Naomi Lord Mythical Creatures

You are mine now! The sooner you get used to that fact, the better its gonna be for you." "I belong to no one but myself." Nicole cried, but the terrifying mafia man only laughed. "I guess we'll have to see about that."  Nicole Meyer was the only daughter of Christopher Meyer, a heartless and ruthless man whose only concern was fame, wealth and power, and he was willing to sacrifice everything to aquire those things, even at the expense of his own daughter. He had just decided to marry her off to one of his friends for a business alliance, but Nicole decided that she would rather die than marry that man. She was also tired and frustrated of living like a slave in her own father's house so on the day of her wedding, she escaped in her white dress and tried to end it all, but she was rescued by a man whom she later discovered was the head of a dangerous mafia chain. "You were going to end it anyway so clearly you didn't have any need to live. I rescued you so now your life belong to me and i'm going to do with it as i damn well please." "Please don't hurt me." Nicole begged, her lips quivering. "Hurt you?" The man asked. "And just why would i do that when you are the very thing i've been searching for?" "I...i..am?" She stamerred in confusion. "Of course you are darling." He replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You are going to be my bride and the one that is going to producd me an heir."

Princess Zayla was the price of a debt her father couldn’t repay. The man he owed wasn’t ordinary. Lord Asher, cold, cruel, feared in every kingdom, didn’t want gold or lands. He wanted her. And so she was sent into the arms of the man everyone whispered about in fear. Could she survive him? Could she soften the ice around his heart, or was she nothing more than a pawn?

“Come with me,“ he ordered.  “I'm not going anywhere!“ Freya stood her ground, looking up at his blank face.   Something flashed past his dark eyes as he heard her. “You really have some guts, don't you?“   “Well, I don't care what this is. I don't care why I'm in a wedding gown and why I'm being treated like I chose this. You could kill me if you want. But I'm not—”   “Is this about the kiss, my Lady?“ he asked, sounding amused.  Freya wanted the ground to open up and swallow her at that moment. Her face went scarlet red and she almost forgot the other reason why she was angry. “Why should I care about the fact that you didn't kiss me? I barely know you and—”   “Right.“ That was all he said before he gently grabbed her waist and crushed his lips on hers...

Shirley McWood goes into hiding and is captured by the Mafia Lord. She had gambled in one of his casino and lost the bet, owing a huge sum. "I would rather die," She spats out a mouthful of blood. Later, she finds out that her father owes a gigantic debt as well. She strikes a deal with the Billionaire Mafia, thinking she could outsmart him, but fails. Shirley is now left with one option, and that is becoming a stripper in one of his clubs and being his sex slave for three month. Would she take the offer? Or runs away?

I was sold to pay off my father’s debt. But instead of freedom, I found myself owned by a monster in a suit. Emilia never expected her life to be torn apart overnight. Quiet, soft-spoken, and painfully naïve, she was handed over like a transaction, to the most feared Mafia Lord in the city. Lucien Moretti is powerful, ruthless, and cold as ice. He doesn’t need her love, just her obedience. But Emilia isn’t prepared for the way his eyes burn when someone else touches her. Or the way her heart races when he lowers his walls, if only for a second. Everyone says Lucien has no soul. But monsters don’t protect girls like her. And they definitely don’t bleed. As secrets unravel and blood debts resurface, Emilia must decide: is Lucien her captor… or her only chance at survival? In a world of betrayal and danger, she was sold to the devil. But the devil might just be falling for her.

'Napoleon of Crime' yang disandang oleh Profesor Moriarty layaknya harus segera beliau lepaskan dan menyematkannya pada seorang gadis yang hidup 2800 tahun kemudian. Lumiere Crowe Wysteria. Secara ajaib ia terlahir dengan otak kelewat genius bagi para perempuan dan laki-laki. Sayangnya, Lumiere lahir di era yang salah. Yaitu era di mana semuanya kembali ke Zaman Victoria karena semua teknologi modern dan juga tempat tinggal hancur akibat dari perang dunia ketiga yang terjadi pada tahun 2390. Perang yang mengikut sertakan senjata nuklir yang mengakibatkan separuh dari peradaban di dunia ini hancur. Inggris sebagai negeri pemenang mendapatkan hak memerintah global dan mulai menerapkan kembali sistem yang pernah dipakai pada Era Victoria. Dan hal tersebut membuat Lumiere muak dan akhirnya merencanakan untuk menghancurkan sistem kasta sosial tersebut. Cover by AnsGraphic.

Am omega. Dancing for the pleasure of men. Sold to whoever would want to buy her. Did not have a life of her own. A slave. Born by other slaves. Born to listen to other humans and obey their will. Born to give whatever had been asked for her. That was who Anna was. And in a bid to get sold to the next person who would get control of her life, Xandros had appeared out of the blue. The Lycan who everyone heard in myths but hardly saw had come to Abaddon and was placing a bid on her head. She was sold to him. Because Xandros had an Athena who killed herself and his baby and she looked like that Athena. *** She was meant to hate him. Hate her life. But in Khaos, Anna found out she was more than who she thought she was and that changed it all. He was meant to pour out his anger on her. Meant to hate her. She had been cultured to accept whatever he would do to her, without a sound. But when Xandros realized this woman could break even the walls that guarded his heart, Xandros made a promise. Never to let her slip out of his hand.

"Thirty million" I heard a male voice echo round the walls of the hall which silenced everyone. Who would bid that high just to buy me? "Thirty million dollars" the male voice spoke up once again, a young man striding confidently forward like he owned the very building with his bidding card raised up. He was eighty percent taller than everyone in attendance. I sucked in breath at his refined but cold appearance. His tuxedo hugged his body and showed of his impeccable muscles. His dark long hair was slick and let to fall, not a single strand out of place. He had the profile of a greek God but his features lacked warmth and empathy. His brown steel eyes burrowed into mine, a look of disgust on his face for me. "Sold!" the chairman hit the gavel on the table after a brief moment of silence since no one else was willing to bid higher. A wave of ovation took the hall, men chattering amongst themselves and whistling. "Get her ready and bring her to me" he pivoted and sharply ordered one of the armed bodyguards standing close to the podium. He owns me now. **** When a ruthless mafia lord bids for an innocent girl, can her innocense survive in the abyss of his darkness?

"So my one-night stand is now my boss, the father of my three-year-old, and literally called 'The Executioner'?" Lora rebuilt her life as a fierce single mom after one night of rebellion left her pregnant. Her mysterious stranger? Ancient history. Until Lord Erin Marrock—werewolf nobility and part-time executioner—walks into her design firm. Their first meeting involves her calling his demands "corporate peacocking." Their second involves her son casually shifting into a wolf pup during a tantrum at the playground. Now they're locked in the custody battle from hell, complete with his supermodel girlfriends and her nice human boyfriend. But when enemies target their son, mutual hatred becomes irrelevant. Because the only thing more dangerous than a werewolf protecting his heir is a mama protecting her son. Enemies-to-lovers paranormal romance featuring a sharp-tongued single mom and a werewolf with serious control issues.

He was forbidden. My brother's best friend. The most dangerous man in the country. And I signed myself over to him. Eve Thorne had one rule: stay away from Dimitri Valentino. It shouldn't have been difficult. He was ruthless, feared, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only truly dangerous things are. The kind of man who owned nightclubs, commanded armies, and made grown men weep with a single look. The kind of man her brother Mike trusted with his life. The kind of man she had absolutely no business wanting. But one shattered marriage, one bottle of whiskey, and one catastrophically bad decision later, Eve wakes up in Dimitri's bed with a signed contract on the nightstand and six months of her life no longer her own. Her body. His rules. No exceptions. The contract is iron-clad, the penalty clause suffocating — fifty million dollars she doesn't have. And Dimitri Valentino, the Wolf of the Italian underworld, has absolutely no intention of letting her go. He says he'll ruin her for other men. He's not lying. Because beneath the cold control and the thousand-dollar suits is a man who has wanted her for seven sinful years — who has memorized the curve of her smile, the sound of her laugh, and exactly how to take her apart piece by piece until the only word left in her vocabulary is his name. Eve came to him broken, looking to feel wanted. She never expected to feel owned. She never expected to love it. Undressed by the Mafia Lord is a scorching dark romance about forbidden hunger, dangerous obsession, and the catastrophic moment a good girl stops running from the wolf who has always been hunting her. Some contracts change everything. Some men are worth the fine print.