Laid Low

"This is all wrong, Emma; you and I do not fit in the same world. Fate has played a cruel joke on you by tying you to me. There is no place for an angel in my hell," Luca Alessandro. "The universe did not prepare me for this, but my heart is stronger than you think Luca; we will rule this hell together, side by side as equals", Emma Wyatt. ____________ Emma Wyatt was a simple Omega wolf from a low family in her pack. She had four brothers, a sick mother and a father with a gambling problem. Her life wasn't pleasant, especially when everyone was above her. Her dream world was her escape. In that world, she met a man, perfect in every way. She spent time with him giving her joy and sanity the real world couldn't afford her. She kept a journal of these dreams as it was her escape from reality. Soon her reality becomes hell, and she finds the man in her dreams in this hell. Little did she know he ruled it.

In the dark of night, they come to life. Whispers through haunted tombs. Cackles beneath a dreaded moon. Malevolent spirits from the twisted mind. Be mindful of whose door you knock on. A reaper may greet you. For those that care of Halloween scare, abandon intent and take the dare.

After a very public break-up between the university's 'it' couple, all eyes are on the heartbroken Quarterback, Caleb Briggs. His life had been laid out in front of him for as long as he can remember. After one drunken night with a dream girl, he wakes up alone and is determined to find her. Little does he know, she doesn't want to be found. The last thing that Violet wants is to draw in extra attention. It's bad enough that she's the football coach's daughter, but to be dragged down in the gossip mill as The Rebound? Not on her life. When she breaks her father's one rule to keep away from his team and sleeps with the school's quarterback, she is prepared for the consequences. That doesn't mean that she isn't planning on running from them for as long as possible.

A story about a ruthless rogue and his human slave. "Y-You said I am j-just a slave." She finally let out staring at him through her teary gaze. But the ruthless beast infront of her just smirked at her. "Yes you are. My Slave. And you will do as I say." She shook her head taking a step back making him glare at her. "So you wouldn't listen huh." She gulped clutching her clothes. "Obey your master Slave!" She flinched hearing a low growl from him. When she didn't make a move he slapped the sofa's arms standing up from it glaring at her. "Don't make me repeat Slave! I SAID STRIP!"

A marriage bound by a contract, and she obliged to accept it. He was her boss, and she was his secretary. She gave him everything he wanted, but her love was neglected, but when she decided to leave, he offered her a contract marriage to make her stay. But, someone occupied his heart, and he couldn’t offer anything to her except his talent on the bed. After their marriage, she endured the pain, but scheme after scheme destroyed her tolerance. Finally, she was ready to leave him, but suddenly he refused to let her go. Charles seemed to feel her sorrow, hugged her suddenly, and whispered, “Sarah, you can trust me. I won’t ever be with her. You are different from all those other women. I really want to be with you. If I didn’t, then I wouldn’t have cut off relationships with all other women. Don’t you believe me now?” Sarah sobbed gently, “If you have accepted that it’s over with her, why do you still keep her photo in your wallet? Why do you still miss her? Don’t you see how it’s hurting me?” Charles stared at her, “She’s just another woman from my past!” The atmosphere between them became suffocating, and Charles said in a low voice, “Sarah, have I told you that you could leave? Remember, I’m your boss. You are my secretary and my wife!” Angrily, Charles shouted again, “Sarah, I’m your man!” “Uh? My man?” Sarah laughed and stared at him. Tears began to slip down her cheeks, “Are you, my man? Mr. President, I am just a mere possession of yours and never become your wife! Set me free, I’m begging you!”

Slave. A word I've been hearing for the past 10 years that I have completely forgot what my real name was. My money driven parents sold me to the Alpha of the New moon pack when I was only 10 in return for a large sum of money. I was nothing but a worthless human who never had her first shift and I was kicked to the lowest of the low, beaten, worked to death and cursed all day. Losing all hope in life, something still made me want to hang on a little while longer. I can feel my chest warm up with fire and I pray to God that I'm not being delirious.

On Christmas Day, eight months pregnant, I struggled through the kitchen,cooking for my husband and his secretary. When I finally sat down, hoping to taste a piece of turkey I didn’t even get during Thanksgiving, my husband shoved me aside like I was nothing. He slid the turkey in front of his secretary instead. “Alison,you’re already so fat. Stop eating. Let Daisy have it—she deserves to enjoy your cooking.” Daisy，chewing on the turkey I had painstakingly prepared, had the audacity to mock me under the guise of playing truth or dare with my child. “So, what do you think your mom looks like?” “Mommy looks like a fat pig on a farm!” “Her stretch marks? They’re like disgusting worms crawling all over her. Even Santa would run for his life!” Their laughter erupted like daggers piercing me from all sides. Humiliation and rage burned through me as my dignity was stripped bare. I demanded an apology from that vile woman, but my husband—my husband!—turned his cold, cruel face toward me and said, “Get out of here.” Pregnant, exhausted, and humiliated, I stood there in shock. Then I snapped. I grabbed the Christmas cake and turkey and threw them in the trash. I walked out without looking back. This wretched family doesn’t deserve a second of my effort or a single ounce of my love!

"Don't KILL me! I'm pregnant! I'm carrying your baby!" I cried, begging my husband, Alpha Daniel, in the hope of evoking his mercy. A year ago, I, Cynthia, rejected my true mate, the Lycan King, and chose to marry my true love, the rogue Daniel, not thinking I would end up in such a miserable situation. "Kill her NOW! " growled Jenny, my adopted Omega sister. What happened next looks pretty absurd, but it's true. Daniel killed me, but I was reborn and turned back to a year ago when I was not yet married to Daniel. The Moon Goddess gave me a chance to start over to change the miserable fate of my previous life. At this time, Jenny was still a well-disguised bitch. "Fxck off! Get away from me!"I slapped Jenny in disgust. In this life, I'll kick all the bastards out of my pack! I will marry the Lycan king and become the most dazzling Queen. But what if the king wants to reject me as revenge? ----- "If I become your husband, I won't be satisfied with just one kiss. " The Lycan King said in a low voice. "I see. "I unbuttoned my chest as The Lycan King watched. My white breasts gradually revealed. They were full and rounded, of the purest color and sexiest allure. I blocked my two rosebud-like nipples with my arm. "Put your arm down. " The Lycan King ordered. I hesitated, then covered his hand on my breast. The Lycan King's hand subconsciously closed, and I couldn't help but groan. "Please enjoy my body, your majesty. " ***** New book -- 9 Mates!Possess Their Mute Slave

SEQUEL TO TWO ALPHAS AND A LIE... His eyes sent shivers rushing through me as I tried to process what was going on. "Did you just say..." I stammered as my heart began to pound painfully in my chest. "To forget that I found you?" How could he stand there and say that with such a straight face? Wasn't he feeling the same way that I did? That all consuming want to be near and the flutter of butterflies just from our being near? "I have no intentions on ever accepting a mate." He said slowly, his eyes growing darker. "Especially a lycan one." His words felt like knives piercing into my heart. He was rejecting me. He was really standing here rejecting me and not even giving me a chance. "Why?" I asked slumping to the ground. "Because mates and love are fucking ridiculous." He hissed. I couldn't move, couldn't breath as he turned and began to move. He was leaving and I didn't have the strength to call for him or chase after him. I watched from my place on the ground as he continued to move further and further away. My mind was reeling and my breathing was becoming difficult. How was it even possible that I had managed to find my mate after all the chaos and the person that was destined for me was the one that I absolutely couldn’t touch? Feeling tears beginning to prick at my eyes, I laid down against the cold dirt. Never in my life did I think I would cry due to emotion, but fuck I was in pain.

This is the story of a young teen called Thomas. He is a junior in high school. Every full moon some powerfully ascient warrior will come to him and force him to follow them into their world. He makes severe destructions while trying to run away from them. Nobody believes him, some people say he is mentally ill. A night arrives which happens to be a Halloween party night. The night was a full moon night, he followed those ascient warrior into their world and everything changed to him