Novel & Cerita Lipstick Bite

I was invisible. A wolf-less servant, beaten down and forgotten. Until the Lycan King saw me. For twelve years, I survived by making myself nothing: no voice, no power, no hope. My stepfamily made sure I knew my place. But they never knew my secret: I'm not wolf-less. I'm a silver wolf, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself, hiding in plain sight because showing my true nature would've gotten me killed. Then Kael Devereaux walked into the Culling ceremony, and everything shattered. One look. One scent. One brutal claiming bite in front of thousands, and I became his. Lycan King's fated mate, his Luna, his healing. Kael isn't looking for love. He’s loosing his mind and I am the only thing standing between him and madness. Now I'm trapped in a palace of enemies who want me dead, bound to a king who's equal parts monster and salvation, and discovering that my hidden power might be the only thing that can break his curse or doom us both. They think I'm weak and breakable. They are wrong. I didn't survive twelve years of hell just to bow to a new kind of monster. I survived to become one. Welcome to the Shadowstone Citadel. Try not to bleed on the throne.

“Sandra why did you wear that slutty cloth to the nightclub?” He asked her, anger flicking in his eyes.“You are a naughty girl,” he murmured, before circling her and stopping suddenly to bite her hard on her ears.“That’s for showing what’s mine out!” Prof Tyler murmured before his right hands moved down to her fat ass and spanked her hard.“Argggggh,” Sandra screamed.“You get treated like a slut if you act like one,” Prof Tyler said while his big hands continued smacking the shit out of her ass.“I’m... so...sorrry.. daddy,” Sandra whimpered. Immediately after she murmured those words Tyler eyes zeroed in on her lips before he claimed her lips voraciously.“This is mine,” He screamed while holding on tight to her ass. “And I don’t want you showing other riff raffs what belongs to me!” He snapped. Will their love story endure the weight of their hidden secrets, or will the revelations lead to its downfall? Dive into this gripping tale as Sandra faces the difficult task of confessing her relationship with her best friend's father. In the midst of this revelation, a surprising twist unfolds when Sandra discovers that Professor Tyler is a werewolf.

Book Four in the Havermouth Pack Series - "The Pack's Secret Keeper", "The Pack's Triquetra" and "The Pack's Vampire" ** Trigger Warnings - this is a DARK werewolf/vampire bullyboy romance book, featuring non-con/dub-con, gaslighting, violence, and a range of very kinky group sex bxg and bxb, sounding, masochism, bondage, BDSM, Daddy-Dom, and more ** Havermouth is under the control of Van Helsings on a mission to expose the supernatural world to humans, starting with the Havermouth werewolf pack. The Van Helsings’ torturer, Sparrow, is a man of many secrets. Infected with lycanism by an incomplete spell gone wrong, he is holding Talen’s vampire-child Meguitte, a powerful witch, prisoner and enthralled by their mate bond, and has taken her gift of a magical cuff capable of controlling his monster-self and turned it into a weapon to use against all supernatural creatures. After Sparrow tortures Heath to the point of death, in order to save Heath’s life, Talen must attempt to turn his werewolf mate vampire and create a hybrid of the two species. Cuffed and trapped in the high school gym by the Van Helsings, Cameron must try to save the pack imprisoned with him whilst Rhett, weakened by a zombie bite, smuggles the pack’s young to safety. With the town in the grip of the water-illness, and face-eating zombies wandering the streets, can Aislen and her mates save Havermouth and the world from the Van Helsing zealots?

“Yes, my girlfriend, she’s back,” he answered, his eyes gleaming with something I couldn’t quite spot. “Oh…ummm…” I found myself stuttering, finding it hard to make up a sentence. I couldn't decipher if this was supposed to be good or bad news. But why is he referring to her as his girlfriend, when he has me, his wife? Before I could figure out what to say, he let out the words I'd dreaded to hear for the past three years. The very words, I for once hoped I would never hear for the rest of my life. “We can finally go our separate ways, let’s get divorced,” he effortlessly said, taking one more bite from the pancake before him. ***************** The very day Melissa Mugins set her eyes on CEO Listowell Gordon, she fell in love with him. For her, it was love at first sight. Finding herself in a compromised situation, she accepts Listowell’s offer to be his contract wife for just a year. Its been three years now, and although their contract has long expired, none of them has brought up divorce. Today, Melissa plans on telling Listowell a great news, but before she could speak, she's served divorce papers.

At the National High School Football All-Star Game, my boyfriend Evan had just been named MVP. Sophia, the cheer captain, immediately posted on Instagram. Caption: "Guess who got a little something from the champion himself~" The photo turned out to be a pair of Evan's worn underwear! Scrawled across them in lipstick were the words: "For my dearest Sophia." She held them up with her long acrylic nails, pouting for the selfie. The internet exploded. "Why does she have his underwear?" "Isn't it obvious? They're totally together." "Sitting here waiting for the official couple photo." Within seconds, a close-up of the two of them cheek-to-cheek surfaced in the comments. Congratulations and teasing flooded the feed. I gripped my phone, a chill spreading through my entire body. Evan had promised to go public about us ages ago but kept putting it off, saying he needed to prove himself first. He'd been stalling ever since. Now here I was, his actual girlfriend, and I didn't even get an invite to his victory party. I took a deep breath and called him. "Explain." On the other end, Evan's voice was lazy, almost amused. "The fans grabbed everything off me. Jersey, pads, all of it. Sophia insisted on keeping something as a souvenir, so I gave her the underwear. No big deal." "The Instagram post is just riding the hype. Don't be so uptight about it." Then Sophia's voice chimed in. "Yeah, honey, Evan and I are like brothers! I've seen everything on him already. It's just a pair of boxers, so don't be so petty." I listened to their increasingly flirtatious banter through the speaker, then slowly pulled off my engagement ring and tossed it aside. "Fine," I said to Evan. "I'll be the bigger person. Why don't you skip the 'girl bro' thing and just make her your girlfriend? I'm tired of watching this act."

CLAIMED BY THE FOUR ALPHAS WHO ONCE BROKE ME In the Silvercrest Pack, strength is everything—and Lena has none. Born an omega, she was the lowest of the low. When her parents died mysteriously, the whispers began. A cursed child. A burden. A nobody. No one stepped in when her uncle sold her to four powerful alphas to pay off his debts. Why would they? Omegas like her didn’t matter. She became their servant. Their shadow. Cleaning up after them, enduring punishments she didn’t deserve, and learning to disappear. Until everything changed. On her twentieth birthday, something impossible happened—she found her mate. Not one. Four. The same four alphas who once treated her like she was nothing are now bound to her by fate. And worse? She's the only one who can carry their heir. Suddenly, they want her. Crave her. Need her. But Lena is no longer the broken girl they once ignored. And if they think they can claim her now without consequences… They’re about to learn that the omega they shattered has teeth—and she’s not afraid to bite back. They all want her and didn’t want to share but why even chose one of them when she can chose all four?

"Don't touch me, I'm not your whore," I spat out through clenched teeth, my eyes turning red from anger. He smirked and lifted a hand to my hair. I flinched as he did that and averted my eyes from his. "Now listen bella. . ." he said slowly, a cruel expression on his face. I tried to bite back the moan of pain that almost escaped my lips. "I fucking own you and I can spank that pretty ass of yours so hard that it'll bruise. . ." He paused briefly and continued, "And you won't do a thing about it because I'll make you scream so hard that you'll beg to be my whore." *** When Arianna is sold off as a sex slave to an auction house she realizes that her life would never be the same again. To make it worse, she is bought and given to the ruthless mafia king, Gabriele Andino. He is cruel, dangerous, unfeeling, and undeniably the sexiest man Arianna has ever seen. Despite the fact she should hate her master, there's something in her that yearns for his touch. So much that she would be willing to be his sex slave. A DARK ROMANCE WITH TRIGGERING SCENES!

The mate bond ceremony had barely ended when Simon Thompson, Alpha of the Moonshade Pack, suddenly shoved me aside. "I picked up a human girl at the border. There's a storm tonight. I need to go stay with her." My head buzzed. "If you've already decided I'm your fated mate, why are you seeing her now?" He stood up and pulled on his clothes. The bite mark I had left was still visible on the side of his neck. "Tanya, I love you. But life is long. I need something fragile like that once in a while to feel something new." My throat tightened. "So on our mate bond night, you're dumping your Luna to sleep with a human?" "Well, technically, the ceremony is already over," he corrected me, then bent down and pinched my cheek. "You're the pack's Luna now. You should be more generous." "And if I can't be?" It was as if he had been waiting for that. He smiled. "Then we sever the bond. Just know you might end up exiled as a lone wolf. Think it through, yeah?" I collapsed onto the messy bed. Simon's scent still lingered in the air. Outside the window, the full moon that had witnessed our vows looked unbearably ironic.

Abandoned by her mother and betrayed by her one and only friend. Iasha is sold to a Demon Lord during an auction. As if the moon goddess didn't approve of her birth, she ran into the the Alpha of the BlueMoon pack who wanted her to be his slave by all means. Avarez Dunek is a two centuries old werewolf and the Alpha of the BlueMoon pack. The devil's reincarnation was the notorious name he was known for across the kingdom. He only had one secret in life but she just had to find out about it before anyone else could. He couldn't let her leave, she would either be a slave for him or die by his hands but it looked like fate had other plans for Iasha and Avarez. Would he be able to kill her like he had promised himself and go to the grave with his secret or could there be many truths to the surficial truth he believed he knew? " I could never bite a lowly slave like you and make my pack disappointed in me," Avarez told her but his gaze was still focused on those luscious lips, he had tried to look away countless times but everything led back to those lips... Iasha snorted and looked at him with contempt "You think I want to be mated to a mask-wearing commoner pretending to be an alpha of a pack,"

Everyone in Frostmoon Pack knew that Cassian loved me. He stayed by my side through every heat cycle. On storm-heavy nights, he would shift into wolf form and coax me to sleep. Before the council of elders, he once declared: “Lyra is my only Luna.” So I had never imagined he would betray me too. The day I found out I was pregnant, I received a set of photos from his former lover. In them, Cassian was bare-chested, with fresh bite marks still visible along his neck. She sent only two lines: He does love you. But last night, he didn’t refuse me. I didn’t cry. I didn’t confront him. I only called my best friend. “Help me arrange a false death.” She was silent, then asked in a low voice, “Have you thought this through? You’re carrying a pup.” I touched my stomach. “I have.” “And contact the witch for me. I want my mate bond with Cassian severed.” Five days later, there would be a fatal wreck on the mountain road beyond the pack borders. When Cassian arrived, all he would find was the burned frame of the car and a handful of ashes that were supposed to be Lyra’s.