Keep A Low Profile Sir Novel

"Flower, you are mine. Mine to hold. Mine to pluck. Mine to scatter. Mine to decorate. You will bloom in my garden and die there as well, if need arises." 'The Vampire's Flower - The Tragically Imperfect yet Perfectly Sweet Love Story Of A Human Assassin and A Vampire King' As a child, Eleanor was always against killing. But, something changed her narrative completely one day. The Murder Of Her Mother. The wrong done that night to her made an unfathomable killer come to birth. The killer who turned the Vampire Kingdom Of Eleneas upside down. Knife. Her way of murdering people shook others to their core as the people as well as the nobles grew terrified of this person. And, their fear led them to the gates of their Tryant Ruler. Daniel. Seeing the reaction of his subjects piqued his curiosity. As he went to search for this killer. Deep in the woods. There she was running after children with an innocent laugh on her lip. Her blonde hair like sunlight fluttering in the air with a smile burning brighter than the sun.  And, in that moment, he knew he found his queen. But, she loathed him. For every wrong and right reason. So when she was forced to marry him. Instead of wearing a white gown like an angel. She walked down the aisle covered in RED!

When nineteen-year-old Lyra Grayson moves to the remote town of Red Hollow, all she wants is a quiet place to escape her chaotic past. But peace is the last thing she finds. Lyra is sarcastic, skeptical, and allergic to bullshit—but nothing can prepare her for finding out that her new town is crawling with werewolves. Especially when the brooding, volatile Alpha, Kael Thorn, claims she's his fated mate. But there’s a catch: Lyra was born under a blood moon, a cursed omen among the wolves. Her very existence could destroy the balance between clans—or forge a new reign entirely. As Kael wrestles with his beast, and Lyra struggles with terrifying new powers that emerge each full moon, they're hunted by a rogue pack—and haunted by a dark prophecy written in blood. With enemies around every corner, secrets buried deep in the woods, and a bond that defies reason, Lyra must decide: Will she run from the monster she’s becoming—or embrace it?

Rated 18 Contains possessive, obsessive, and arrogant ML. Heavy on smút. A lot of explicit content. Please proceed with caution. EXCERPT; "Will you think me a monster if I do what you are afraid of?" He whispered, his eyes never leaving mine. "Sei un mostro(You're a monster)," I spat at Matteo. "Nothing can change that." "I've always cared for you, but you chose to betray me by running away with my child. Did you know how my reputation dropped because of that? I become a laughing stock BECAUSE of you. A man who can't keep his woman in check." His hand gripped my neck, cutting off my air supply. I gasped, pounding his chest as he smirked. "Go on, scream, darling," he taunted. "I love the sound of your screams." Gasping for breath as he released me, I saw the bulge in his pants and shook my head in disgust. "You don't care for me, Matteo. Your idea of caring is twisted, controlling, possessive, and obsessive....!" _________ Deirdre faced a heart-wrenching choice: surrender her child or endure a bitter court battle. The mere thought of another woman in her child's life, especially one of Matteo's passing fancies, was unbearable. Their journey began coerced onto a cruise, tossed astray by a raging storm, mirroring the turmoil in their hearts. Amid nature's fury, both were entangled in their tempest - a fiery passion reigniting into deep love. Yet, family disapproval marred their brief happiness, threatening to tear them apart. A lethal secret emerged, endangering both her and her child's lives. Compelled to hide this truth, Deirdre knew silence couldn't last. When Matteo discovered her secret, he presented an ultimatum: risk everything and reveal it or bear lifelong consequences in silence.

Evangeline Fiore, a powerful executive with a secret past, is compelled to marry Adrian Sinclair, a stoic architect bound by duty. Their arranged union, orchestrated by their grandfathers, is himself devoid of affection. Adrian warns Evie not to expect love, but as they share their first home, he finds captivated by her hidden talents and fierce spirit. Evie, due to the coldness of Adrain, went to a pub and drank herself to stupor. She had a passionate one night stand with a stranger, which led to pregnancy. Adrian's charming friend, Nate, sets his sights on Evie, creating a playful yet tense love triangle. When the truth about Evie's wealth is revealed, will the foundation of their marriage crumble? Can duty blossom into love, or will hidden desires lead them down separate paths? Will the baby identity be known ? Or forever be Adrain’s

Kenneth's original intention is to take away Candy to save the marriage of Gabriel and Karen but during Candy's stay in his house, he eventually became attracted and fell in love to the beauty of Candy. Candy who has been hated Kenneth from the very first time that they met tried to hide her unwanted feeling for him. Fortunately, between hate and love relationship the two become one in union of marriage. However, Candy found out that Kenneth was just using her to finally inherit the company and he was planning to divorce her after two years when his ex-girlfriend, Camille Ramirez, came back from her career jouney. Another misfortune happened to Candy when one night after they returned from their honeymoon, she was rape right inside their matrimonial bedroom but the worst thing is, she didn't know who is the man in the dark. After all this misery and heartache could their true heart desire prevails?

คนนึงก็ร้าย อีกคนก็ไม่ยอมใคร มันจะเป็นความรักได้จริง ๆ หรอ? หรือสุดท้ายมันก็แค่ความสัมพันธ์ที่บิดเบี้ยว?

Death doesn’t scare me, Firefly. Even if I must swallow poison, I shall claim you as mine,” Keir whispered in her ears, holding Eliza’s wrist firmly. While trying to push him away, Eliza growled, pointing her dagger at him, “Any last wish then?” “Yes, fall in love with me.” Pulling her closer to his chest and looking into her eyes, he leaned closer to her face, “Damn! You are gonna kill me just with your glare, Firefly.” Eliza's face turned pale, hearing the clattering of footsteps, “Just leave before my brother finds you!” Keir brushed his thumb on her delicate lips as he whispered in a husky tone, “I will be back for you. Don't forget that you belong to me.” _____ Eliza, a werewolf princess, committed the sin of falling in love with her greatest enemy, Keir, the Lycan Prince. She faced the consequences too. Her family was murdered brutally while she escaped somehow. She pledged her hatred towards Keir for eternity. The destiny had another plan for them. Eliza found herself pregnant with Keir’s child. As a single mother with no money and power, it was extremely difficult to take care of everything when she collided with Keir once again. Surprisingly, Keir didn’t even remember her existence yet his soul recognised her scent. The intoxicating scent of desire and passion! The scent that tempted him 5 years ago to break all the rules and taboos to be with that divinely enchanting maiden. The closer he went to her, the more obsessed he became to claim her. That passionate flame was reignited when Keir found Eliza on his bed 5 years later, once again, asking for his love and passion. While Keir was ready to claim her again, Eliza was determined this time not to repeat her mistake…

« Touche-la, et je t’enterrerai près de son père », grogna Luka. « Tu ne peux pas continuer à me sauver », murmura-t-elle, tremblante mais déterminée. « Tu es censé me laisser partir. » « Non, kroshka. Je ne lâche pas ce qui m’appartient. » ********** Il lui est interdit. Elle est intouchable. Elle n'aurait pas dû revenir à Moscou. Pas après ce qui s'est passé. Pas après le meurtre de son père, ni après tous les mensonges qui ont suivi. Mais lorsque son frère l'appelle, Mai retourne dans la ville qu'elle avait juré d'oublier, et se retrouve plongée dans l'univers sombre de Luka Volkov. Le bras droit de son frère. Son homme de main. Celui qui l'appelait autrefois « petit oiseau » et lui avait promis de la protéger… même de lui-même. Mais elle n'est plus une enfant. Et son regard n'a rien de fraternel. Chaque fois qu'il la regarde, ses défenses s'effondrent. Dans un monde de sang et de cuir, de motards où l'amour est un péché dangereux, et où la frontière entre protection et possession est ténue, que se passera-t-il lorsqu'elle découvrira qu'il a orchestré la mort de son père, alors qu'elle porte déjà son enfant ?

Introvert. The most common word that best describes Marigold. She loves being alone and she has her own world through her headphone. But what if she meet an extrovert? Completely opposite to what she is? What will be the role of an extrovert to her life?

With his hair as white as snow, blue eyes carrying weight as deep as the ocean and porcelain skin that looks almost translucent under the sun, Gavin has become his pack's subject of ridicule and abuse. At first it was just because of his appearance, and then he presented as an omega, the lowest of ranks, and it just only became worse. On top of that, he’s the only one who couldn’t even shift, a disgrace of a shifter who cannot even embrace their wolf. Living his whole life like this, he has come to accept it, and acknowledged that maybe this is really just his fate.A news of a pack visiting to look for their pack alpha’s son’s mate spreads like wild fire and soon after, everyone in his pack prepared of it. Everyone waited with bated breaths only for them to be beyond disappointed when the alpha’s eyes landed on Gavin, eyes glinting gold. With both packs unhappy with the turn of events, how would Gavin’s life turn out now? If only they knew who he really is, if only he knew, would he have allowed them to look down on him like this?In between disapproving looks and attempts to get rid of him, Gavin finds love whom he had ever only heard of before, the kind of love that people wrote and sang about, cried for, and died for.“Has anyone ever told you that you resemble snow? Your voice reminds me of it, gentle, almost crooning, but still cold. Even your scent, cinnamon and a bit like molasses. You greatly remind me of winter.”“Really? That’s lovely to hear. I love winter.”He smiles.“So do I.”