Outcast Star Wars

Warning: Smut! Smut!! Smut!!! Rated 18. Captured by an Alpha Daddy for Christmas contains possessive alpha behavior, forced proximity, age-gap romance, plus-size heroine, daddy-dom dynamics, jealousy, obsessive protectiveness, power imbalance, and holiday-season intimacy. Not suitable for readers under 18. ~~~ Dumped a week before Christmas, Annabelle “Belle” Evans forfeits her plan to spend Christmas with her narcissistic boyfriend in New York, and agrees to travel back home to Big Bear Lake with her perfect model sister and her nerdy brother-in-law. But a funny Christmas wish has other plans for her. When their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, Belle wanders off for help and finds herself cornered by a wolf in the snowy woods. Just when she thinks she’s about to be torn to pieces, a massive stranger appears—tall, broad, and sinfully hot, his eyes glowing amber in the moonlight. He saves her life… and then claims her as his. He takes her to his secluded cabin deep in the woods, refusing to let her leave until she’s “healed.” But the way his hands linger on her skin, the way he looks at her curves like she’s a meal he needs to taste, Belle starts to realize the wound he really wants to tend to is the one between her thighs. He’s dangerous. He’s dominant. He’s sexy. He’s everything she wished for when she jokingly wrote to Santa for a “hot werewolf boyfriend.” Now she’s trapped in his arms, a prisoner to his touch, his heat, his growl, and the wild, wicked love burning between them might just make this her best Christmas ever.

She walked in and stopped immediately she saw her reflection on the mirror and casted a deep smile within herself. A smile of self satisfaction. A lot has happened within this past few years, when she was sold as a bait of sex toy to a ruthless Alpha of all Alpha's, Ricky! How she managed to melt the heart of the cold hearted alpha and gave him love instead and a son as a blessing but that's the tip of the ice berg. On the day, Alpha Ricky was supposed to mark her as his lawfully mated Luna. He flee and rejected her mercilessly. Now, she's turn to her revenge, she's no longer the weak girl anymore, she's now the Luna of Zion pack, she has grown into a powerful lady that has men crawl to her feet. Her name is Laura Nikita! Author's note: Dear Readers, this is not a regular Lovey dovey romance as usual from me, this is about vengeance, abused and forced sex. Avoid it at all cost,if you're weak hearted. I warned you after all...

“Oh my… ang aking Kapitan! Mabuti naman naalala mo ako! Hmp malapit ng magtampo sa’yo si Lola. Ilan taon na din ang nakalipas.” Sabi ni lola ng may pagtatampo sa kaniyang tinig. “Magagawa ba naman kitang tiisin, ikaw ata ang pinaka-mamahal kong Lola!” nakangiti kong sagot kay Lola sabay yakap sa kaniya. Habang masaya akong bumabati kay Lola ay isang pigura ng babaeng nakatalikod ang unti-unting tumayo at nakangiting humarap sa amin. Si Yvette. Hindi ko inaasahan na dadating siya ngayong araw. Nakangiti siya pero makikita sa kaniyang mata ang kakaibang lungkot, isang damdamin na kahit anong tago ang gawin ay hindi niya maitatanggi. Si Yvette ang dati kong karelasyon at muntik ko ng mahalin matapos kong aliwin ang aking sarili ng malaman kong naging boyfriend ni Karmela si Andrew. Tumaas ang kilay ko ng makita ko siya. Wala naman akong pakielam sa kaniya pero knowing Yvette? Paniguradong gagawa siya ng eksena at ayokong matakot si Karmela dahil sa kaniya. Lumapit siya sa akin at nag beso. Nakangiti niya akong binati ngunit may halong pait sa kaniyang boses “My Captain Xian Herrera… its nice to see you again. Ang tagal na din ng huli nating pagkikila” may panunuya siyang tumingin kay Karmela at mapait ng ngumiti sa kaniya “siya ba? Siya ba ang dahilan kung bakit hindi mo ako sinuyo? Kaya naman pala bigla kang nawala sa picture. May bago ka na palang pinagkaka-abalahan!” Nang marinig ko ang sinabing iyon ni Yvette ay alam kong hindi lang iyon simpleng pagpuna. Naramdaman ko sa kaniyang boses ang matinding hinanakit. Kinapitan ko ng mahigpit ang kamay ni Karmela at tinignan siya na parang sinasabing “ huwag kang mag-alala hindi kita pababayaan.”

Uhmm..I.... " Taylor was speechless, her legs wobbly. "You used my lips pretty" His husky baritone voice melted her. "I... how much do you want? Taylor stuttered. "I want you, I want to taste your sugar lips again" "When a drunken kiss sparks a secret pregnancy, Taylor's life is turned upside down. Forced into a contract marriage with the enigmatic billionaire Zan, she must navigate his cold exterior and his family's disdain. But as their fake marriage becomes all too real, Taylor must confront the secrets of her past and the true depths of Zan's heart. Will their love be enough to overcome the obstacles in their path, or will it tear them apart?"

Candice crystal Falls: Bubbly, fun loving girl with a perfect family who cares about her so much as she is their single child. She can be very fiesty and sarcastic if you get on her bad side. About her looks she is a blonde beauty with grey eye's , luscious waist length blond hair and a milky white skin tone. Her height is 5'6 with long legs and her body is just like any model. Zachary Achile DeLuca: Italian Billionaire, Arrogant and cold are the perfect words to describe him, he doesn't give a shit to any person except his best friend nicholas. He's HOT & HANDSOME, you can say like a gift to mankind with 6'1 feet height , messy dark brown hair with dark blue almost black eye's. he and his best friend nicholas are known as the richest people on planet and won hottest bachelor award. If you try to mess with him, he will remove your existence from the planet. So you can say he holds grudges and sorry to forget he's a playboy. Girl's are desperate to get his attention. He get's what he want's and now he wants candice and he will get her either by easy way or the hard.

I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”

“I hope you're not fooled by my sweet looks Clair?” Emelia pushed her out her way, before closing the door, she stopped, turned, and stared at her from head to toe. “Don't be mistaken, I do want a man in the streets but a beast in bed” Poison to death by her husband and lover, Emelia Zorah is granted a second chance at life. She wants nothing but to stay as far away from him as possible, 5 years ago she had loved him but now was different. She despised even the air he breathed. Escaping the lights of marriage from her destined mate, she lands in his brother's arms, but what seems like a saving option in time turns out to be the blazing fire she dived from the firepan into.

Bella had spent her whole life feeling invisible. No matter how much she longed for love, it always slipped through her fingers. How could it not, when her twin sister, Ella, was the perfect one? The one everyone adored? The one who could do no wrong? And Bella? She was just there. A painful reminder of the sister they lost ,Isabella. The sister whose death was somehow Bella’s fault. The stares, whispers, anxiety, sleepless nights, sleepwalking that blurred the line between dreams and reality, but she had learned to live with it . But then, Ella’s wedding changed everything. Ella was supposed to marry ,scout Cromwell. Cold. Ruthless. A man people feared more than they admired. But the night before the wedding, she disappeared. No warning. No goodbye. Just gone. And Bella? They didn’t ask her. They made her take Ella’s place. From the moment she met Scout’s gaze , she knew she was trapped. Those dark, unreadable eyes held a silent promise,I own you now. No escape. Hatred turned into something else. Something dangerous. It crept in slowly, in stolen glances and quiet moments. In the way his touch, once ice-cold, started to linger. In the way he looked at her like she was finally worth seeing. For the first time in her life, Bella felt wanted. And just when she dared to believe it was real. Ella came back. Now, they all expect her to step aside. To diappear like she always does . But how can she, when ,for the first time ,someone is finally seeing her? When, for the first time, she’s the one being chosen? Is she really supposed to disappear again? Or will she finally fight for the love she never thought she’d have?

After my death, I found myself inside a romance strategy game, where the system assigned me three male leads. If I followed its instructions and successfully captured the heart of any one of them, I would return alive and well in the real world. Drawing on my experience, I crafted careful scripts to win their affection. Yet, every attempt ended in failure. The reason was simple: each of them had already fallen for the dazzling heroine of their world. They hurled cruel words at me, as if wishing I would just drop dead. In the end, I fulfilled their desire—when my strategies failed, the system erased me. But the moment I died, they all regretted it. One by one, they begged the heavens to return me to them.

The intern my husband brings home feeds our son hard liquor. My husband merely says I'm making a mountain out of a molehill when he finds out. Ultimately, our son dies. After his death, I leave the country to be with my parents. That's when my husband regrets everything.