Naruto Knife

Everyone gets their wolf when they turn 18, but I lost mine. ** Now, I'm a rogue, a wolfless rogue. Life is hard, even more so than death, but I have to continue on, as the last survivor and the only hope for my people, for I was told that there is one man who can help me, and I must find him. Fate led me to Moonstone Pack. In the possession of its powerful Alpha, I couldn’t help but wonder, was he the one? I had no way of knowing, what the cruel but extremely handsome man brought to me was not hope. It was rejection and destruction. ** His breath was hot as it twirled with mine, his deep voice rough with desire. "These lips, this body, and this heart. "Mine." I shivered and moaned, "Even if you find out who I really am?" "I don't care who you are or what you are–" A pained gasp flew from his lips and his amber eyes widened at the dagger embedded in his chest. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and blood was dripping from my hand that was still clutching the knife's hilt. "But I do."

The past never stays buried forever... The past caught up with Harper Carrington in the cruelest way. After tragedy summoned her home to Virginia's Blue Ridge mountains, she was confronted with another twist of the knife – Wyck, her first love who abandoned her fifteen years before and disappeared off the map. Wyck Ward never planned to see Harper again after her powerful father exiled him from Carrington Ridge. Consumed by the desire for revenge, Wyck spent over a decade systematically destroying the man's corrupt legacy. But with his enemy suddenly dead, Wyck realizes his all-consuming vendetta could cost him what his fractured soul needs - Harper. Join Harper and Wyck as they discover if some hearts are too damaged to ever mend or if even the coldest embers can flare back to life when two fractured souls find the pieces they’ve been missing. If you enjoy small town, second chance romances with complex characters, all the feels, a side of steam, and lots of twisty mountain roads, you'll love this first book in the new Carrington Ridge series.

Isolde was on the run after committing an unforgivable crime in her brothel. She flees for her life but finds herself trapped in the devil’s lair, a domain owned by the cursed rogue lycan lord, Draco. This cruel fate was the beginning of her torture as Isolde was captured and chosen as Draco’s Breeder. Being chosen as a breeder for the dark lord was a sentence, especially for a savage male who had murdered nine of his Lunas. Now she faced the same fate as his previous Lunas. Isolde must do all she can to stay alive and save her sister from the Dark lord. She strives and learns to navigate a world dominated by ferocious and savage males who want nothing but to exterminate her. In the process, she learns a deep, lost secret that changes her life forever. Will Isolde flee or stay now that Draco’s secrets and the key to his survival lie in the palm of her hands? What happens when the demons from her past come back to haunt her? Content Warning. This book gets darker the further the story unfolds. So be prepared for the MM scenes, knife play and a lot more others.

When I accompany my best friend, Olivia Martin, to the hotel in hopes of catching her partner in the act red-handed, I end up catching my own husband, Wilson Gunner, instead. I don't break down in tears, nor do I throw a tantrum. In fact, I even shoot a smile at the young lady who's with Wilson. "Don't worry. I'll keep this a secret." The lady shoots me a grateful look before stumbling out of the hotel room haphazardly. Not only does Wilson not feel any sense of shame, but he also looks at me approvingly. "I knew you were sensible enough to not cause a fuss. Since you're a plastic surgeon, you should know that it's rare to see young ladies who have never gone under the knife nowadays. "The woman from earlier is au naturale. Besides, she's all clean and pure, so you have nothing to worry about." I lower my gaze and nod gently in agreement. But I don't plan on telling Wilson that the so-called au naturale woman was still a young man last week.

Rejected. Abandoned. Marked by fate. Eighteen-year-old Aria Lane has just found out her mate is none other than the cold, ruthless Alpha, Kael Blackthorne. He immediately rejects her in front of the entire pack. Kael made it so obvious that she wasn't good enough for him, not even close. But fate might have its plans. When a mysterious plague and looming war threaten the Lycan Territories, Aria returns to the pack that ruined her. Kael, wracked with guilt and betrayed by those he trusted, will do anything to reclaim what he once rejected. But Aria is no longer the timid girl he shattered. She's stronger, smarter, and she has secrets that can bring his entire world crashing down. As a fallen goddess manipulates the supernatural world against one another and a curse threatens to annihilate everything, Aria and Kael must navigate a bond forged by the moon and a love tainted by betrayal. But this is not just the normal world, it's one where trust is a knife and love can kill. In a world where love can kill and trust is a blade, will their second chance heal the wounds of the past? Or will destiny demand their last sacrifice?

My newlywed husband forces me, a late-stage liver cancer patient, to drink hard liquor just to please his secretary. When the secretary later stages a setup, pretending to take a knife for him, she loses too much blood. In a panic, he demands that I give her a blood transfusion. I name my price—ten million dollars. He sneers. "Your blood really is worth its weight in gold, huh?" Of course it is. A liver cancer patient's blood doesn't come cheap. Later, when his precious secretary crashes into my car, he mocks me again. "You caused the accident on purpose, didn't you? Stop pretending—you just want more money. Wendy Yaeger, you disgust me." I'm done. All I want now is to get that divorce certificate before I die, but he looks down at me with disdain. "Don't use such pathetic tricks to get my attention. You're not even qualified to negotiate with me." Fine. Once I'm dead, the marriage will end on its own.

I was the princess sent over by the Werewolf Kingdom for an arranged marriage. I was also meant to be the blood bag of Count Dracula. In my past life, I helped him rule the Bloodsucking Empire. I willingly allowed him to drain my werewolf blood and even risked a dangerous pregnancy by having a baby of mixed bloodline. However, all Dracula did was watch his frail childhood crush dig out the baby from my body to save her life. It was only before I died that I realized he had never loved me. All I was to him was a mobile blood bank. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the Blood Moon Party when I was five months pregnant. Dracula raised the knife with silver blade in his hand. "Be good. All I need is some blood to save Anna." This time, I did not fight back as I did in my previous life. Dracula mistook it for obedience. He had no idea that the Werewolf Princess who had once loved him with her life had become mates with the highly aggressive Alpha King of the Werewolf Kingdom.

“ I'll make sure you regret this. I'll take away every calm in your life. Everything you could ever love. I'll completely ruin you.” The thought of her pulling a knife to my throat brought a jolt of excitement to my lower belly. For a woman who hated the mafia she played the part well. An unofficial ice queen with a lot of emotion raw on display. I couldn't wait for all the emotions I could get out of her. “I'd like to see you try baby girl.” I replied with a grin tightening my hold of her hands getting another glare from her. The priest cleared his throat bringing us out of her little death play. “ Do you Aleksei Vadik, take Ava Addams as your lovely wedded wife in battles and in strength?” “Yes.” I responded confidently. °°° Being a part of the Mafia had their pros and cons. Ava as a matter of fact hated being the Bratva’s daughter. Who knew a night with the wrong stranger could turn her life around in the worst possible way.

After Ryan Spencer cheated on me again with his secretary, I completely lost it. When my mind started to spiral, I grabbed the fruit knife off the table. I just wanted it to end. “Why are you hurting yourself again? He doesn’t love you anymore?” I looked up. The sixteen-year-old Ryan was walking toward me, heartbreak written all over his face. His voice was gentle. “Tell me who he is. I’ll make him pay.” I stared into the bright, earnest eyes of the boy standing in front of me. I didn’t say a word. I simply lifted my hand and pointed at his face. Later, Ryan was the one who had me admitted to a psychiatric hospital. When the sedative began to wear off, the teenage boy appeared again, sitting by my bed. He stared at the man outside who looked just like him. The light in his eyes faded little by little. Then he spoke, his voice strained. “I don’t care who he is. I’ll kill him.” The sixteen-year-old Ryan never lied to me. When he said something, he meant it.

My mate, Alpha Ryan, started skipping my healer's appointments after I got pregnant. He always blamed pack business. But I found him at the clinic anyway. He was with another pregnant she-wolf—his childhood friend, Bonnie. He held her with a tenderness he no longer gave me. "I'll take responsibility for this child," he promised her. "He'll be safe." His words shattered my world. Their child? I stormed in to confront them and saw it: his temporary mark on her neck. He swore the pup wasn't his. He claimed a rogue attacked her and the mark was only for protection. His lie was a knife twisting in our mate bond. I was carrying his pure-blooded heir. But he let the pack brand my child a bastard, while hailing her half-blood pup as his true heir. To protect Bonnie, he locked me in a silver-laced cell. The silver was a living death. He didn't realize his mistake until I took the forbidden herbs, sacrificing our child and collapsing in a pool of my own blood. Only then did he cradle my broken body, begging for a forgiveness I would never give.