Locked In Meme

“You are nothing but a slave I bought for hundred bronze coins, you are a murderer! You are a weak omega! Should I go on! Should I keep listing why I rejected you? Alpha Devon roared in anger. Scarlet White had killed someone on the first night she shifted into her wolf. Her foster parents wants nothing to do with her, now hated by the whole pack, she was beaten, starved and locked in a dungeon awaiting the final verdict of the pack. The day of judgment came and she ends up being sold to Alpha Devon. He ordered the guards to lock her in a dungeon. But on her eighteenth birthday, she finds out Alpha Devon is her mate and he rejects her instantly. Her heart was shattered at the pain of rejection. Fate seemed to take pity on her and a second mate comes into the picture. He wants her but Alpha Devon isn’t willing to let go of the mate he rejected. What happens to Scarlet as she is caught up in this perilous love triangle?

My wife has an emotional breakdown after being violated. She insists I'm the one who orchestrated it, but both our parents know her true love is the actual culprit. Still, they don't object to her insane retaliation. They even have me locked up in a prison abroad. As I'm tormented, she sells my company to help her true love get away scot-free. Ultimately, he's set free, but I die without even having a final resting place. When a judge informs her to collect my body, she sneers and says, "I've had enough of this nonsense. Does he think he can get away with a fake corpse? I won't even bat an eye if his body is flushed down the drain! He's nothing but a disgusting criminal!" Later, she realizes that I've truly died. She's delighted, but her laughter soon turns to tears as she holds my corpse.

She was meant to sell books. Not steal a billionaire’s broken heart. Julian Blackwood is a man of power, wealth, and secrets—his name synonymous with control and cold precision. Since the death of his wife, he’s locked love away and drowned his pain in one-night distractions. No strings. No vulnerability. No heart. Then he walks into a small, struggling bookstore—and meets her. Lena Carter is soft-spoken and stubborn, running a little shop that smells like vanilla and paperbacks, where his daughter finds comfort... and where he begins to unravel. Her kindness disarms him. Her touch ignites something wild. And her innocence? It drives him insane. He tells himself it’s wrong. He’s too broken. Too dangerous. But temptation doesn't ask for permission. And once their lips meet, there’s no going back. He’s the fire she never meant to play with. She’s the quiet he never knew he craved. Together, they’ll burn down every rule they thought they had.

Vice and Victor have a plan. Five years in the spotlight to make their fortune, then move into the background, with their own record label. Fast and smart is their motto. Romance will have to wait, especially since their idea of an ideal romance, involves both of them and one woman. When their manager, Aaron, asks them to collaborate with a chart-topping popstar who wants to gravitate into rock, they are dubious. A frequent flyer in the gossip columns over the last twelve months with a history of drug and alcohol problems, they fear she will be difficult and volatile to work with. After being roofied by her music producer, Mirage has learnt the hard way that it is not an equal world. Without proof, she cannot pursue legal recourse, and she is locked into completing another album with her rapist. Meanwhile, Mr Rich has been feeding the industry lies about her having dependency on alcohol and drugs, and the gossip mags have seized upon the stories, slowly tearing her professional reputation into pieces. But Mirage is not a fragile damsel in distress, she is a pop-rock chick, and she is fighting back.

Just before my wedding, my fate mate, my Alpha fiancé, Micheal, stripped me of my wedding dress—our wedding dress—and handed it to his mistress, Becky Porter. Not only that, but he locked me in the dressing room like some rabid wolf he needed to contain. "Becky has a terminal illness.She just wants to experience being a bride before she dies." I lunged forward, my wolf howling inside me. Alpha's strength pressed against mine, his dominance forcing my muscles to lock. My claws twitched, itching to break free. "You bastard!" I snarled, my breath ragged. Micheal barely blinked. Instead, he let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head . "She’s dying, and you can’t even show a little compassion?" His tone dripped with disappointment, as if I were the villain here. "You’re only losing a wedding, but Becky… Becky is losing her dreams and her life."

"Don't touch me!", Arieon yelled at him as tears fell freely from her eyes. She was breathing heavily from the way she ran down the stairs. "You'll harm yourself, be careful!", Enzo snapped at her angrily. She glared at him, "The only harm that will come to me is you, so stay the fuck away!". He rolled his eyes and walked down the stairs. The more steps he took towards her,the more she moved backwards. Her back hit the wall and she cursed internally. He grinned in triumph and placed his fingers on her jaw making her to look at him. "Mi cara, you're the only good in my life. You and our unborn child", he placed his hand on her stomach and she felt her heart flutter. "Stop running away", he leaned closer to her. "And if I don't", she asked in a hushed tone. Their eyes locked and he grinned, "I'll keep chasing you, Arieon".

Betrayed twice by James, Alex became broken, cold, and depressed. Then he decided to end it all, but Lucas stepped in with kind words and pulled him out from his darkest edge, and left him with a good luck charm. Alex swore off love and locked his heart away. He became a man with one motive...revenge against love proposals. Any gender that crossed his path was used and dumped. His only desire was to meet his lucky charm guy (Lucas) again. Two years later, they met, and his love bloomed. As the feelings grew, so did Alex’s fear… and with it, his anger. How could he love again when the past still haunted him? Out of jealousy, his love for Lucas suddenly turned to hatred. Why did he hate the one person who made him feel alive again? Can Alex overcome his fear of betrayal, or will he destroy the very love that could heal him completely?

Sean McNally I'm the captain of the Irish Rabbits in Boston. We've been here a long time. The Russians are the interlopers. But they come with power and strength I can't hope to fight. I gotta get me some leverage in the form of Irina Dobrev, Bratva princess and the Pakhan's sister. A marriage between us would mean this war is over. I just have to kidnap her first and leave her with no choice. Irina Dobrev This war is tiresome especially since the Rabbits keep trying to ambush me everywhere I go. Now Roman, my brother and the Pakhan of the Boston Bratva, wants me to stay locked up in a safehouse. I don't even have my favorite sweat pants with me! I am not about this life. So I decide to take matters into my own hands and make a deal with the Irish. Anything to get them to stop chasing me all over town. This is book one of a series: The Bratva Chronicles. It ends in a cliffhanger.

My husband's beloved lover suffered from menstruation complications. A traveling doctor claimed that a fresh placenta was needed to cure her. His gaze fixated on my seven-months-pregnant baby bump. And thus, I was pinned down on the bed as they ripped the placenta from my body. My son was carelessly tossed aside. He didn't even get the chance to cry before his tiny body fell silent forever. My husband pinched his nose in disgust, frowning as he looked at me—bleeding out, feebly reaching for my child. “It’s just a premature baby. He'll be fine after a few days of care. Why are you making such a fuss? Sandra is waiting for her medicine." He left and locked the door behind him without looking back. He claimed it was a lesson I needed to learn. By the time he finally remembered us, my son and I had long since bled dry, our bodies cold and stiff.

"Miss Camille Davidson, what a small world?" A chill went through me when I heard his dark, yet sexy, voice. I lifted my chin to look at him. Once my eyes locked with his, I couldn't stop myself from shivering. He was no longer the man he was eight years ago. He appeared to be formidable and cruel. His blue eyes nearly looked dark due to rage. As I gripped the serving tray, I retreated my steps, my cheeks burning from humiliation. Everyone was watching us with keen interest. There was a time when Scott Martinez used to work for me, and now I am working for him. I was fully aware of his intentions. I knew why he was there and what he wanted from me. This time he would never let me go after all I was the one who had destroyed his small world. I murdered his brother.