Lightskin Stare Dog

“Are they ours?” I took a step back, trying to distance away from Hudson only to feel another strong pair of arms wrapping around my waist from behind. “Scared?” I shivered, feeling bolts of electric shock rushing through my whole body from his touch. It was Brixton who was now behind me, locking me in his strong embrace. “You want to escape, huh?” “I – I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I bit my lips, then my breath hitched when I saw how Hudson’s eyes flickered into red orbs. “Don’t test our patience, kitten.” He closed the distance between us before cupping my chin to make me stare up at him. My heart pounded rapidly as their intoxicating scent filled my nose. “Or do you want us to remind you again what happened that night, hmm?” ~~~ After being cruelly rejected by her mate and expelled from her pack, Leah seeks refuge in the human city, where a one-night stand with two enigmatic strangers leads to an unexpected twist—her being pregnant with triplets! Determined to escape her past, the only solution she could think of was to fly to another country. Yet, five years later, she finds herself again entangled with Hudson and Brixton, the very same twins she spent the night with and the father of her triplets. They’re the most sought-after bachelors in town – insanely rich billionaires who seems hell bent on… seducing her. Leah knew she had to guard her heart against these playboys, knowing that there was more behind their rich identities. But will she be able to resist the intoxicating pull of desire? With dangers lurking around the corner, what will happen when the twins find out she got pregnant and gave birth to their triplets?

"I didn't do anything wrong," I choked out. "You stuck your nose into my private matters," he hissed. "No one can sentence me without proof," I challenged him. He straightened up. Any traces of a smile abruptly disappeared from his face. "You still don't get it, do you? I own this city. It means that if I say you go to jail, that means you go to jail." He leaned over me again, his stare piercing right through me, "And if I say that I want you, that means you are already mine." My jaw tensed as I resisted an urge to talk back. This wasn't a battle I could win, and this wasn't a man I could win against... How did I get myself into all that mess?! *** My name is Cora Bell, and I'm about to marry Aren Lan, New York's most wanted bachelor. A dream come true? I highly doubt that. The guy is an arrogant, wealthy beyond imagination, asshole. Not to mention that our relationship is based solely on a contract, a contract I was forced to sign when I accidentally ruined this guy's engagement... I used to dream of a simple life. I wanted to graduate from university and work as a software programmer, but my fate chose a different path for me to follow. First, I had to give up on my studies to take care of dear Grandma, and now I'm forced to play the role of a manipulative jerk's loving fiancée! The problem is that my husband-to-be is insanely sexy and enjoys teasing me a bit too much. How the hell am I going to survive being close to him throughout the two years of our fake marriage?!

"Who are you?" I looked into the stranger's sharp eyes and whispered, my voice shaking. My heart skipped a beat when I saw his strong jawline and chiselled features. Though my recollections of our wild night together were vague, I felt as though I was drowning in his stare because of the way he was looking at me right now—a mix of curiosity and need. Ashley Taylor woke up in a stranger’s bed with no idea of how she got there, and her life has been turned upside down ever since. Panicked, she didn't know what to do. Ashley quickly got up, dressed and left the apartment wishing never to come across the stranger again. Aside from the feeling of guilt that overwhelmed her for cheating on her boss, Richard whom she is in a secret romantic relationship with, Ashley's world turned upside down when she later discovers she is pregnant. Filled with uncertainty of who the father of the child is, she receives the shock of her life when she later discovers the stranger she had a one night stand with is Max, her boss's son. Despite being engaged to her boss, Ashley found herself attracted to Max. She wished she could erase the memories of the passionate night they spent together. Her body yearns for Max, that even when making out with her fiancé Richard, she pictures him to be Max, then only could she be satisfied. Ashley can't afford to lose Richard, nor could she easily do away with her feelings for Max, even if she wants to. Behind Richard's back, she and Max were entangled in a dreadful romance. Dive into the exciting romance novel filled with twists and turns that will keep you at the edge of your seat!

Complete!!!!!! She grew in wealth without the love she needed the most. In a world with customs and traditions, her upbringing was her destruction. She was trained to make men bend their knees at the sight of her smile yet she bores pure innocence. Then, she was sold to the highest bidder for what her family calls an initiation before she turns a woman. What would happen to her? Would she fall in love to the enigmatic prince who bought her? What would happen if she delve herself on her darkest desires? ...... Hot breath tickled my nose and the smell of my favorite vanilla potpourri filled me. I opened my eyes. Gray met me, like a cluster of angry clouds. "Good morning," the guy whispered in my face. His proximity made me hold my breath. The guy won the bidding and I wasn't wrong. His stare held intensity. He backed down, going to his seat, across from mine. My head snapped to the side; the morning lights seeped through the window beside me. White cumulus clouds parted as the plane flew us above the horizon. I must be asleep for too long that they were able to transfer me from the helicopter to the plane. I snapped back my attention to the guy, "What's your name?" I asked the first question that popped in my mind, being able to let go of the building tensions. "I'm An--" A chuckle escaped from the guy. "No need for proper introductions but as you initiated. I am Yulian." He scratched his chin, looking for my reactions, his thick accent indicated Russian descent. "And you, milady is going to be Mi Eliza, my wife." "Wife? But--" I stopped couldn’t able to form the right words to say. "For a year, yes."

Elena Ghen's life is suddenly overturned when Alpha Williams declares war against her pack and wins. Elena is forcefully taken away from her pack and joins The blue moon pack where Alpha Williams plans to make her his Luna. What happens when Elena meets her mate at the mating dinner organized for her and Alpha Williams? What happens when she finds out that her mate is non other than the Alpha in line, Jake, Alpha William's very own son. Elena and Jack have the same goal but can they put down their differences and make it work. The moon goddess doesn't make mistakes , or does she? ~~~~~~~ I smirked on seeing his red blazing eyes stare me down, his face hardened, his fake demeanor falling apart. I could feel his hard on pressed against my thighs. His hands gripping my hair tightly, holding my chin up. "Shut it." He snarled "Imagine me, pressed against the sheets with him, thighs apart. His hands gripping my thighs so hard they'd leave a bruise. My neck covered in love bites as I -" "Shut the fuck up before I show you exactly how mean I could be. I don't mind ruining in the sanctuary of this place. I will fuck you real, good. Your head and thoughts will be filled with my name, because you're mine, just mine." "Why don't you make me. Do it." I teased, challenging him. Watching his smirk deepened. He yanked my hair tighter, raising his eyebrows "Get on your knees and make that mouth useful."

After graduation, I spend a year interning with my mentor, a healer, out in the neutral lands—no packs, no laws, and no one to protect me. My brother, the Lycan Chairman of all werewolves, nearly loses his mind over it. He's terrified I'll fall for some Rogue and impulsively form a reckless mate bond. As such, he handpicks an arranged mate for me—Falcon Sterling, the Alpha of the strongest pack in Northmere. He's handsome and dangerous, a legendary figure. My brother orders me to come home for the mating ceremony, so I have no choice but to go pick out a Luna crown. At the jewelry shop, my eyes snap straight to a crown made of pure silver and covered in diamonds. Just as I reach out to take it, a sharp female voice cuts in. "I like the one she's holding. I'll take it. Hand it over." Before I can react, the clerk snatches the crown right out of my hands, nearly scraping my skin. I straighten up, forcing myself to stay calm. "Ever heard of 'first come, first served?' I saw it first. Is this how you do things here?" The she-wolf slowly turns toward me, casting me a long, mocking look. "This crown costs 300 thousand dollars. You sure you can afford it, peasant? I grew up with the Alpha of the Silvermoon pack, Falcon Sterling. Around here, I make the rules." I stare at her, almost laughing. Isn't that funny? Falcon just happens to be my arranged mate. I pull out my phone and press the call button. "Hey, Falcon. Your adorable childhood sweetheart just stole the Luna crown I'm supposed to wear for the mating ceremony. What do you think I should do about that?"

The night I have my bonding ceremony with the Alpha, Walter Zimmer, he gets drunk even though he usually never touches any alcohol. Just as I'm at a loss for what to do, my best friend, Rose Larson, sends me a message detailing how to take care of a drunken werewolf. Despite feeling doubtful, I do as she suggests, and Walter truly does fall asleep peacefully. Just as I'm about to thank Rose, Walter suddenly hugs me from behind. His hot breath brushes against my neck as he murmurs a sentence that utterly breaks my heart. "Rose, you're the one I wanted to mark…" My world crumbles around me, but that's not all. His shirt slips down his shoulder when he moves, revealing the rose tattooed right over his heart. My mind goes blank, and all I can do is stare at the tattoo. I refuse to believe what I'm seeing. I've known Rose for 20 years, and she's my closest friend. As it turns out, Walter didn't get drunk because he was overjoyed about becoming my mate. He simply used the alcohol to drown his sorrows over not being able to take the she-wolf he wanted as his Luna. In that moment, our newly formed mate bond seems like nothing but a joke. Since that's the case, I decide to give up my position as the Luna and let them be together. However, after I leave, Walter loses control and shifts into his wolf. He then claws the rose tattoo to shreds. "Lily, I was mistaken. You're the Luna I truly love. Please, give me another chance to love you again…"

"Fuck.." I moan as my feverish skin makes me dizzy with lust. [Yes.] "Evet, Mila. You make me want to ravage you when I should be disgusted by the thought of even touching you." He mutters. "But I'm not. Instead, everything about you makes me mad with desire and I can not control it. God's, I tried to but I don't want to anymore." He removes his hand from the wall, wrapping his fingers around my jaw and he forces me to stare up at him. "You've already had a taste of me and one taste is all you get." I swallow loudly, throwing his words back at him. >>> When it comes to my prince charming, my life has been anything but a fairytale. The Esposito family robbed me of all I held dear to my heart. From the depths of my dignity to the depths of my son. I was living in continual terror; my body, as well as my trust and beliefs, were being exploited. Until one fateful day, I gained the strength to flee, dashing into an Irish bar and meeting a Turkish man. I stayed with him for the night before being compelled to return to the house of terrors. After being thrown down a flight of stairs 37 weeks later, I gave birth to my son. I knew who the father was the moment my son's gaze met mine, but I opted to keep it to myself. However, destiny had other plans for me, and I begged my son's biological father for protection as I fled the Italian mafia. We will work together to rescue our son and demolish their network, all while finding love along the way. My name is Mila Starkk, and this is my Screwed Up Love Story.

One week before our marking ceremony, my Alpha Mate, Corey Black, looks me straight in the eye and says something unbelievable, "I want to have a pup with my long-time friend Willow." At first, I assume it's a terrible joke, but I see determination in his serious expression. I suppress the churning feeling in my stomach and ask him why. He sighs, his gaze gentle as if he's soothing an unreasonable child. "Willow's old Beta father is dying. His only dying wish is to see Willow have a pup. We're doing it through IVF, so it won't hurt our relationship. "Her father devoted his entire life to the pack. You wouldn't refuse to fulfill even his dying wish, would you? You wouldn't be that cruel, right?" I don't know how to respond. He speaks as if not letting my fated mate have a pup with another woman is selfish. Later, when I go to visit the gravely ill old Beta, Corey is holding Willow Lester in his arms. His hand gently strokes her hair as he lets her sob against his chest. The moment our eyes meet, pain strikes my very soul. My wolf lets out a desperate howl of anguish. I stumble away, only to receive a text from him on the day of our marking ceremony. "Honey, Willow and I are undergoing the IVF procedure. Let's postpone the ceremony for now." I stare blankly at those words, my hand unconsciously moving to my still-flat stomach. Since he wants so badly to have a pup with another woman, I will grant his wish and disappear with my pup.

“It won’t be a straight death from where you’re standing.” I blink, turning around. “What?” But he doesn’t give me a reply. At least not yet. Instead, he takes hold of my arms in his large, gloved hands, and pulls me to him so that we are standing toe to toe. “What are you doing?” I whisper. This new position has brought us closer. So close that if I stand on my toes, and he dips his head down a bit, I’d probably have the best kiss… “If you fall from here, the possibility of you dying immediately is 98% at the very least,” He begins as I stare at him with my mouth slightly agape. “Falling from where you stood before is about 35% lesser. You’d die eventually, maybe after a night or two of trying to revive your shattered bones, but not immediately.” Having made his point, he steps back from me and climbs down the somewhat elevated platform. “Did you just make way for me to kill myself?” I murmur, feeling like I’m losing my mind all over again. What kind of a man is this? *** Sonia’s life is going great one minute and then takes a spin for the worse when she is betrayed, gets pregnant and worse, is told that she will be getting married to Italian mafia heir, Anthony Romero, who doesn’t mind raising another man’s child. She abhors the idea, but having also recently been disowned by her father, she has no choice but to accept the marriage proposal if she wants protection for herself and her child. But she has questions. Why would a sane man from her world want to raise a child that isn’t his? Surely they’re ulterior motives in play.