Lit-rpg

Allison Hale has always hated vampires. After all, they've never given her a reason not too, not when they brutally murdered her family and definitely not when she was forcefully turned into a blood slave for one of their kind. No, Allison did not like vampires. She has never failed to kill anyone that crossed her way, including the man who wrecked her life all those years ago. But when she finds herself transitioning into the very thing she despises, her life is thrown in chaos. Desperate to find a way to reverse the change, Allison ends up attracting the attention of the one Vampire who wants her dead the most. Only one person mattered to Elias Morley, his only surviving family after the war for the throne. So when news of his brother’s death reaches his ears, he’s understandably enraged and swears to hunt down the female hunter responsible for it. That was the plan until he finally met her. The person he loathed the most, the woman who took his brother from him turned out to be his fated bride. One woman ended up being the person he searched for the most but in two different ways. Torn between his primal instincts and his thirst for revenge, what will Elias do now that he finally has her in his clutches? Will their scorching attraction push them towards a path of romance? Or will Elias choose to avenge his brother’s death? What happens when it comes to light that Allison is more than just an orphaned hunter?

Whoa, again? I'm pregnant with his child, but my mate is gazing intently at my best friend. When I saw the blaze that lit up in those cold eyes, I was assaulted by déjà vu. My mate had been in love with my best friend even in our past lives, enough to deny our child's existence. There was nothing I could do but watch. And by cruel fates, I was someone who kept returning to that exact moment to die for their love, again and… again. Thus, on my 9th life, I yield to my fate, but my mate is… "Divorce? You must be insane, queen. There's no divorce between us." 'What?!'

The cold breeze in my face, clinging tightly to my bare arms. My arms wrapped around my torso in an attempt to keep me warm. Tears streaming down my face as memories of Harry's cruel betrayal flood my mind. Of all days, he chose my birthday to hurt me. My red pumps creating a gentle click sound with every contact it made with the tarred road. Creating the only sound the night breeze brings to my ears. Asides my sobs and the distant barks of the neighborhood dogs. My third sense is sudden activated as I sense I'm being followed. I smell danger. Walking alone on such desolate streets doesn't seem like the best idea I could have come up with. I wasn't thinking straight when I made that choice. I should have called my driver to come get me!. This creepy feeling becomes more intense and I decide to do the one thing I know I'm good at; run!. I throw my purse and phone away as I begin to run in frenzy I feel something hot on my trail, when I look back, all I see is dark fog. The more reason to run faster. The road fairly lit by moonlight, my heart in my mouth and prayers of help and mercy escaping my lips. Finally, I hear music playing from loud speakers. I'm close to civilization!. I keep running frantically.... Tales of missing children are considered a fallacy till teenage Sonia goes missing... Follow Sonia on her desperate quest to break free... And bring the truth to light

“If you want me to keep your secret, you have to do one thing for me in exchange,” he said, his lips curled up slightly. “What thing?” Aurora narrowed her eyes, alarmed at the direction of the conversation. “Never never share the same bed with my brother,” he demanded, his alpha dominance rolling off him in waves, making her want to bare her neck for submission. But Aurora straightened her back and challenged him head-on. “Why? I’m his wife,” Aurora stated with a neutral expression on her face. She and her husband were a fake couple, but he didn’t have to know that. The fewer people who knew, the more favorable the situation was to her. “I’m supposed to…” “You are mine!” he released a deep guttural growl. The possessiveness shown in his words and eyes made Aurora both startled and baffled. He stalked to her in calculated steps, his eyes glinting with a deep well of want and desire under the moonlight. Aurora started to retreat cautiously until her back hit a hard wall. In a flash, he was in front of her, his arms resting on the wall beside her head, caging her. He was so close to her. Too close. His lips almost touched hers. A smell mixed of rain and pine forests invaded her nose, making her dizzy. Her wolf perked up. Aurora quickly cleared her senses. “I’m nobody’s woman,” she declared, locking eyes with him. But she quickly regretted it because who wouldn’t lose herself in a pair of deep blue ocean-like eyes on a face carved out by the Moon Goddess herself? “Want a bet?” he smirked, “One day you will be mine.” The audacity of him!

“We found you, little wolf. Again.” His eyes gleamed when he looked at me. “You can’t run from us.” They thought the Alpha’s family was murdered, but Aria was saved and taken under the rule of Alpha Rowan, disguised as a weak Omega. Her wolf abilities were bound, and she was treated as the servant of the pack, being unable to shift or use her senses nor sense her mate bond but she found herself attracted to four men. Alpha Damon, the Alpha of the largest pack often known to be ruthless and unruly. Kade, the fiery and passionate warrior within the pack of Aria Lucian, the mysterious and calculating strategist from the werewolf council, and Soren, the charming smart rogue. Plaques with the agony of her bonded wolf and the mates she couldn’t have. Something was hunting her, something big, something that she wasn’t sure she could survive. Will they step up when she needs them the most, unbound her wolf, and seek the one that truly belongs to her, or have them all?

“I’ll take her, her tears taste nice” “The wedding holds tomorrow, I’ll come back for my bride then, bye for now” That was all the devil had to say to pull her into his dark and bloody world. His words are final , his silence speaks His presence cold and hot His aura speaks of great and might power He who rules Italy without stress Feared by the government and the people in the country He is who he thinks he is. He’s Gerald Grey. Roseanne Kent a twenty years old college student who’s hated by her father and sisters. She found herself being sold into a marriage with the most feared and most powerful mafia lord in Italy. At the mention of his name, the city stays quiet, getting on his bad side is a direct call for death. What happens when the most feared and most powerful mafia lord gets married to a mere twenty years old lady who was to sold to him as a bride for a billion dollar? What happens when Roseanne Kent finds out there’s more to Gerald Grey than what people know? What happens when the truth about Roseanne’s mother comes to light? What happens when the truth about the mystery death of Gerald Grey’s Six ex-wives is revealed?

After three years of marriage, I believed I had the perfect family. My wife, Sarah, was gentle and caring, and our son was bright and adorable. On a rare day when I finished work early, I arrived home to find Sarah asleep, slumped tiredly by the crib. My heart went out to her, and I decided to carry her to our bedroom. As I approached, Sarah's phone screen suddenly lit up. A message appeared: “Sarah, is our son asleep?"

"Chloe, when you were younger, our family arranged a marriage for you. Now that you're almost recovered from your illness, would you be willing to return to Kingston City and marry?" "If you still don't agree, I'll talk to your father and cancel the engagement." In the dimly lit room, Chloe could only hear silence. Just as the person on the other end of the line thought they would not be able to convince her, she suddenly spoke up. "I'm willing to go back and get married." Her mom, Felicia, froze, clearly surprised. "You... you agree?" Chloe's tone was calm. "I agree, but I still need a little time to wrap things up in Marina City. I'll be back within two weeks. Mom, please go ahead and start preparing for the wedding." After a few more words, Chloe hung up the phone.

Being a mother can be tough, but always remember in the eyes of your child, no one does it better than you. Even when her soul is tired, I will always find strength for her children. Motherhood is amazing. And then it is really hard. And then it is incredible. And then it is everything in between. So, hold onto the good, breathe through the bad, and welcome the wildest and most wonderful ride of our life. - A daughter's love is one of a father's true joys. The love of a daughter for her father is second to none. The mother was her role model before she even knew what that word was. The mother’s love has always been a sustaining force for our family, and one of the greatest joys is seeing her integrity, her compassion, her intelligence reflected in her children. - Fathers are the first friend you make and the last love of your life. A father's love is eternal and without end. The happiness of his, is their children. The highest honor the father could ever receive is being called father. — Copyright 2022 © Xyrielle All Rights Reserved No Copy Stories No Plagiarism Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

WARNING‼️: This is no sweet love story. It's a raw, dark. This is obsession, Power, Control, Pain,and the kind of pleasure that ruins you for anyone else. "Ten million for a woman who doesn’t know her worth—until he shows her just how much it costs to please him." Aria was just looking for her sister, Instead, she ended up bound, blindfolded, and sold at a secret black-market auction. But Luciano De Rossi isn’t just a collector of fine things, he's the devil, and Aria is his newest obsession and his collateral for her sister’s debt. She’s a virgin, a fighter, a woman who swears she’ll never beg. He’s a man who loves to hear her scream and for the next ninety days, she belongs to him. Every inch of her. Every breath. Every orgasm. Whether she likes it… or not. But the deeper she falls into Lucian’s dangerous world of secrets and sin, the more her hate turns to need, and the more he burns to break her completely.