Mistress Slave

I got a car straight from the Lycan Chairman himself—a ride costs more than tens of millions and can turn every traffic light green. I got it because the Lycan Chairman once fell on the battlefield, his heart torn open. And me? I'm the one bound to him by a blood-sealed contract, the only secret healer who could save his life. To win me golden hour for surgeries, I was awarded with such an honored ride. I treated it like sacred ground, kept it hidden in my mate Yorick's underground garage, polished and guarded, ready for the day the Lycan Chairman might need me again. That day came. The summons burned in my hand, urgent and sharp. I rushed to the garage, ready to drive, and the second I approached the garage, a strange woman slid into the back seat. "Take me to the Nighty Bar," she ordered, flipping her hair. "Yorick had waited for me minutes. If he's mad at me being late, I'll make you regret it." My hands froze on the wheel. "This is my car," I told her, calm but firm. "I have urgent business. You need to get out. Now." She sneered. "What a joke. A chauffeur pretending to be the owner? You must have a death wish." Her soldiers glanced at me sideways, voice dripping with disdain. "Everyone in the pack knows that this car is Alpha's exclusive for picking up Selene! You're just a little healer. Do yourself a favor and listen to her." Their words cut sharper than any blade. The car that carried the highest secret of the werewolf race, the car tied to the Chairman's very heartbeat, in their mouths, it was nothing more than a toy. A plaything my mate used to please another she-wolf. They wanted me to bow. To surrender. To sit there, silent, while they spat on me. But what they didn't know, the Lycan Chairman's soldiers were already on their way.

TRIGGER WARNING: Contains sexual content, violence, slavery, and abuse. 18+ only. Read at your own risk. ~ ALPHA IAN ~ I’ve got a stunning wife. But I don’t love her. Hell, I don’t even like her. She’s just there—to be used, by me… and every male I allow. In my pack, power is everything. We share our women. We crush weaker packs for sport. Love? Mates? That’s a fairytale— The Moon Goddess cursed us long ago, and we stopped believing in that shit. But then I raided the Blood Moon Pack… And found her. A filthy little omega. Weak. Fragile. Worthless. She was supposed to be nothing. Yet here I am, obsessed. I can’t stand anyone touching her. I want to tear her clothes off… Grip her thighs and shove myself deep inside her sweet, untouched body. Again. And again. Until she knows who owns her. I want to break her. Mark her. And make her beg for more.

It's my daughter, Noelle Peace's first day at the kindergarten. But the teacher kicks us out instantly. "Mr. Peace's son has been studying here for a year. Since when does he have another daughter?" This leaves me feeling confused. Noelle has only reached the minimum age to start her education. How is it possible for that child to study here for a year? After investigating the truth, I find out that the new assistant, Myra Larson, had enrolled her own child into the same kindergarten as Mrs. Pearce a year ago. I seek her out, only for her to flash her marriage certificate with my husband, George Pearce. "I know you. You've been pestering my husband all these years, haven't you?" The official stamp of the courthouse is shown on the marriage certificate, clear as day. The date is five years ago. But the thing is, George and I have been married for three years.

Si Camilla Lopez ay isang bread winner ng pamilya, siya ang nagpapa-aral sa kaniyang nakababatang kapatid. At the same time isa siyang secretary ng binatang si Akihiro Smith. Isang araw, nalaman na lamang niya na binenta siya ng kaniyang madrasta sa isang baklang nagre-recuit ng mga dalaga at pinilit siyang isama sa isang pribadong lugar. Ng nasa stage na si Camilla upang ibenta na sa mga customer ay wala siyang magawa kundi ang tumayo sa gitna ng stage habang naghihintay kung sino ang bibili sa kaniya. Akala niya ay ang makakabili sa kaniya ay ang isang matandang lalaki, ngunit nagulat na lamang siya ng biglang sumulpot ang boss niya sa kung saan. At binili siya nito sa halagang sampung milyong piso. Akala ni Camilla ay walang kapalit ang pagtulong ng boss niya sa kaniya. Ngunit nagulat siya ng sabihin ni Akihiro Smith sa kaniya na kailangan niyang bayaran ang sampung milyong piso. Ng sabihin ng dalaga na hindi niya kayang bayaran ang sampung milyong piso. Inalok siya ni Akihiro Smith na maging Sex Slave nito. “Be my Sex Slave.” —Akhiro Smith said. Papayag kaya si Camilla Lopez sa inaalok ng kaniyang boss? Ano kaya ang naghihintay kay Camilla once na tanggapin nito ang hinihinging kapalit ng binata?

The tough economy forced a girl named Ivy Jovanika to work even harder. She became a waiter in the very famous Shane Restaurant in her city. Not only that, every night she also uses her time to work. "I want clarity on this relationship. Which do you choose, me or Lilyana--your legal wife?!" Ivy asked, clutching her stomach. That's right, she's pregnant because of what she did with Ed Shane--the owner of the restaurant she works for. "That's not my baby! You have a lot of men, it must be another guy's baby!" snapped Ed Shane as he left the table. While holding back tears, Ivy turned on her cell phone. She was desperate, it felt like all these secrets she could no longer keep alone. Will Ed Shane admit that she is pregnant with his child? Will Ed Shane stick with his opinion? What will happen to Lilyana if she finds out her husband is having an affair? Will Lilyana forgive Ed Shane?

When I was 18, I was abducted and assaulted. Leonardo Ferrante stormed into the hideout with explosives strapped to his body and saved me. As a result, he lost a leg. After getting a prosthetic, he gently wiped away my tears and comforted me. "Don't be silly, Camilla Marino. It's just one leg. Why are you crying over this? I said I will protect you for a lifetime. I won't break my promise." After that, he even risked his life to take revenge for me. No one in the whole wide world dared to provoke me. I once thought I would stay happy like this forever... until his mistress, Vittoria Greco, hands me an invitation to their engagement banquet. "Do you really think he will marry an assaulted woman like you? Leonardo says you're rotten inside and out. Only I deserve to marry him. We're getting engaged next week. Make sure you come join us for the celebration." I stare at the fancy font on the invitation. Then I swing it backhand and slap her across the face 100 times until she bleeds. After that, I have my men call Leonardo. "I will make a bet with you. If you win, you can take your mistress away. But if you lose, I will claim her life!"

"Your life belongs to me and only I will decide when to end your miserable life." "Now strip!" He ordered after roughly pushing me away. "Y..yes Alpha." ***** Annabel had gone through a lot of traumatic experiences, where shoulders she used to cry and depend on became the one raised to watch her downfall; where people she loved betrayed. On the day her father was to sell her off, their pack was attacked by a vengeful Alpha, who wanted nothing but to punish her for her father's crimes. These two broken souls met in a very dramatic way and something seemed to spark between them as they became fated mates. But this Alpha was ready to do anything to make her suffer for her father’s crime.He rejects her but doesn’t let her go. He turns her to his sex slave and abuses her anytime until he starts falling for her. Does she deserve to be happy? Yes, but why was happiness denying her that leverage? Her life became a mess but in that mess, something beautiful was about to sprout. Betrayal, lies, danger and games became the order of the day as they fought to secure their love and throne. How will these broken souls find happiness? Read to find out.

I was five months pregnant when my husband, James Fletcher, allowed his mistress to invade our lives—on the very night of our wedding anniversary. But she didn’t just come to flaunt her presence. She came to take my life. Pregnant and vulnerable, I confronted her, desperately clinging to my dignity. But the fight ended with me tumbling down the staircase, my swollen belly crashing against the cold, hard ground. Blood seeped across the floor, vivid and unrelenting. James only arrived after hearing about his precious mistress’ ordeal. He stood there, staring at the pool of blood, at my broken body. But instead of helping me, he rushed to her side. She had nothing but a few superficial scratches, yet he swept her off to the hospital like she was the one dying. By the time he returned, my child was gone. The doctors barely managed to save me. And what did James do? He struck me in front of everyone, his words sharper than the sting of his hand. "Lisa only wanted to bring you a Christmas gift, and you attacked her out of nowhere! You shameless witch!" “She didn’t force her way in! What nonsense! I gave her the house key ages ago. You just can’t stand that she’s prettier and kinder than you!" “You didn’t just hurt her. You killed my child! You vile, despicable woman. Why couldn’t it have been you instead?” Lisa stood beside him, pretending to comfort him while flashing me a smug, victorious smirk. James’s vicious tirade didn’t stop there. He dragged my name onto the internet, painting me as a monster.

My husband woke me at 2 AM, demanding I come to the hospital to operate on Ava Foster— his first love. When I arrived, Ava was lying ghostly pale in the hospital bed. The chart showed end-stage uremia; she desperately needed a kidney transplant. I explained that her condition was critical, and without a matching donor, there was nothing I could do. My husband mistook my professional assessment for jealousy. He slapped me hard across the face. "What kind of doctor are you?" he snarled. "Are you just going to let her die? Test more people until you find a match!" I rubbed my cheek and nodded calmly. "Actually, we already found one." "Your kidney is compatible with hers. You'll be the donor."

I bought a breathtakingly handsome and sculpted werewolf slave from the magic black market. His rock-hard abs were on full display, and his deep V-lines pointed straight down into his tight, low-slung pants. But once I got him home, it was clear something was very wrong. A low, suppressed growl rumbled constantly in his throat. He stared at me with his golden wolf eyes, looking like he wanted to tear me apart and devour me whole. His body burned like a walking furnace. I thought he had wolfsbane fever and frantically contacted the seller. The seller was silent for three seconds after hearing my description. [My dear witch, is it possible he isn't sick, but just...hungry?] [The kind of hungry...that makes a werewolf want to pin you to a wall and sink his fangs into your neck to mark you?]