose her as her new mom. Me? Just a housewife. Just the ‘overbearing mom’ who cared too much. Done. I walked away, leaving their apologies and tears in the dust. My husband dropped to his knees, begging, “Please, come back. We can fix this.”My daughter clung to me, crying, “Mom, don’t leave me.” I laughed: “Fix it? Don’t leave? Too late. You had your chance. I don’t need either of you anymore.”

I don't believe in fairytale. I don't believe in happy endings too. To me, anything that involves freedom is a myth. Love is a strange word, something I sought for ages but only got slapped back in the end by the strong fume of hatred that surrounded me. The only thing that can end this pain is death, mine or my abuser's. And either way, I was prepared. ~Ellen Oliver ~ *** His hand roamed my body possessively, his gaze penetrating me with lust and hunger, his finger finding its way to my core. His voice, gruffly and nasal, filled my ear with a disturbing hunger. "You are mine. Mine alone. Mine to touch, mine to keep, mine to fuck. All of you, Omega. I own all of your goddamn body. You are my pleasure toy..." *** Rejected by her mate and forsaken by her pack, Ellen Oliver endured massive humiliations and tortures because she was believed to be a cursed wolf, and like an icing on the cake of her misery, she happened to be an Omega too. The hell, she was the weakest Omega. After losing her mother due to a forced labour to produce her, Ellen was hated by even her Beta father whom one would have expected to naturally love her. She felt life couldn't get any worse for her, as her survival depended on how well she pleases and entertained her tormentors. But there was a revival.. a revival she never expected nor believed and it came with a change that had her tormentors on their knees, at her feet. ..

Christopher Hayden a once proud soldier betrayed by the Kingdom he swore to protect, has been struggling to survive in a world he is no longer familiar with. By pure chance he rescues the princess of his former enemy Sarah EverHeart who is fleeing from a marriage she does not wish for. Desperate she requests Christopher's aid. Unaware of the debt she has taken on, Christopher pushes forward driven by two things. His feelings for his loved ones, and his unquenchable thirst for revenge against those responsible. Is he a curse? A savior? A hero done wrong? The one fact is he will bring the world to it's knees and watch it burn to deliver his hate and retribution while paving a path for the princess. A story that will bring happiness and sadness while bringing many mythical beings to life. Vampires, werewolves, spirits, elves and more. Will hate consume the once noble soul or can love bring him back from the brink during their struggle to survive? Just would like to take a moment to thank any of you who have been reading my book so far. I would appreciate any and all reviews, especially if you wish for it to continue. Also if you're enjoying this book, and possibly interested in an urban realistic feel free to check out my other book The Garden Of Rising Stars

Her: My husband is not the man I love. No, He is my punishment. No one forced me to marry him, I married him willingly.  I share his bed every night, willingly. I don't love him. I used to love someone else but that man betrayed me and my love. Hence, I punished myself by marrying the man I hated the most. But My husband wants something from me that I am not ready to give.  Children! Him: The first time I saw her, I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was my enemy’s daughter. Proud and egoistic just like her father.   They say there was no better way to bring your enemy to his knees than hurting his family. I did that, I married his daughter to hurt him.  She came to me willingly. She thought I had forgotten the insults she had done to me. But she didn't know that I forgot nothing.  It was time for payback.  There was only one payment I wanted from her: Children.  The day she insulted me I promised revenge. I promised to crush her pride and arrogance. She called me bad blood, she insulted me for being an Orphan. Now my children will have her noble blood in their veins. Now she will be known as the mother of my children!

I misbehaved. My knees ached from being planted on the aggressively cold floor for so long, but I would take the pain for as long as possible, if it meant gaining the Devil's forgiveness. I whimpered helplessly as the beast of a man pierced me with his cold eyes, ever so subtly patting his strong thigh twice. "D-daddy please-" My pleas were unfinished and went unheard as he continued to pick up the black paddle from his desk and roll up his sleeves. "Don't waste my time, angel." He muttered gruffly, the depth of his well matured voice making every fibre of my being to tremble. "Bend over daddy's lap and receive your punishment, princess." "Y-yes daddy." For her he'd slaughter a nation and drag many to Hell. The Devil has had his eyes on Vanessa since he met the innocent, untainted angel. His Angel. He'd do anything to keep her, to feel her impeccable skin under his impure fingertips, to kiss and stain the luscious lips of an angel with sin and to ruin her innocence and carve his name into her soul. And she's not just about to resist him. When an innocent, naive, little angel mingles with the step-father from Hell.

“Go down on your knees and show me you can be a good little student for me.” My heart rate and my breathing became labored. “N-now?” I stuttered. “Class is about to start.” Damon smirked, uncaring that we could get caught. “I guess you’d have to be fast then.” Dahlia Carrington cuts off her parents and runs away from home and she has to survive somehow and pay for her education herself. When she isn’t granted a student loan because of her rich background, she has to resort to other means to get herself through school, which lands her in a complicated relationship with her professor. Damon Valentino knows any kind of sexual relationship with his twenty year old student is immoral, but he can’t help himself, not after having a taste of her. BOOK TWO IN THE VALENTINO SERIES CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE AND DOES NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE FIRST BOOK

Tyler never wanted an Alpha, especially not someone like Landon Hayes. At Ridgecrest Academy, Landon is at the top of the food chain—dominant, arrogant, and used to getting everything he wants. But Tyler isn’t like the other Omegas who fall at his feet. Defiant and independent, he’s determined to finish his year and leave without ever being claimed. Landon has other plans. The moment Tyler caught Landon’s eye, it was game over. Tyler’s quiet defiance and refusal to submit ignite something in Landon he can’t ignore. For the first time, Landon is chasing someone who doesn’t want to be caught. At Ridgecrest, the rules are simple: the strongest Alpha gets what he wants. And Landon Hayes wants Tyler. *** “You—” he starts to say, but his voice catches. I see his pupils dilate, his lips parting as he tries to push back against what’s happening. I let the red flash in my eyes, just for a second, enough to show him who’s in control here. It’s not about scaring him—it’s about reminding him of the natural order of things. The way this has always been meant to go. “Submit,” I growl. He whines. It’s quiet, barely audible, but I hear it. His body betrays him for just a second, his knees wobbling as his head lowers, shoulders hunching in instinctual submission. His eyes flick away, and I can see it—the brief moment where his will cracks. And god, it’s intoxicating. That split second of submission is all I need to know that he’s mine. He might fight it, but his body knows. His scent tells me everything I need to know. It’s only a matter of time before he breaks completely, before he’s begging for it.