Jax X Angel Dust

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One dared to love; one dared to trust. One dared to intervene; one dared to wait. "From now on, you're mine and I'm yours. Let's get married when we grow up, then lead our very own pack, Charlene… It's a promise!" A memory fragment from a decade ago was the only motivation for Charlene to live. She never forgot those sweet words of her childhood lover, Alpha Jaxton of the Vicious Shadow Pack. Her love for him was endless, she was willing to offer her body and soul to him. Though everything changed when Jaxton rejected her as his mate. What would happen to Charlene, now that her raison d'etre is gone? Will Jaxton be able to endure the challenges that awaits him after rejecting Charlene? Why does Alpha Jaxton consider Charlene as his kryptonite?

Book 1 It starts with a curse. Jackson King, the most ruthless Alpha King, knows exactly when he will die—cursed by a fate he can’t escape. With his time running out, his last mission is clear: he must save his bloodline before it's too late. But there’s a catch—the only one who can help him is Layla Carlisle. A debt-ridden hotel maid. A disrespectful, wolfless half-blood! Desperate to give her sister a better life, Layla agrees to become Jax’s surrogate, never imagining the dark and dangerous world she’s stepping into. His cold allies look at her with contempt, and Jax himself is a mystery. But as the days pass and the bond between them grows, Layla faces an impossible choice: fulfil her promise and give up the child she’s carrying or confront the deep scars of her own abandonment. Together, they must navigate the treacherous world of werewolf politics, curses, and a connection neither of them expected—one that could destroy them both.

There are many men in the world that you should never mess with, and, Angel Roswell is one of them. He is the head of the Italian mafia Bujambo, a mafia cult group that rules the entire underworld. He is feared and respected by the president himself, Angel is a man you should never toy with, and what he wants, he gets. Selena Lethal is the daughter of the Russian don, Damon Lethal, a man who has a lot of secrets that can bring Angel down. As a warning, he kidnaps Damon's precious daughter, Selena. A lady who is as dangerous as her last name. Two dangerous people, one mansion, and a heated hatred between them.

At the age of Twenty two, Sophia Romanov wanted nothing but a complete family. Her mother leaving them for another family at a tender age.. didn't do them any good. But just one night..changed everything. The little family she had began to bring together was torn away by her fucking Master. Her father sold her out! ~••~ 'You're a fucking liar. My father never lets anyone on this floor. No matter who you are, he doesn't let anyone on this fucking floor.' I glared at my phone. Oh how I wanted to strangle his neck and kill him. I could still hear the comment on my pajamas. His fucking deep voice that no one could actually forget. 'Well, I'm not just anyone sweetie. How would you feel if I were to tell you that...your father could give you up with just a word from me." He typed. I glared at the sentence, reading every word with pure distaste. 'Who are you? God? Lucifer? Go rear ducks or shit fucking lullabies, stronzo. You're not even a man such as L'Angelo.' I scoffed, wishing there was a way I'd record it and let him hear it. "Oh, pardon me sweetie..where are manners.' He typed again. 'They call me L'Angelo Morte.' L'Angelo! #The first book of the Fulleta series #Ivy

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She’s innocent and untouched. He’s a dominant control freak. Their worlds are totally different, but they both have one thing in common—a trauma neither wishes to revisit. She knows he’s everything her family has been running from, but he can’t get enough of her. The more she runs, the more she realizes he’s a constant in her life she can’t escape. For a man with scars running as deep as his own, Russel Mancini knows his tempting angel can either be his salvation or another heartache to ruin him—forever this time.

“My lawyer will bring the divorce papers tomorrow and you can sign it. Once it's a month, I will have it delivered to the court." Liam explained with calmness. “Fine, but you will have to act according to my rules now," I said, and Liam looked at me with eyebrows furrowed. “I have conditions I would like you to pay keen attention to it." Liam didn't pry too much, and instead, he told me to go ahead. “Okay. I would like to have my separate room." “Fine," Liam agreed without batting an eyelid. “I don't want to share meals with you or anything. I will walk the way I want and do everything I want in my way." “Accepted," Liam replied. I released my hands under my bosom and clasped them together. I bit my lips in nervousness and braced myself. I'm no longer a teenager. “I don't want us having s*x," I said, looking at the wall. A blush crept to my cheeks which made me shut my eyes tight, muttering some curses under my breath. * * * * * * * * Emily had an arranged marriage to Liam Nolan, the ruthless billionaire in Los Angeles. Although she always had a crush on him Liam never recuperated her feelings. Despite the love she has for him, Liam didn't hesitate to treat her like trash. Betrayed by her sister, Emily's life was cruelly cut short. However, she was granted a second chance and this time, Emily swore to not repeat the same mistake she made in her past life. What happens when she realizes her ruthless husband has no intention of letting her go in this lifetime? Would she find the strength to break free, or would Liam's relentless pursuit rekindle the flames of their passionate yet toxic love?

Second book in My Archangel Soulmate series ** Strong arms wrapped around my much smaller frame, comfortable warmth engulfing my tingling body, followed by the softest, sweetest touch of his lips against mine, moving in a slow, gentle kiss. My eyelids fluttered closed on their own accord, pressing myself even closer, my hand finding its way around his neck, burying my fingers in his short soft hair while the small sparks of bright light still danced in between us, mixing with each other. It felt so magical, so utterly ethereal, the way his entire being felt so close to mine, tiny pieces of himself tangling with mine, like small silvery strings those tiny pieces drawing us together, creating a supernatural bond.

“It’s our anniversary today. I planned our day together,” I declare. “I have work to do,” “But I asked your PA to clear your schedule for the day,” “That’s the thing. You made plans behind my back without talking to me about it first, Ariel,” He then walks past me and walks out of the closet. “I thought I was doing something nice for you – for us at least. You have always worked so hard, so at least take this day off with me. We never got to celebrate our wedding anniversary,” I rebuke. He decides not to say anything. He opens his bag on the couch facing our bed and takes out a white A4 envelope, tossing it on the little table in the middle of our room. “Is it so hard for you to read the room all the time? How would you celebrate a wedding anniversary when there is no love between us? Are you not tired of all this pretence because I am!" He chastises. "That’s for you. Sign it so that we can get it over and done with,” With that said, he puts on his black sunglasses and walks out of the room. Only then do I breathe out the air I didn’t even know I was holding. I’m confused and, most of all, hurt. I didn’t see this coming. I drop my eyes on the envelope with bold printed letters of the name of the law firm our lawyer works at.