Mha Unchained Predator Novelas e Histórias

“You seem to have forgotten that you’re not marrying a commoner, Alina. You’re marrying the prince of all vampires, so look alive and get me some coffee.” Alina Deluca lives a normal life up in the Californian north. At least that’s what she makes the world believe. Locked within her hypnotising emerald eyes are horrors she could never speak of, even if it killed her. Erick Stayton, the vampire prince, is her nightmare. To her, he was no more than a cold, savage predator that lusted for her blood and took away everything she had during that one traumatising night four years ago. Problem is, she is bound to be his bride. Mustering her every strength to set things right in her awry life, she gets embroiled in an ages-old feud and a struggle for power of mind-boggling proportions. Strangely enough, she finds herself connecting with Erick in ways she never knew she could. Suddenly, everything is not what it seems. Is Erick the heartless monster Alina makes him out to be? Will a vampire law made eons ago be the undoing of the whole vampire race? Will heat-ed passion bloom in these bloodiest of times? Sink your fangs into an exhilarating journey to the supernatural world with Anna Kendra’s The Vampire’s Bride. Packed with plot twists in every turn, this book will surely leave you reeling for more.

"You're making a mistake, Sloane," Finn sneered, packing his bags without a glance. "Ten years, and you're throwing a tantrum now? Go stay at the estate. Cool your head. You'll realize soon enough that no other man is going to tolerate you." A cold smile touched my lips, sharp and entirely devoid of the warmth I had wasted on him for a decade. "You're right, Finn. Other men won't tolerate me," I whispered. "Because a real man won't have to." For ten long years, Sloane Mercer was Finn Hartley's anchor—smoothing over his corporate disasters and staying loyal while he treated her like an option. But when his past flame returns, Finn brutally throws Sloane away, expecting her to crumble. He thinks she went to his family's private estate to cry. He is wrong. Stranded in a storm, Sloane faces the apex predator of the Hartley empire: Knox Hartley. Finn’s billionaire father. A commanding, dangerous titan who built the very world Finn plays in. Knox has watched his ungrateful son neglect a diamond for a decade. Now that Sloane is free, family duty shatters. He doesn't want to comfort his son's ex. He wants to claim her.

Synopsis: His Beautiful Cage Logline: Zara thought she was a ghost in her own life. Luciano knew she was the key to a war that has been brewing for centuries. The Hook: When Zara is snatched from a rain-slicked alley, she expects a ransom demand. Instead, she gets a mansion of marble, reinforced glass, and a man whose gaze feels like a promise and a threat all at once. Luciano is cold, possessive, and dangerous—and he claims he is the only thing standing between Zara and a fate worse than death. The Conflict: Trapped in a "beautiful cage" where every movement is watched by cameras and every breath is monitored, Zara begins to realize her life in the city was a carefully constructed lie. As fragments of a forgotten past—bloody memories and a name that isn't hers—start to surface, the mystery deepens. Luciano isn't just a captor; he’s a man hiding the truth about a supernatural Council and an ancient Seal that is slowly breaking. The Stakes: Outside the mansion walls, shadows are moving. Figures stand in the darkness, waiting for a chance to reclaim what was lost. Inside, the tension between Zara and Luciano reaches a breaking point. Every time he whispers Mi Tesoro or Mi Piccola, the line between protector and predator blurs. Zara must decide: Is she a prisoner of Luciano’s obsession, or is she the bait for a trap that will burn both their worlds to the ground?

So this is how the mate bond feels. A rush of energy, a pull like gravity tightening around us, and an almost maddening awareness of the other person. I wasn’t about to let it sway me though. Sure, the man in front of me is ridiculously perfect, but I wasn’t some love-struck fool who’d drop everything at the first spark of fate. I had a life, plans, and a fiancé waiting for me upstairs. I raised an eyebrow, forcing myself to stay calm even as my heart raced. “Take a number and get in line, sweetheart,” I said coolly, flashing the engagement ring on my finger in front of his gray eyes. “I’m otherwise occupied right now.” …Five years later, when I pushed the door open, my mate remained motionless on a leather couch, his piercing gaze boring into me with a cold detachment that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned back, the casualness of the gesture at odds with the intensity in his eyes. His arms rested lazily on the backrest, but there was nothing relaxed about him. His body was coiled tight, like a predator ready to pounce, and the air between us crackled with tension. “Is my number finally up?” he asks, his tone laced with bitter amusement. “My dear mate.” The words sting, but I can’t deny the truth in them. He is my last chance.

BLURB The first time I looked into Kael Draem’s eyes, I knew he wasn’t a man made for happy endings. He wasn’t crafted from kindness or tenderness. He was a wolf carved from scars and ink, a predator whose heart beat only for power. And yet. When his gaze pinned me in that crowded hall, when his voice claimed me as though the word mine had been written into his very bones, my entire world shifted. Every instinct told me to run. To fight. To hate him for the chains he wrapped around me. But wolves are not creatures of reason. We are bound by instinct, by bond, by a pull stronger than any vow. I told myself I despised him. That I would never bend, never surrender, never let his hands brand my skin with ownership. But then there were nights when the fire between us burned too bright to deny. When the anger blurred into something sharp and breathless. When his lips hovered just above mine, and I hated him so much that it felt like hunger. Kael was chaos. He was violence. He was the darkness I swore I would never crave. And yet every time he touched me, every time he whispered in that low, ruthless voice that I belonged to him, the fragile walls around my heart cracked a little more.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient target for a cruel poker-room bet. The stakes? A vintage motorcycle. The duration? Thirty days of manufactured affection. Now, the countdown is ticking. Between the silk sheets of Jonathan’s penthouse and the shadows of the St. Jude’s library, the line between the game and reality is blurring. Jonathan is the predator who accidentally caught himself in his own trap, growing addicted to the very light he’s destined to extinguish. Benjamin is the lamb who is slowly realizing the wolf isn't just at the door—he’s in his bed. When the moon turns red and the thirty days are up, the truth will do more than just break Benjamin's heart. It will shatter his soul. One month of sweetness. A lifetime of ruin. In the game of hearts, the house always wins... and Jonathan Hayes never plays fair.

For ten years, Xender Stormriven loved Tristan Blackmoor. For three years, he served as the Blackmoor Pack’s secret weapon—a master strategist known in the underworld only as "The Ghost." He played the role of the devoted, submissive mate, enduring Tristan’s coldness and the stinging scent of another wolf on his husband’s skin. He thought loyalty would eventually win Tristan’s heart. He was wrong. Caught in the act with his ex-lover, Tristan throws a divorce decree at Xender’s feet, choosing a "delicate" omega over the soldier who bled to keep his borders safe. He strips Xender of his title and kicks him out of the Blackmoor Pack House into the rain, calling him a "useless drain on the pack." But Tristan made one fatal mistake: He forgot that Xender wasn't just a discarded mate. He is the most feared architect in the Nightfall Territory. Now, the Blackmoor Syndicate is facing a multi-billion credit collapse, and there is only one man who can save them. When Tristan crawls to the legendary Moonshade Atelier to beg for help, he doesn't find a faceless contractor. He finds Xender—flanked by the world’s most powerful Alpha, Lucien Varkane, and looking ready to watch the Blackmoor empire burn. Xender is done playing the victim. In this mafia werewolf world, if you aren't the predator, you're the prey—and the Ghost has finally come to collect his debt.

SYNOPSIS “Please,” he sobbed, “please, I can’t—” “You can't what?” “I can't take it anymore!” “What do you want, Pretty boy? Tell me what you crave right now.” “Fuck me. Please. I need your d*ck in me right now.” —————— Lennon Kesler has always played by the rules—perfect grades, perfect image, perfect obedience… all to survive the iron grip of his homophobic father. But the moment he meets Professor Damian Grayson, the rules crumble. Tall, dark, and dangerously patient, Damian is the professor every student fears… and the man Lennon can’t stop imagining. When a reckless night at a secretive, high‑end club turns into a dangerously intimate encounter, Lennon discovers that the mysterious stranger who whispered his name in ecstasy… is his professor. Damian knows exactly how to push Lennon to the edge—and he has no intention of letting him go. What begins as a forbidden obsession spirals into a relentless game of desire, dominance, and secrets. Rumors, blackmail, and family threats threaten to tear them apart, yet the pull between predator and prey grows impossible to resist. In a world where power, lust, and obsession collide, Lennon must choose: deny who he is, or surrender completely… to Professor Grayson, his dangerous, possessive, and intoxicating favorite sin. Dark, taboo, and unrelentingly sexy, this MM romance will keep you on the edge of obsession.

Two hundred million silver shards. That is the price of my freedom. Thanks to my stepmother’s lethal corporate embezzlement, my family’s legendary MMA training syndicate is ruined, and I’ve been sold like property to liquidate the asset. My buyer? Rhys Stormfang. He is the undefeated, terrifyingly dominant Heavyweight Champion of the Underground Apex Leagues. A brutal, ink-covered predator who rules the cage with iron fists and savage instincts. Our contract is simple: I act as his camp’s Relic Keeper and play the role of his doting public fiancée for one winter cycle, and he clears my family's death-debts. I walked into his training compound with my fangs bared, ready for war against a tyrant. But I wasn't prepared for the suffocating, primal tension between us. I wasn't prepared for the way his massive, scarred hands trace my skin with unexpected tenderness. And I certainly wasn't prepared for our first public kiss—a staged performance that ignited a scorching, feral current between our inner beasts, shattering the boundaries of our fake alliance. The contract says I belong to his camp. But his darkened, blown-out eyes say I belong to him. The canvas is stained with blood, the arena is crawling with corporate traitors, and the clock is ticking. I came to survive a monster... but I might just lose my heart to the King of the Cage.

When my best friend, Tricia Tate, finds out I have secretly switched my husband's used rubber with her father-in-law's, she has a full-on meltdown right then and there. In my last life. Tricia had been abused by her husband and asked to stay at my place for a while. I felt sorry for her and agreed to let her stay temporarily. But just two weeks later, she unexpectedly found out she was pregnant. I was about to ask her what had happened when her husband suddenly showed up and broke my husband's leg before dragging my whole family into court. In court, Tricia sobbed uncontrollably, accusing my husband, Jayden Lowe, of being a predator and claiming he had assaulted her while she was living with us. She said I didn't just ignore it but helped him carry it out. Jayden and I denied everything in court, but she pulled out an amniocentesis report, proving that the baby was indeed Jayden's. The internet exploded with hate against us, and the court sentenced both of us to prison, ordering us to pay her ten million in emotional damages. In the end, Jayden and I went to jail, while Tricia took that ten million, aborted the baby, and lived happily ever after with her husband. When I open my eyes again, I am back to the very day Tricia came to stay at my house.