Lee Pace Thranduil Novels & Stories

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.

I smelled it the instant I sat on my bed. My heart picked up its pace, and slowly, I got on my feet, careful not to make a sound. But suddenly, he was there, idling by the mirror, his golden eyes dangerously darker behind those glasses. I tried to speak, but only an inaudible sound came out. “Whose perfume do you have on you, Isabella?” His deep-set tone covers every inch of my room. I should be terrified. I was. Yet my big mouth got the better of me. “It’s none of your business.” “You kissed him,” he said, leaning away from the mirror. “And you are engaged,” I retorted, raising my hands exasperatedly. “I guess this night is just full of surprises.” In the blink of an eye, before I got my last word out, he was right in front of me, one hand on my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could taste the warmth of his breath on my tongue, and unconsciously, my eyes fluttered closed. My father abandoned me seven years ago. So, when my mother ships me off to spend my senior year with him in Westside Eden, I expect the worst. I don’t expect wolves. Or the nerdy man with golden eyes who looks at me like he wants to kiss me… and kill me. I don’t expect his younger brother to fall for me. Aiden is everything I should stay away from – rude, cold, untouchable, every girl’s dream, engaged. But every time danger finds me, he’s already there, watching… Lying to me. And then, I discover the truth. The reason Aiden has been watching, the reason my father walked out on us all those years ago. And the reason my new best friend wants me dead.

WARNING : This book contains hot,slutty, dirty, wild sex.🔞 “Spread your legs as wide as you can, flower and let me inside you.” I sucked in a breath as he grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head. “Yes, Daddy.” “Good girl,” he whispered against my ear, his teeth grazing my skin before he slipped his thumb between my parted lips. “Suck.”His voice was a dark purr against my ear as his teeth sunk into the curve of my neck before he slid his thumb into my mouth. I closed my mouth around his finger, my tongue tracing him as he slammed hard into my pussy , his rough pace forcing a cry from me. My back arched helplessly and my body trembled under his control, until I was panting hard. His mouth claimed mine in a deep kiss as he whispered, “Mine. Every part of you is mine.” ** ** ** ** ** Eliana Ashcroft’s world shattered in a single night—her dreams and her whole life ripped away by betrayal. Now she’s broke, desperate, and clawing her way back. A job at Blackwell Enterprises is supposed to be her salvation until she walks into the office and meets the man behind the empire—Theodore Blackwell. Her best friend’s father. A walking sex god. Only this time, the way he looks at her is sinful and possessive. Soon the lines of professionalism blur into obsession. By day, Theodore is her ruthless billionaire boss. By night, he’s the man who ruins her body for any other man so hard she is dripping with his cum. When the truth comes out—when her best friend discovers what’s been happening behind those locked doors—Theodore will have to choose between the empire he built and the forbidden woman he can’t live without.

He slid a paper across the table, his eyes cold. " Sign it." She blinked, confused. "Why?" "It’s our marriage certificate." He spoke as if discussing the weather. "I’ve already signed it. Your turn." Siya froze. **Marriage?** To a man like him? Her? A whore. Pregnant. She looked up at him, pleading. "I-I can be your maid. Do anything. Just… don’t hurt my baby." Her voice trembled, careful, trying to bargain with the devil himself. But Abhimanyu’s gaze was relentless, unmoved. His tone cut like ice. "I want you to sign it right now." Her heart hammered in her chest. "But… how… why me?" She stuttered, breaking. "I don’t want to marry you." She stood, defiance shaking her body. The word **marriage** tasted like ash, reminding her of someone she loathed beyond reason. Abhimanyu leaned in, his smile devoid of warmth. "You **will** marry me. Or…" The room fell silent, thick with the unspoken threat. **The world knows** what he is capable of. "Plea.se," she whispered. Her voice was barely a breath. Siya’s legs screamed to run. But there was nowhere to go. His voice low, lethal. "Listen to me, TweetyBird. If I can save you, I can ruin you too.' His eyes darkened. "Sign it. And you’ll be mine." "Why me?" Her voice broke. ************ Siya laid on the bed on her fours, her hands tied together with a handcuff as Abhimanyu thrusted slowly from her back. He changed their position making her completely under his mercy. As the sun rose in the sky, he uncuffed her. "Scream my name!" He groaned going faster than before. But his pace didn’t slacken at all. He had turned into a needy beast, who was ruining every ounce of sanity left in Siya. *********** ***********

The end of the world had never been so romantic—for Alisa Vega, at least. In an alternate universe where Earth survives the first apocalypse, humans live side by side with other species in a society where impossible things become possible. And yet, with all that magic and technology, love remains to be the most mysterious and unpredictable thing of all. Alisa Vega is a popular celebrity well-known for her beauty and charisma. Growing up in a loving and privileged environment, she had never wanted for anything in her life—until she meets Jester Lee, the rising star of the Adventurer community. Jester saves her life and steals her heart in the process. She confesses her love, but Jester is having none of it. Apparently, he's too busy saving all three worlds from a second apocalypse to entertain any thoughts on romance. But Alisa is convinced that he is THE ONE for her—and she is not taking no for an answer. Join Alisa and Jester as their stories unfold side by side: from gala appearances, photoshoots, and dodging the paparazzi, to navigating through a mess of man-eating monsters, secret identities, and uncovering conspiracies, all in the name of true love. *Author's Note: Some parts of the story may include scenes of violence and gore, dark (morbid) humor and possible emotional trauma (for the characters). Although the author encourages freedom in reading, this warning is in place for those who may find such topics disturbing. Reading should be fun for everyone, after all. Thank you! ^_^

Walking through the hall, my wedding dress on when I heard them, my own mate with another. He was to mark me on our wedding night but instead I kicked the door open, my wolf pressing to the surface as she growled out in anger as he pushed the Omega to floor of the room. "I reject you Beta! I, Dahlia Selene Knight, reject you Beta Christopher Lee Parker because you are an absolute piece of shit!" I felt the tether snap, he went to reach for me but I swung my dress around, turning and running down the hall then out the doors and into the woods. Tears streaming down my face as I ran when I run smack into a wall. Wait, he isn't a wall. Before I fall back onto the ground strong hands wrap around my waist, stopping me instantly, looking up to see the most beautiful honey colored eyes I'd ever seen before. Alpha Damien Allister Diaz, the Alpha to our rival pack, known to be the most ruthless of Alphas, he lost his mate 5 years ago when she was delivering their baby. They both passed and he became a monster to all the bedtime stories told to young wolves. "What have we here? And all dressed up to get married I see. You wouldn't be Beta Parkers betrothed now would you?"

Opening my eyes in an unfamiliar place with unknown faces surrounding me, everything started there. I have to start from the beginning again, because I am no longer Ayla Navarez and the world I am currently in, was completely different from the world of my past life. Rumi Penelope Lee. The cannon fodder of this world inside the novel I read as Ayla, in the past. The character who only have her beautiful face as the only ' plus ' point in the novel, and the one who died instead of the female lead of the said novel. She fell inlove with the male lead and created troubles on the way. Because she started loving the male lead, her pitiful life led to met her end. Death. Because she's stupid. Literally, stupid. A fool in everything. Love, studies, and all. The only thing she knew of, was to eat and sleep, then love the male lead while creating troubles the next day. Even if she's rich and beautiful, her halo as a cannon fodder won't be able to win against the halo of the heroine. That's why I've decided. Let's ruin the plot. Because who cares about following it, when I, Ayla Navarez, who became Rumi Penelope Lee overnight, would die in the end without even reaching the end of the story? Inside this cliché novel, let's continue living without falling inlove, shall we?

When Gwendolyn Lee Grace lands her first nursing job after graduation, she’s thrilled — until she realizes her new position is a live-in caretaker for the reclusive patriarch of the wealthy Bearanstein family. Their sprawling mountain estate is as mysterious as its owners… and none more so than Arthur Bearanstein III — the brooding, impossibly gorgeous heir everyone calls Baby Bear. Arthur’s life is already ruled by duty. As the only son, he’s next in line to inherit the Alpha position from his ailing father. But there’s a catch: the ancient power of the Alpha can only pass to one who’s bonded with his fated mate. And Arthur’s mate is nowhere to be found. Until Gwendolyn walks through the door. From the moment they meet, sparks fly hotter than a forge fire. She’s everything he can’t have — human, off-limits, and dangerously tempting. Yet beneath her golden curls and soft smile lies a strength Arthur can’t ignore… and a secret even she doesn’t know. When Gwen discovers that the Bearansteins’ wealth hides something wild, ancient, and fur-covered, she must decide whether to run from the beast within Arthur — or embrace the destiny that’s been calling her all along. In a world where love can awaken the beast, sometimes “just right” means fated.

Freya King, the CEO of a luxury jewelry brand, had it all: beauty, brains, and a commanding elegance that left powerful men captivated. But at thirty-one, she was still single, and her father had run out of patience. In a bold and borderline outrageous move, he made a game-changing business decision behind her back, one that involved a certain family friend and fellow empire heir… Kenneth Lee Wright. Kenneth, thirty-five, the handsome but stone-faced tech CEO known for being emotionally unreadable, had his own problem: a long-standing rumor that he didn’t “swing the right way”—a rumor he had never denied, simply because it kept overenthusiastic suitors at bay. When Freya flew across the globe to demand answers, Kenneth calmly offered a deal: “Let’s help each other. You get what you want. I find a wife. Problem solved.” Easier said than done. What began as a pragmatic search for their ideal match turned into a hilarious series of terrible dates, jealous moments, and awkward late-night heart-to-hearts. As sparks started to fly, Freya found herself wondering... What if the perfect person wasn’t on her list… but standing right in front of her? *** This is Book 3 of Love and Legacy in the House of Kings. For the best reading experience, it’s recommended to read Book 2 first. Book 1: Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire Book 2: The Bad Boy Next Room

“Don’t tell me you’re starting to get scared again,” he whispered before returning his lips to my sensitive nipples. His hand slid lower, shifting my panties aside, the fabric brushing against my skin. “Someone might walk in,” I managed to say, though my voice was barely audible. “Forget everyone and focus on us,” he murmured. His fingers began to tease me, running over my clit with a deliberate slowness that made my breath hitch. “I love how you’re always so wet for me,” he said, his tone filled with raw desire. As his pace quickened, his words urged me on. “Don’t hold back your moans. I want to hear all of it.” The knowledge that his office was soundproof was the only reassurance I had, but even then, I couldn’t trust my own voice. My body arched in response as he trailed kisses along my neck, his fingers moving with an intoxicating rhythm. “I love how your body reacts to my touch,” he murmured against my skin. “I could fuck you all day.” “Yes,” I moaned, unable to stop myself. “Yes, what?” he teased, his fingers moving even faster, pushing me closer to the edge. “Don’t stop, Alex,” I gasped. ********************************************************** Six years ago, Alex broke me, leaving me humiliated, pregnant, and abandoned. He chose Camila, his flawless childhood friend, while I was left to pick up the shattered pieces of my life. But I survived, and for my son, I built a life I’m proud of. Now, Alex is after me, but stunned by the woman I’ve become, and the son who bears his resemblance. When he asked about his father, my son’s innocent reply said it all: "Mommy said he's dead." I couldn’t have said it better myself.