Nabokov Pale Fire

She writhing on the sand, her plump, pale body shining in the moonlight, that same intoxicating strawberry milk scent wafting off her in waves. “Please,” she whimpers. She arches her back, her coat sliding down enough to expose her ripe, perfect breasts as she bats her eyelashes up at him. “Please help me.” It’s at that moment that the moonlight shines down on her face just right and Landry feels like his knees are giving out on him.The light glints off her big eyes, so familiar Why this Omega in heat look exactly like the female Alpha he’s fought beside so many times? As the only female alpha, she is strong and brave, and fights alongside alpha King Landry, achieving victory after victory. But one day, she went into heat in front of him ...... When he learns the secret of her disguise as an alpha, will he fulfill his duty to torture her severely? Or will he personally help her ease the pain of her heat?

Mommy, the book says that if a man sleeps for a long time and doesn’t wake up, his lover’s kiss would save him from the sleep. Mommy, you’re Daddy’s wife, quickly go and kiss him!” Aurora was speechless. Which book said that? It sounded like an unsuitable book for teenagers. “Okay,” Aurora said, “Wait a minute.” As she spoke, she walked to Alpha Kai’s bed, bent down, and prepared to kiss him on the lips. Aurora quickly lowered her head and kissed Alpha Kai’s pale face. “Look! He’s not awake.” Aurora said to Asher helplessly, “Don’t read too many fairy tales. No, you can read them, but don’t believe them. Fairy tales are dreamily beautiful, but the reality is not.” As soon as she finished speaking, she found that Alpha Kai’s big hand on the quilt seemed to have moved. Aurora was shocked. ***** Aurora was forced by her Aunt to be the substitute bride for Alpha Kai in place of her cousin Sophia. Against her wish, Aurora agreed so that her aunt will pay for her mother’s medical bills.

Maddox Lincoln, a true blood Alpha infamous for his brutality and carrying a curse which can never be broken.A curse that held him back from claiming her. Annalise Cameron, the fire to his darkness.Yes, fire which not only is capable of lighting up his world but burning it into ashes as well. She is fated to be his yet forbidden to have. His promise to never cross paths with her clashes down when she is in need of protection.He vows to protect her even if it ends him in the process.

The Moon Goddess was worshiped by werewolves. Many years ago, werewolves were just ordinary wolves who were said to be the protectors of the human race. Until one wolf stood up and pleaded with Terra, the mother nature, and the moon goddess to gave them the ability to transform into humans. Their wishes were granted, and werewolves were born. Selene, the Moon Goddess, loves going down into the earth. Along with her moon chariot, driving across the heavens in the night sky. She sits down and dresses as if she were a human, with pale skin and a white silk gown and robe. She is depicted as the goddess who brings romance in the moonlight night. But everything had changed when she saw a werewolf while she's riding in her moon chariot. Sleeping beneath the Sacred Falls, the one she always called home. Alpha Endymion, the werewolf she fell in love with, the dangerous Alpha King of Arcadia. The moon's illicit romance that blooms beneath the Sacred Falls, as the moon deity rises out of a faraway land, speaking for her own heart.

Elena wanted to cry her heart out to whoever would listen, but her heart was dry. She couldn't even find it in her to do anything other than smile, nod politely and recieve the insults and abuse dished out to her. Afterall, she believed that there was nothing she could do. She was above the age of mating and she was still unmated. Each blood moon came and went and the moon goddess in some sort of joke or irony refused to grant her a mate. It wasn't just her lack of a mate, she also couldn't wolf out. No matter how much she tried, it just didn't work. What came to every werewolf so easily ran away from her. Elena felt tired and defeated. Even if she wanted to fight her uncle how would she do it? Physically she was almost the weakest in the pack. Malnutrition had told on her leaving her with extremely pale skin and a skinny body. Sometimes to herself she wondered how she was still alive.

I leaned back limply, lamenting my destiny. "I'm sure Devan is flawed, really. don't you see? he is too Rigid. He's too mysterious. His face was pale, and it was strange. How can his wolf not realize I am his Mate?" I grumbled in protest. Astrid rolled her eyes lazily. "So you're going to keep Arley? Your relationship that you have been in for five years. But Arley not your Mate. come on daughter of Beta, don't break the rules or our Pack will throw you away until you are said to fail," Astrid gave a warning. How many times do I have to say? I love my Arley lover who treats me like a princess, Rather than chasing after a mysterious man like Devan, who was stiff, cold, and too creepy, and he doesn't realize I am his Mate, so I don't have to chase him; either? Are you sure that cruel man is a Lycan? "I asked doubtfully

The night before her wedding, she had a fling with a strange man; on her wedding day, he appeared as her groom's brother. ** “Last night, we had a fling, and today you're married to my brother?!” He scowled, spewing out hot breath on her face. She stuttered, “I..I'm..I'm..” “No!! You can't be married to Ryker! You can't be my brother's wife!” He raged, looking aggrieved as he pulled away from her. Ryker's dominant voice was immediately heard from the stairs, “What's going on here?” Her feet grew cold, and realizing he must have heard their conversation, she grabbed hold of her wedding dress and took to her heels. “Wait!” His commanding voice made her halt in the middle of the passageway. She stood stiff as she heard the sound of his shoes kissing the ground stylishly. His presence behind her made her turn pale in the blink of an eye. Caressing her left shoulder, he whispered sinisterly into her ears “Wifey, what did you do on the night before our wedding?”.

A ruthless mob boss and an undaunting and impulsive female spy; love they say, finds us when we least expect it. Cielo is a 23 year old lady who works as a spy for an illegal institution in Italy. Many years ago, her parents were murdered in cold blood at their home. She losses her brother and grows up to be one of the best in her field. Giovanni Cherisi is the young and ruthless crime boss of Palermo city. He breathes fire, and walks on thorns. He is the perfect image of a walking god. Their path crosses when Cielo's boss sends her on a mission to steal information from Giovanni and the meeting sparks an uncanny romance between the two. Giovanni is a raging fire, Cielo is a melting ice. Would fire and ice ever blend? Or will one consume the other? Life, love and the truth are all at stake as the secrets in their life slowly unfolds before them and they find themselves wrapped in an even bigger plot.

The darkest corners of the world hold the secrets the leaders want you to forget. Deep inside a cabin covered with moss and shadows, those secrets are not yet forgotten. Under the moon, light glistens off of shining stones lining the porch and bundles of herbs drying from the rafters. Candlelight emanates from the interior and warmth surrounds the occupant. Inside this cabin was a forrest witch who was chanting a spell as she added herbs to a small caldron. Smoke rises and electricity fills the room. Her raven hair started to rise and the smoke turned glowing green. Leaves outside the cabin started swirling in the air raising around the cabin forming a circle. “None may find me where I reside, safe in the forrest this witch hides. Safe from the evil doers and safe from their men. None may ever find me again.” Cold. Like ice from an iceberg, his skin molded smoothly across his frame. The envelop in his hands was sealed by the Elder Lords sigil pressed into blood red wax. Slipping his long pale finger, breaking the seal, one word was inside. “Urgente.” His particular talents were once again needed.

On the fifth year of their marriage, finding the vitamin C her husband bought tasted too bitter, Jeanne Dotson went to the hospital with the bottle. The doctor took one look and frowned. "This isn't vitamin C." "I-I'm sorry, Doctor?" "I could say it a dozen times and it'd still be the same," the doctor replied, pointing at the bottle. "This is Mifepristone. Taking too much of it doesn't just cause infertility—it can do serious harm to your body." Jeanne felt a lump stuck in her throat, and her fingers turned pale from clenching the bottle. "That's impossible. My husband got this for me. His name is Darren Walsh—he's a doctor here too." The doctor looked up at her, his expression turning strange, tinged with something she couldn't quite read. After a pause, he gave a small smile. "Miss, you might want to visit the psych ward instead. We all know Dr. Walsh's wife—she gave birth just two months ago. Don't let your imagination run wild, all right? There's no point."