King Vons Grave

Her dream was always marrying a prince but she never imagined she would be sold to a Monster, a cold hearted Killer. When he bought her she cried for the freedom she had lost forever but later, every other tear she had shed was for her soul because she was falling for the devil himself. Will he see the light or will his darkness consume her?

"I said come here..." There was an in the voice, I was unable to deny it. The dominance and the power were making my . I gulped looking into those thunderous eyes. I can feel a shiver run down my spine, as I took a step forward. The drops of sweat formed on my forehead trickled down from the side of my face. "Are you nervous?" The voice echoed in my heart. And I was unable to tell that, I am not nervous! I am terrified as . It is not right... I can not be here. The dreams that I have seen didn't include this trauma. I can not do it. I have to run from here far, far away... Where I can get the time to get out of these dreams turning into nightmares? My senses were giving in, I took another step and as I was getting closer, my heartbeat was getting fast and fast. I hate it. "I never thought, I will find anything like this... I have expected her to be cheating on me, I have expected her to be with another man... But this, no this can't be true..." "He thought, he will abandon me, he left me... Yes, he did but once I will get a hold of his life. I will never let him go... Not this time. I will go to any extent to get him back." "I never thought, that I will be unable to shake off that creepy feeling ever in my life. But once my eyes got caught with those mesmerising ones, I forget every fear!!! And there was only one feeling left... It was desire, pure desire."

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! Celeste Barlowe had lived in the dark for a decade since her father died in a car accident. Her father treated her like a princess while he was alive, but once he died, she was treated like a rug. Not until she met Elias Turner, the man everyone fears for his uncommon green eyes and what he's capable of. She doesn’t realize, however, that the man has many secrets besides his frightening emerald eyes. He's a monster. But that doesn't take away from the fact that he was the one who saved her. Celeste lives with Elias and has no idea she'd fall in love with him until she discovers his greatest secret, which has something to do with her.

Luciano Salvatore 'The Bullet' was born, raised, and comes from a long family line of serial killers. But he wants nothing to do with that legacy. The block that has made it impossible for him to run away from all of it is his uncle, Don Mauro. The most powerful drug lord and a serial killer who had snapped a long time ago. Don Mauro promised to kill Luciano's remaining family to keep him in check. On his mother's death anniversary, Luciano tried to go against Don Mauro to make his mother proud by doing the right thing and trying to save a woman named Keirah from becoming his uncle's victim in his sex trade. Unfortunately for him, he fell in love with her at first sight. He finds out later that Don Mauro was not after Keirah for the sex trade, but Keirah is a biomedical engineer his uncle has been searching for. A person Don Mauro will do anything to possess. Succumbing to his heart's desire, even after Luciano finds out about this information. He tries to protect her in the only way he knows how. By kidnapping her and running away with her and his family out of the Mafia world. Setting them both on an expected path toward a love-and-hate relationship while discovering the hidden supernatural fate set upon them. What chances does Luciano have for survival and redemption while caught up in his unfamiliar feelings for Keirah?

Sera I escaped a life plagued with death and destruction years ago. But it's come back to haunt me. Killian Ricci is no ordinary crime boss. He's the grim reaper. I belong to him. I don't know why he's keeping me locked up. All I know is he holds my life in his hands. And in the mafia world, his hands are bloody. They don't call him the Hand of Death for no reason. If I want to survive I have one option. Submit. Killian Mano Della Morte. That's what they call me. The Hand of Death.

His eyes returned to me—slow, assessing. Then, without warning, his hands shot up and clamped around my throat. I gasped, instinctively clawing at his arms. He didn’t move. “Disobey me again,” he said, voice low, stripped of warmth, “and we won’t be counting next time.” Even shaking, I lifted my chin. “Then don’t mistake silence for obedience,” I said hoarsely. Carlino’s voice followed—calm, absolute, as if nothing had happened. “Lock her floor tonight.” That was when it settled. There was no mercy here. No exaggeration. Every word, every threat—he meant them. He wasn’t pretending to be the devil. He simply didn’t bother hiding it. --- She hates him. He refuses to let himself want her. Lina Gray never thought love would betray her. Until the man she trusted, traded her life to pay his debts. Delivered into the hands of Carlino Lacentra, the Mafia king whose name ends conversations. Lina is stripped of choice and crowned Donna to secure a throne she never asked for. In his world, power is law, loyalty is currency, and a woman beside the king is never just a woman.

Hunter King, the king of the underworld, has been designed to drive any beyond seven sensations of pleasure. His body is carved to perfection. His biceps clench and flex, and his abs tighten with his every movement. He is powerful and elegant. He is drawn to danger and a determination to conquer. Raven is determined and ready to play at any 's level. She is King's rival which makes her forbidden. As the heir to the Sloane Family, she stands on the opposite of Hunter King. on a very chance encounter, Hunter's path crosses that of Raven. Immediately there are drawn, yet they do not know who the either is to each other. Hunter sets on a ruthless path to Raven his own, but he is yet to discover who she really is. Can this beauty fall for Hunter's advances? Will they be able to see past their differences and unite as ?

Her whole life she had been called beautiful. Glances and envious eyes were always cast her way. But never had Bathsheba expected to catch the eye of her King. And never in her wildest imaginings did she anticipate the tragedy it would wreak.

Autumn Bennett, a 23-year-old omega and a farmer’s daughter, lived a peaceful life with her parents and younger sister, Hanna. Her family worked tirelessly in agriculture, ensuring she received a good education, and she majored in Agricultural Soil Science. Her future seemed secure, with her marriage arranged to William, her father’s friend’s son. She was content—until tragedy struck. Their omega village was mercilessly attacked by the Alpha, who looted everything and killed her parents. Forced to flee, Autumn and Hanna survived in the forest for days, only to be captured by the Lycan King’s army along with other girls and taken to the kingdom as slaves. Zane Valerian Blackhowl, the 25-year-old Lycan King, is a ruthless and feared ruler who demands absolute respect. Scarred by his mother’s abandonment when he was just a baby, he despises women, seeing them as nothing more than tools for satisfaction. When brought before the king, Autumn refuses to accept a life of slavery. Instead, she boldly bargains for her and her sister’s protection, offering her knowledge and skills in exchange. Intrigued by her defiance, Zane grants her a chance—but in his world, trust is dangerous, and weakness is unforgivable. Will Autumn prove her worth and survive in the Lycan kingdom, or will she fall prey to the beast who refuses to love?

"Do you really think someone like you is worthy of love?" he whispered in Eleanor's ear, making her body shudder in fear. "I... I don't know," she stuttered, her voice trembling, eyes fixed on the ground to avoid his piercing gaze. "I would never love a weak wolf like you, an aberration," he spat with disdain, his words filled with anger. "You shame our kind, Eleanor!" She slowly lifted her eyes to meet his intense gaze. "Do you hate me for this?" she asked, her voice faltering. "Hate?" He tilted his head, a cruel smile forming on his lower lip. "Hate is too soft a word. I feel repulsion towards you, disgust at being tied to such an insignificant being." Eleanor fought back tears as she heard his next words. "I, Asher Bennett, future Alpha of the Bloody Moon Pack, reject Eleanor Parker as my mate!" he growled angrily, turning away with contempt. "Never dare to say you're my mate again, You have a choice, Eleanor. You can bow down and accept your miserable fate... or you can fight, like the fool you are, thinking you have any chance." "A miserable fate for a wretched girl, what more could Eleanor Parker expect? After being brutally rejected by her mate and betrayed by her stepsister, sold like an animal by those who wished her dead, she rises from the ashes beside the great and supreme Alpha King Lynca, the cruelest of all werewolves capable of killing anyone who dares to disobey him. "I thought I signed my death sentence with the bloodthirsty Alpha King, responsible for hundreds of deaths. Yet, he became my rebirth, making me feel alive. Love drew me toward the abyss between us, where I could easily lose myself." Eleanor sighed, meeting his mesmerizing arctic blue eyes.