Lemonade Mouth 2 Novels & Stories

He was looking for prey She was being hunted He is the Vampire King She is an ordinary Werewolf They are MATES This is their story This is book 1 in the Royal Family series ** Warning this story may trigger some readers as it contains sexual and physical abuse, rape, some violence and mature scenes. Please read at your own discretion! Royal Family Series Book 2 - Daughter of the Vampire King Book 3 - The WereWitch and the Royal Alpha Prince Book 4 - The Royal Triplets

This is the completed 1st book. Ellie is the top female warrior of her pack and a tomboy. She also happens to be the most beautiful she-wolf with golden blonde hair and emerald green eyes. When she has more than wolf fighting to claim her as his, will she listen to her heart, the mate bond, or her head? One thing is for sure. Ellie belongs to no one. Book 2 The Rogue's Winter Revenge is also a complete book and can be found on Good Novel!

"Kiss me." The words leave her mouth in a breathless whisper surprising the two of them "I won't, because if I do I won't stop there." "Who says I want you to stop." In a world ruled by vampires, one girl holds the key to freedom. When she's sold into the vampire court, she finds herself in a dangerous new world But when she falls in love with the vampire prince, she discovers a power she never knew she had. Now, she must choose between her duty to her people, and her heart's desire. But in a world of darkness and betrayal, is there any hope for true love?

Part 1: Naomi Kharkov has already found the perfect man. Except he’s dead. So when her mate bond sparked with another, she ran. Naomi remains a warrior to her core. Falling in love has damaged her once already. When Finn vows to prove his worth, at any cost, she knows her heart is at risk again. But things have changed. Forced to work together, how long before the call of their wolves proves too strong to resist. After all, the Moon Goddess blessed them to be together. Except is the success of their bond only fueling the cruelest of Fate's long-held plans? Part 2: Phoebe Kharkov was meant to be someone important. A Fate. A living Goddess of the Shadowlands, until it was stolen away. A fact her wolf reminds her of daily. Lashing out at those who try to help hurries her leaving, for a fresh start at Rising Star's new Academy. Eager to prove everyone wrong, who will protect Phoebe from her own heart when she's finally out on her own? *** The final book in the Shadowlands trilogy (can be read standalone) Book 1: A Damaged Alpha Book 2: The Luna Who Wants Everything Book 3: Resisting the Beta

A world which nanobots can repair the human body. Landed in the hands of the most cunning and devious underworld king. Many have died attempting to steal it, but only one has survived because the ruthless leader was smitten by her beauty. The intention was to live an easy, uncomplicated life away from the violent world of black market. Carly is the muscle on the field work while Baby is the brain in the backroom in charge of hatching plans. The Belle sisters are their alias names. Both are equally lovely. They're known for being the best at locating and hacking jobs for various black market organizations. They were duped into stealing from Charles. Charles is a man who is tagged as King of the Underworld. Messing with the cruel king is the worst mistake you might ever make. He didn't rise to the throne for no reason. It was too late before they realized who they had crossed. Baby's beauty drew Charles' attention and she is now held and locked away for his pleasures. Will Carly be able to save her sister from the Underworld most influential and feared figure? Most impressive ranks #1 Advanced 05/07/2021 #2 Beg 05/07/2021 #1 Abusive 07/20/2021 #2 Dark Romance 07/25/2021 #1 Forced relationship 08/20/2021

“If you don’t stop looking at my mouth like that,” Hudson murmured, backing me against the bathroom sink, “I’m going to do something we’ll both regret.” ... ... My breath hitched. The door was locked but my heart was beating faster. Hudson stood inches from me, eyes dark, jaw tight, like he was fighting himself just as hard as I was. His hand came up, stopping just short of touching my waist, hovering there like a question. “Tell me to walk away,” he said quietly. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. That was all the permission he needed.

"Martin, you're getting married within two weeks. What are you going to do about the woman outside?" Stacy Lynd paused at those words, even as a man answered indifferently, "Just keep your mouth shut. She won't know if none of you breathe a word." Behind the door, Stacy's tears blurred her vision. Never did she expect that the man she loved for years was going to treat her like a side chick. At that point, she truly understood, and went on to burn her accounts. It was not until afterward that Stacy realized she wasn't the one who couldn't get over that doomed relationship.

She swore she’d never fuck him. Her brother’s best friend. The Madrigal heir. Arrogant, reckless, built to ruin her. Then one night he had her bent over the sheets—rough grip, filthy mouth, fucking her like she was already his. It should’ve been a mistake. Just sex. Just heat. Now there’s a billion-dollar merger on the line, a mafia family in the shadows, and Josephine can’t stop spreading her legs for the one man guaranteed to wreck her. He’s chaos. She’s ambition. Together they’re obsession, destruction, and the dirtiest mistake she’ll ever make twice.

His eyes drops to the wedding ring on my finger. Something shifts in his expression. Something sharp. Possessive. Furious. I had sex with my step son and I’m not even sorry. Well it’s wasn’t my intention to. I had no idea who he was. All I cared about that night was his hard body pressed against mine and his tongue circling the inside of my mouth and deep inside my thighs. But as I took off my veil and stare at the man in front of me, I knew I had started a spark that will soon turn into a full blown fire and consume us both.

“Desmond,” I breathed out, “don’t.” But he didn't listen to my plea. His lips found my neck, his teeth gently grazing the frantic pulse that betrayed my panic. My skin instantly lit up beneath his mouth, a complete traitor to my mind. When his hand slid lower, tugging at the drawstring of my skirt, a terrifying mix of panic and deep heat crashed together inside me. “Desmond, please. This is wrong.” “Nothing about you has ever been wrong to me,” he growled out against my throat. Clothes instantly fell away as if they had never mattered. My shirt. His shirt. My skirt. The last threads of my will to fight. He settled heavily between my thighs, a burning hot weight. I felt him hard against me, thick and urgently insistent. My breath hitched sharply when the blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance. “Tell me to stop, Ana,” he said, his voice ragged, his eyes desperately locked on mine. “Say the word, and I will immediately.” I opened my mouth to speak. No sound escaped. He pushed in, moving with agonizing slowness, stretching me open inch by painful inch. A broken, strangled sound left my throat as he filled me completely, buried deep to the hilt inside my most intimate space. My inner walls instantly clenched around him, shocked, aching, and intensely alive. He stilled his movement, letting me fully register every powerful throb of him inside me. “Fuck, Ana,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. “You feel completely like mine.” Then, he moved again.