Kara Danvers Clothes Novels & Stories

"Quiet, girl!" I growled. Her body stiffened. I fumbled her breast with so much anger. "See, boys?" I said, with a low growl, "She is so soft." I laughed, cold and harsh. Lucian and Jamil roared with me. Her eyes squeezed shut, a blush creeping up her neck. This was better. Broken. "This is how you should behave," I muttered to myself with raw satisfaction. My hand moved lower, smacking her butt hard. Crack! Lina whimpered. It was a small, painful sound. Her pain was mine. I dragged her towards me. Her bare skin brushed my clothes, like a jolt. My hands moved over her curves, asserting my ownership. Her skin was soft, silk. She shivered with fear and something else. It excited me. I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. Her heart pounded, like a frantic drumbeat. Just as I moved to take her, a whisper crept out of her mouth "Please, Sire, I haven't done this before." Her voice shook. It surprised me. I pulled my hand back, feigning surprise.

I had been diagnosed with a structural abnormality. The doctor had told me my condition was extremely rare, the kind that had no cure. It was not exactly dangerous. I was just… different from other men in that regard. More intense. Far beyond normal. It had been a constant problem. Every time I brought a woman home, things fell apart the moment clothes started coming off. One look at me, and they panicked and ran like they had seen something they could not handle. My good buddy Gavin Cobb knew how long I had been going without, and he finally decided to help. He told me about a cycling club and suggested I check it out. At first, I did not take it seriously. Riding bikes? What was supposed to be exciting about that? Then he said, "You're underestimating it. The club was full of women. You'd ride up into the mountains at night, and once it was dark, no one could see anything. That was your opportunity. Make them feel good, and they wouldn't push you away. After that, your life would be easy." The idea got to me immediately. I did not think twice. I agreed on the spot.

To get a divorce from Dante Conti, I volunteered to walk away with nothing—even our three-year-old son. Seeing that I had deliberately changed back into the old clothes I wore before marriage, Dante froze for a moment, then sneered, "So? You don't even want Nico, the heir you fought so hard to give birth to?" "Careful. Play your part too long, and you won't be able to recover the scene," he warned. I pushed the signed agreement toward him. "Don't worry. This isn't acting." Dante shot me a puzzled look before signing his name. "So obedient? Fine. I'll be magnanimous and let you see Nico from time to time." He set down the pen, his gaze appraising me. "And if you regret it… come to me now, and maybe—just maybe—we could remarry—" I cut him off, standing and walking away without a word. He had thought I married him for the Mafia's power, that's why I had given him an heir to inherit his family. But once he knows I'm dead, there will be no more misunderstandings.

At graduation, I invited my classmates to attend my engagement party, but what I didn’t expect was the total meltdown one of my classmates had when she saw my engagement photos. She strutted over, full of herself, and demanded that I take off my dress so she could use it to polish her shoes. I blinked in confusion, thinking she must have lost her mind. I laughed and suggested she head over to the campus clinic to get checked out. Instead, she exploded, pointing a finger right in my face as she started yelling. “You leech! How dare you wear something so expensive?” she screamed. “You’ve been spending all of my boyfriend’s money on your filthy clothes! Have you no shame? Get down on your knees and apologize, or I guarantee you'll regret it. Who knows where you'll end up tomorrow? Maybe in the hands of some trafficker?” I couldn’t help but laugh. Who would’ve thought that my fiancé, whose tuition fees I paid for, had the nerve to keep a secret mistress behind my back?

I had given up the Luna position six times for Silas Blackthorn. The first time, I shattered every moonstone lamp in the master bedroom and threw his clothes into the rain. The second time, I cried until my wolf went hoarse, asking him why I had to be the one who stepped aside. The third time, I begged him to leave at least one suitcase behind, because I was terrified he would never come back. By the fifth time, I had learned to fold his coats, pack his luggage, and stay silent so he would not get angry. Every time, he kissed my forehead and promised, “Seven days. Then everything goes back to normal.” And every time, I believed him. Until the sixth time. This time, when Silas handed me the document and asked me to step aside again, I signed without crying. He thought it was another temporary Luna authorization form. He did not know it was the mate bond release agreement. Seven days later, while he waited for me to return to the main house and reclaim my title, the bond between us broke. And by then, I had already left Blackthorn territory for good.

"Just join me for a drink perhaps?" Her bushy brows rose suggestively at me. She knew my answer, she knew what I'd say. I grabbed the bottle off her scrawny hands and said "You know, for a one time thing, this has become a regular." To be honest, I was actually looking forward to meeting up with her. Not that I was going to admit it to her face. "Like therapy sessions from two dumb, ill-favored kids. Who are trying to give each other easing words." She was right. Though her stumbled movements indicated a slight intoxication. Suddenly, out of the awkward moment, she looked up at me with a sad smile and said. "I might be a street girl but is it too bad to wish for a normal life? Go to proms? Have new clothes? Shelter? Love? Do I not deserve?" Her teary eyes searched deep into my soul. I was unaware of the lack of distance between us. When did we get so close with barely an inch barrier? "Flare..." that was all I could say because then all I could feel were soft lips against mine. Her lips! And it felt so nice. Subconsciously, I grabbed her little body and went for another kiss, this time, a deeper kiss.

Second Book of The Vasilia Series. First read The Demon Queen's Desire (please). Madison Coto, Vasilia, vigilante, and chosen mate of the werewolf king, Duncan Stanford, has been living with the Vasili, Anders Damon, for one month under the guise of being bound by his order. She has turned her harem into the eyes and ears of the Helvegr, the supernatural resistance. She has been working to bring him and those loyal to him to her side. Madison offered a deal to Anders. If she doesn't fall in love with him, he will release her and her harem. If she does fall in love with him, she will tell him her demon name and agree to be his mate. In the meantime, he has given in to her demands. New clothes, equal treatment, consideration for her and her harem, and locating the doctor who killed her mother. The day finally arrives when she will face the man who destroyed her family. The day she will finally finish the vengeance she vowed at fifteen on all those involved. When the Vasili takes her to the camp her mother died in, she finds so much more than the death, despair, and demented doctor she'd expected. Madison finds a piece of her heart.

The night before my wedding, I found out I was pregnant. That same night, I found out my fiancé had already chosen another woman to give him his first child. Adrian DeLuca, heir to a mafia empire and the man who once swore I was the only woman he would ever love, came home carrying her perfume on his clothes and told me, as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world, that it was only a medical arrangement. His dead friend’s widow needed an heir, and after I had failed to give him one through sixty-six rounds of IVF, he had decided this was the best solution for everyone. I said nothing. I let him go on preparing the wedding. I let him believe I would still walk down the aisle and become Mrs. DeLuca. But while he was planning our ceremony, I was planning my disappearance. On our wedding day, the estate would still open its doors. The guests would still arrive. The ceremony would still begin. But the bride Adrian DeLuca betrayed would die there. By the time he learned the truth, that I had been carrying his child all along, I would already be gone under a new name, taking his heir somewhere he could never reach.

I was the girl he threw away... and now, I’m the woman he’d burn the world down to keep." In college, I was just Aria—the shy girl with simple clothes and a heart foolishly full of love for Lander Storm. He broke that heart in front of everyone, calling me "ordinary" and "worthless." Five years later, that girl is dead. I’m cold, I’m elegant, and I’ve returned with a face he can never forget. But I didn't come back for him. My family’s survival depends on one thing: a marriage contract with the Storms. The deal was simple: marry the brother who’s stuck abroad, wait one year, and get my freedom. But when Lander saw me—really saw me—the "temporary" part of the deal vanished. He decided to take his brother's place. He decided to become the substitute groom. He thinks he can own me. He thinks a ring on my finger can erase the scars he left on my soul. He wants to turn this one-year lease into a life sentence. But Lander Storm is about to learn one thing: I am not his property. I am the ghost of the girl he destroyed, and I’m here to make him pay the price

She thought she was abandoned by her mother in a forest. There had been a war and she was left all alone, in a forest, with tattered clothes and blood stains, and of course, forgotten memories. She got picked up by a woman and there she fell in love with the woman's son, who later turned out to be her mate in the future. She is Nicole, a lost werewolf. * * * * * Mason Israel Maxson, the ever so handsome Nicole's crush doesn't want anything to do with the little lost girl his mom brought home one fateful day from the forest. He tried avoiding her for years until... her 19th birthday approached and he found out he was her mate, there and then, he rejected her even after knowing what rejecting her would cause her. He butchered her heart to pieces, not leaving a spare left for her. Nicole had just one mission, and that was to make her human mate, Mason, who she had loved so much for 15 years also fall madly in love with her after brutally rejecting to be her mate. But would she be able to succeed in making him fall madly love with her? Or would he keep on rejecting her until she gets tired and surrenders? Read to find out!