Love Me Dead Song Novels & Stories

Ivan Trevelyan is one of the most successful business owners in New York. Dark, rude, and fearsome, his employees are forced to put up with his constant mood swings and insatiable demands. He is known mostly for his good looks, wealth, and arrogant personality and he has enough superiority to fire his employees with just a snap of his fingers.Isabelle Greene just landed herself as Ivan's secretary, only to find out that her boss isn't just arrogant, but also narcissistic and egocentric. But she can't quit her job, because she needs the paycheck.Her life was normal and perfect until he came in and cracked a deal that she couldn't refuse.

Jason Peters was a fifteen year old boy in high school. He was a victim of severe bullying by his mates in school. Unknown to him, he had hidden werewolf powers that first manifested when he tried to defend himself from a bully known as Jones Hardy. Jones Hardy was immediately hospitalised after the incident. Two more defense fights led to the expulsion of Jason Peters. He finally became aware of his strange powers and began to unravel facts about himself. In the long run, he got into another school and got involved in a full blown out fight with a boy over a classmate of Jason's whom the both were crushing on at the same time. The boy finally got hospitalised just like Jones Hardy. Jason Peters got expelled again leaving his parents distraught about the whole situation. But unknowingly his dad gave out a hint about the family's long werewolf history. Jason decided to find the truth about his superpowers. He found out and confronted his father about it. Mr George Peters succumbed and told his son everything. Jason was persuaded by his father to take an antidote that would help relieve him of the remaining werewolf curse, but he was not having it. He found out about a school for werewolves in an old city and ran off with his father's credit card to the school to get himself enrolled. He was not going to hide who he was, rather he would use his powers for the good of his society. He wanted to create a world where humans and werewolves could coexist. A new adventure began in his new school. He began life afresh, and worked hand in hand with law enforcement agents to fish out criminals, which led to the fulfillment of his dreams.

I had created a monster. I had unleashed a devil to the world and I would do anything to drag him back to hell with me. If I must burn, then he would burn with me. Six years. Six years I had been by his side as his wife, his political strategist. Helping him. Loving him. But, when I needed him the most, he betrayed me. Now, I was back. Traumatised. Hurt, but…stronger. Stronger because I wasn't alone, stronger bevause he failed and I survived. I would strip him of everything I had spent six years building for him and then smash his face to the mud and remind him it was where he had always belonged. But then again, Zayne Castellan–the man who had saved me, the man who had bought my loyalty while I laid fractured by betrayal. Merciless, cruel…calm. Loyalty in exchange for my survival. I had fallen for him but even he …was worse than the devil I wanted to burn….

"I want you to be mine." Davon purrs into my ear while his hand snakes up to my neck. "I want to be yours, too..." "Good. Then I shall fuck you till you forget your own name, little flower." His hand tightens against my throat.

After days of torture at the hands of my family’s rival gang, they offered me one last phone call. I called my brother, Matteo. I just wanted to say goodbye—while I still had the chance. “What is it now?” he snapped. “Matteo, I—” He didn’t let me finish. “Fix your own mistakes. Until then, don’t call me again.” Death didn’t hurt as much as those words did. I felt my heart slow to a stop as my brother’s words echoed in my ears. I guess you’re finally at peace now, Matteo. I won’t bother you again. And you’ll never have to see me again.

I used to be the beloved little princess of the Colobo family. Then, on my eighteenth birthday, my father brought home Sophia. She was the daughter of the old friend who had once saved his life. Out of guilt, he gave her a place in our home. Then he gave her my place too. My brother began protecting her and hating me. My childhood friend, Luca Rizzo, fell for her and left me behind. Even my father said Sophia deserved the Colobo name more than I did, though I was his biological daughter. On the day I graduated from college, they broke their promise to me for the ninety-ninth time because of her. I finally lost control. “Am I not your own daughter?” My father pulled Sophia behind him as if I were the danger, then slapped me across the face. “You jealous little thing. I should have given everything to her instead.” My brother looked at me like I was something dirty. “You don’t deserve a place in the Colobo family. Get out.” So I left. They thought I was only throwing another tantrum. They took Sophia to Switzerland to see the snow-covered mountains, certain that silence would teach me to behave. They thought I would calm down, come home, and beg for my place again. But this time, I called the research institute in Australia whose offer I had once turned down for them. “I accept,” I said. By the time the Colobo family realized I was truly gone, my phone number no longer existed. And so did Isabella Colobo.

Warning: Contains adult content read at your own risk. A stepfather's forbidden obsession, a love born from abandonment and rejection, a love that can break protocols and desire that can ignite fire, a love to be questioned and tested. All her life she has wanted nothing but love and pure acceptance, but her father abandoned her before birth and her street mother never cares about her. When she finds herself having dangerous thoughts for her crazily attractive stepfather, all she wanted was to be wanted by him and she would go any mile to get his attention especially when she knew he wanted her just as much.

On my fifteenth birthday, I begged my mom to teach me how to make a cream cake from scratch. We only had cream at home. No flour. So we went out to buy some. When we came back, we didn't walk into a birthday surprise. We walked in on my father pressing a strange she-wolf down onto the dining table. Cream was smeared all over her bare body. That night ended with my parents signing the Mating Dissolution Agreement. From that day on, cake became my nightmare, a taboo I could never touch. The night I mated with Alpha Kaelen of the Shadow Pack, amidst the pain and pleasure of his marking bite, I whispered in his ear. "Honey, if you ever want to end our mating, just bring me a cake." He frowned, his eyes burning with possessiveness, and kissed the words away. "Don't talk nonsense, Seraphina. You are my fated mate. How could I ever let you go?" Later, on his birthday, his intern secretary Elena ordered a three-tier luxury cake. Kaelen went into a rage, throwing both the cake and the intern out the front door. Back then, I was moved, even telling him not to be so harsh on a low-ranking wolf for my sake. But six months later, Elena had been promoted to Kaelen's personal assistant. On my birthday, she walked into my laboratory, swinging her hips, holding a burnt, homemade cake. I called Kaelen, asking him to remove the provocative item. On the other end of the line,his tone was casual. "Elena put her heart into making that for you. It would be cruel to throw it away. Be a good girl, don't be so sensitive. Have the grace of a Luna." The phone slipped from my hand. It turned out my mother wasn't wrong. Cake really is best served with a side of rejection papers.

Eliot Hale had it all: grades, charm, and an enviable future. The whole campus admired his girlfriend. His life was picturesque...Until an anonymous message snatched it all away. One party. One betrayal. One moment that saw the shattering of his glass-laden golden world. Eliot, now the joke of the university, has been stripped of any last semblance of support, in whispers mocking him, asking his name, and wondering in his moment of awe, "Who do I trust when those I loved the most were the first to destroy me?" And just as Eliot spirals into isolated boredom, a stranger people would wish they had in their lives, begins texting him. What starts off as cautious curiosity soon evolves into an intimate, heartfelt bond- the anonymous presence sees into him, all the pain he hides beneath the surface; making him feel something for the very first time in his life. But upon finding out who actually was behind the screen… everything was changed forever. The boy who ruined him might be the only one who really understands him. The one he was raised to hate might be the one to really love him. And that forbidden love? That just might be the one thing that could save them both.

WARNING: //MATURE CONTENT. CONTAINS STEAMY, EROTIC AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL THEMES INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCE (18+). READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. . "Spread your legs for me, sunshine." He ordered and I immediately obliged, my dripping cunt arched to meet his thrusting fingers. "After today," he groaned, placing his dick at the entrance of my cunt. "I don't want anyone fucking you. Only I am allowed to fuck you Nevaeh." "Your body, your pussy belongs to me and no one else. Do you understand?" He said and thrusted deeper into my wet cunt. *** Twenty-two years Nevaeh gets herself caught up in a lifetime sex encounter, when she accidentally bargains to give her professor, who happens to be her best-friend's father, a blow job in exchange for her grades. Since then, she is hooked and can’t stop thinking about the man that made her cum in her pants just by watching him groan in pleasure under her touch. Anthony Martinez, a substitute professor, billionaire and perfect description of a sex symbol, who suffers from a medical condition where he can’t feel the touch of people, for the first time experiences all these feelings come alive when Nevaeh touches him for the first time. Now, he wants her. He needs her desperately and will do everything to keep her hands closer to him even if it means damming the consequences and going down the path of the forbidden to make her his exclusive plaything.