Minecraft Fill Command

She thought she was just a wolf. She was wrong. Raven Blackwood, the wild-hearted biker princess of the Iron Fang, is used to ruling the road with steel and fire. But the night Axel Voss; ruthless Alpha of the rival gang claims her as his Luna, her world rips open. Raven isn’t only a wolf. She’s something more. Something dangerous. Something hunted. As her powers awaken, so do her guardians; mystical protectors bound to her bloodline: A dragon trapped in mortal flesh, A siren with a voice that can command the living and the damned and others yet to rise. Each one is drawn to her… body, heart, and soul. Each one destined to fight for her and perhaps claim her. Now Raven stands at the center of a storm: Rival packs warring for dominance, betrayals simmering in the dark, hunters and rogues armed with god-forged weapons and a love so savage it threatens to burn her alive. In a world of chrome and claws, where loyalty cuts deeper than steel and desire is as dangerous as war, Raven must decide Will she surrender to one mate? Or rise as the Luna who commands them all?

“Valerian!” a cry came from outside and my feet rushed to the door, my body having recognised the voice before my brain could comprehend what was happening. I yanked the door open and almost broke down crying at the sight before me, “Queen Lyla!” Bethany gasped from behind me. I scooped her into my arms, my eyes searching for any unwanted presence before rushing her into the living room. “Valerian put me down, we don’t have much time!” she rushed out the command as she struggled to get down. Silently obeying, I put her down, taking note of how she looked and it wasn’t pretty. Her hair, that was always neatly made, looked like a bird’s nest; twigs and leaves hanging from the knots. Her long white sleeping robe dirty and bloody from her waist down, she looked a royal mess; with a bunch of blankets wrapped around her upper half. “My Queen, what happened?” Beth asked as she handed me my medicine bag.

He should have been satisfied. Lucas had dismantled the Montage Empire, reduced its legacy to ash. Arabella Montage had nothing left: no power, no family, no future. Just her name and a heartbeat he hadn’t yet taken. But when he saw her on that auction stage, trembling under harsh lights, something inside him shifted. She was being sold like livestock. A girl once untouchable, now displayed for the highest bidder. He was the architect of her ruin. And still... he bought her. She was the last remaining piece of the empire he had destroyed. And he needed to possess it. To possess her. To own the symbol of everything he had conquered. To fill the aching void that victory hadn't satisfied. She used to be a free bird. Until he clipped her wings. Now, he would remake her. Mold her. Give her purpose again, just so he could tear it all away. Break her. Destroy her, all over again. He didn’t want her dead. Anything was acceptable, as long as her heart kept beating. To her, he’s just another powerful man playing God. But one thing becomes terrifyingly clear: Lucas will keep her heart beating, just so he can be the one to crush it. Again and again

Betrayed by the man she loved. Broken by the pack she called home. Burned alive for carrying his child. Nira thought her story ended the night Alpha Bren chose another woman, ripped her unborn son from her body, and cast her into the flames. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. She awakens in the dark forest, her body scarred, but her heart revived in the rhythm of vengeance, stirring with hot rage. And rage demands blood. On the other side of the border waits Hozrik Nightbourne, Bran's banished uncle, the beast Alpha, the devil whispered about in fireside tales. Dangerous, ruthless, and untamed. A man who made absolutely no apology for his darkness. Now he stands as the only person capable of giving her what she wants. To reclaim her dignity, her vengeance, her throne as Luna, Nira must strike a bargain with the devil himself. But alliances forged in fire are not easily contained. Hozrik’s hunger is primal, his eyes burn with a desire that sees past her scars, past her pain, and straight into the fury that makes her stronger than she has ever been. And just when she has her fill? There is more at play when a greater evil graces the land.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, Harrison Drummond arrives with the woman he's been seeing behind my back. Tears fill Kate McCauley's eyes. Before I even have a chance to speak, she drops to her knees in front of me. "Ms. Kershaw, love isn't about who came first or last. Harrison and I care for each other with all our hearts. Please, let us be together." I turn to look at Harrison. With a heavy heart, he lifts Kate into his arms. The man who's always obsessed with cleanliness now wipes her tears away, not caring about the mess she leaves behind. Without raising his gaze, he says, "Kate has been by my side without any official name or title. I owe her that much. Don't worry, she's not after anything else. Having her here is no more than adding an extra pair of cutlery at the table." With that, he carries Kate into the bedroom and closes the door behind them. He seems to have completely forgotten that today is our wedding anniversary. Does he even remember the other woman who followed him without status seven years ago? I stare at the glowing "Happy Anniversary" sign resting on the table. In that instant, I realize there is no future left for us.

Growing up, Blake Houston uncovered a formidable power within him—one that could wreak havoc and end lives. That was his destiny, a destiny that ominously clouded Earth's prospects for survival. An impending apocalypse hung in the balance, capable of rocking the very foundations of the planet and eradicating humanity in its wake. Ariana Garcia, a senior at NYU, finds herself drawn to her mesmerizing professor. Little does she know, this man was Lucifer in human form. After graduation, she's taken aback to discover that her billionaire boss is her former professor and ex-boyfriend. Coincidence or fate? Can she suppress his urge to sow chaos upon Earth, or will she confront her own downfall? ****** "I crave you, Lucifer, and I don't care if you are from the pit of hell. All I want is to feel your kisses on my body while you fill me up with your cock!" Driven by impulse, he pressed her to the wall, wall, his eyes blazing into hers, as he whispered in a voice filled with desperate allure, one that laid bare his concealed yearnings, "Be cautious about what you wish for, Ari. I'm a feral man on bed. You can attest to that!" "I like feral and you know that!" CAUTION: This story contains erotic, violent, and graphic content that may not be suitable for young readers.

Willow Crest, an 18 year old Senior in High School was born with the gift of Premonitions that came in her dreams. As a Light Witch and a black sheep within her own town, Willow is constantly bullied by her peers, both Witches and regular students at her school. Even with her special skills, she is looked down on as the weakest in her Coven, some seeing her as an outcast as her mother was a Light Witch before her, but her father was a normal human being. Plagued with Depression and Anxiety, Willow was ready to end her torment until a fateful encounter with a tall, mysterious man with smoldering gold and red eyes convinces her that life was worth living. Dante Iscariot, a man that walked in the time of Christ. A participant in many wars. An observer to empires both rising and falling. Though civilizations aged, Dante didn't. No matter how many followers pledged their allegiance to him, no matter how many people he turned with his blood, none of them could fill the emptiness that was left inside of himself. Then one day, he met a young woman with short black hair and violet eyes when visiting a small town in Montana. He planned to turn her until he realized that they had a connection far stronger than he ever imagined. Book 1: Fated to the Werewolf King

Happiness is the only emotion a broken soul can't seem to experience. They can only dream of it and hopefully find serenity to fill the void, with the hopes of one day being able to feel it in their being. Akaiia Bleau Stepanova, is she destined to feel this brokenness forever or does her initial definition even begin to cover what true brokenness feels like? Let the flames of life and death drain my essence. An evil thought that grinds in my brain since I heard of my sentence. A bitterness that made himself at home inside of me. Sometimes I just wish I could change my fate, but yes it is just wishful talk. My story is one full of emotion. Treason, hate, love and pretend. A wild combination, you might say. .... "I do." She says with the most beautiful smile, one that even reaches her eyes. One so rare and truly beautiful to witness. "Aiden River King, what is your answer? Do you take Akaiia Bleau Stepanova as your lawful wedded wife?" The priest questions. As soon as I'm about to answer a voice I remember to clearly ego's through the church walls. ... The tears staining her eyes are like daggers in my chest.

[MATURE CONTENT] "Please..” I begged, my body trembling with want. “Please let me cum. ” Despite my desperate pleas, he smiled, that twisted dark smile that never failed to make my heart stop. His knuckles graze my cheeks as leaned in, the gentleness of his caress was a huge contrast to pain he'd inflicted on me. “Sorry darling.” He rasped, his eyes darkening with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. “You don't deserve it.” *** Aurelia Ravenwood was fed up with her boring love life, but she never had the courage to explore her wild fantasies. After she comes across a peculiar survey site, it rewards her with a sex bucket list that brought her carnal desires to life, a list that requires her to fill in her top three candidates who would help her complete her list. She adds her long time crush and coworker first, followed by a charismatic actor, and finally her enigmatic boss. But her life turns upside down when the list is leaked in her workplace, and the first person to call her in is her boss. Aurelia had feared and expected him to punish her, but instead she gets a shocking offer; He would help her complete her list if she agreed to be his new plaything.

Carrie DeLuca, a not quite normal teenager with lots of behavior issues and a seriously fucked-up life, meets the biggest trouble of her life: a werewolf with lots of anger issues and a clear obsession over her... What can she do? Run as far as possible away from him or stay and try to fight him off? "His strong and big hands tightly gripped around my wrists as he forcefully held them pressed against the door and at the level of my shoulders, feeling my bones hurt so fucking much that I thought they were going to snap after just a little more pressure added. Yet despite the sickening pain I refused to shed a single tear, challengingly looking right back into his glimmering emeralds. "I am not afraid of you," I spat between gritted teeth, noticing that devilish smirk tugging at his naturally pink lips. "How about now?" He wickedly whispered, feeling my entire body fill with pure fear and horror as I watched his eyes change from their emerald green colour to an unnaturally glowing golden, hungrily gazing at me. His hand quickly pressed against my mouth, abruptly silencing that scream that was about to erupt. "Don't bother. No one will believe you,"