Outer Banks Drew Starkey

Rainy nights in Sicelia were always thick with the stench of rust and gunpowder. Rumors had circulated that the newly appointed Don of the Romano family, one of the most powerful mafia clans, had been badly disfigured in a fire. His temper had grown brutal, and three fiancées had already been driven to terror. When the news reached the Deluca family estate, my so-called sister had collapsed in tears and begged me to take her place and honor the engagement. I had watched her act in silence before kicking her to the floor. I had said calmly, "When I was brought back into this family, you were afraid of losing your status. You rushed to secure the marriage alliance to protect your position. Now that your fiancé is disfigured and you can't bear to face that scarred monster, you want to shove me into the flames instead?" At that moment, my childhood sweetheart had burst through the door. He bent down and helped my fake sister to her feet, his concern plain to see. "Elena, don't be so ungrateful," he snapped. "This marriage was yours from the beginning. Now it's simply returning to its rightful owner. Tomorrow, I'll be holding a grand wedding with Rosa. As for you, you can obediently go and serve that monster." My parents had stormed in as well, pointing at me and cursing without restraint. As I looked at the selfish faces before me, I drew a slow breath. Resolve hardened in my eyes. "Fine," I had said quietly. "Then all of you can come down to hell with me."

The scholarship student, Izzy Waite, whom Craig Green had been funding, decided to seek some thrills by engaging in group intimacy in the open sea. They messed around in a way that drew blood and unintentionally attracted a shark. I risked my life to drag her back to shore. Once we made it to land, I warned her the ocean was full of bacteria and that she should get a check-up, just in case. She nodded and pretended to listen. However, the moment I turned my back, she ran to Craig, claiming I’d slandered her reputation. She even threatened to throw herself back into the ocean in some dramatic attempt to end it all. Craig was furious. Without giving me a chance to explain, he shoved me into the mouth of a massive, still-living shark. I beat against the inside of that monster’s stomach, screaming for help. The fishermen on the beach panicked at the sight. “Mr. Craig, please. This’ll kill her!” Craig simply held the weeping Izzy in his arms and sneered. “I heard people can survive inside a shark for a whole month. Doesn’t she love studying marine biology? Now, she can do some real research from inside.” Trapped in utter darkness, I curled up, gently cradling my belly. “Baby, this time, Mommy can’t protect you…” One month later, Craig finally came to gut the shark himself and bring me home. Unfortunately, all he found on the wind-swept shore was a skeleton.

In a world where different creatures mingled with humans, despite struggling with the world's hardships, fighting for survival, and attempting to escape the clutches of the night creatures, humans, no matter what they did, always ended up as a tool for survival. On their quest to acquire power, freedom, and wealth, this dark power's only source of survival was through one soul; the soul of a freeborn. This soul, being an embodiment of power, could change anything and everything. Kate Warren was this soul. She was a young, spirited woman whose soul was purer than a dove and was sought by different creatures who would do anything to take everything from her. Her soul was a power treasure for the demons and a great source of energy for the witches, while her blood was the life-sustaining elixir for the night creatures. All these things they sought were the keys to unlocking power. Kate was the only survivor in her town when a massacre took place that caused the deaths of her family. Unknown to her, she was the motive behind the massacre. Her bad days changed for the worst when she got abducted by a demon. Facing the chaos surrounding her and building a strong shield around herself Kate found solace in the arms of the night whisper. The whispers of the night had a certain attraction for her. It always drew her to Clarence Roosevelt, whose name shook her very soul and core, and was also death and life to her. Having discovered that the only person who can lead her into and also away from destruction is herself, will she save herself and others from destruction, or will she be the destruction itself? “All she needed to do was listen to the Night Whispers”.

Elise Everton bore the hatred towards the man that destroyed her family and clan. She vowed to take revenge after she was adopted by her father's best friend, Alpha Kingston Gomez. She fell in love with the Alpha's son, Anderson and ended up as his girlfriend. The moon goddess also paired them as mates but what she didn't expect was his betrayal. She caught him in bed with his cousin and he brutally rejected her. Still filled with pain from the rejection, she got herself drunk and ended up in bed with three hot escorts. “ You are drunk, little girl,” one of them said, his deep voice pierced through her drunken state. “ I am drunk with the desire to make you all mine," Elise responded, her eyes twinkling with lust. He drew her close to himself, searching those piercing hazel eyes. “ Once you are ours, you can never escape. You will be ours for eternity.” “ Deal!" Little did Elise realise she just made a deal with the monstrous Alpha Prince and his brothers. What would happen when Elise realized she didn't only make a deal with them but they were also her second chance mate? Filled with rage and hatred, she decided to reject them. Alas, she was caught off guard when her rejection fell through. Still seething with anger, Elise was determined to get her revenge. What would be the fate of these enemies? Will cupid triumph over them or will the arrow of revenge eat them up?

CONTENT WARNING: This dark romance contains explicit sexual content (edging, power play, rough & possessive sex, public humiliation, obsession)...For 18+ readers only. HEA guaranteed, but the journey is filthy, twisted, and unapologetically sinful... “You think you can run from me, LittleSin?” Jax growls low against her throat, his fingers sliding slowly between her thighs, circling her clit with torturous precision. “Every moan you posted… every filthy promise you whispered to the camera… that was mine. Beg again. Louder this time. Let the whole city hear how soaked you get when I tie you up in sin.” He edges her mercilessly then stops with a wicked smile. “One woman was never enough… until you. Now you’re everything. And I’m going to prove it every single night with my actions, my fingers, my tongue and my cock, until you forget what it feels like to doubt me.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~Raven Sinclair was raised to fear men, to crave the convent’s cold safety. But her secret rebellion as LittleSin drew the deadliest hunter: Jax Blackwood, the billionaire she once robbed and ghosted, now playing her “husband” in a dangerous game of fake amnesia and raw obsession. Trapped in his penthouse, every touch is punishment and promise. Betrayals explode, masks shatter, love proves more dangerous than any lie. When the world tries to shame her, Raven reclaims every inch of her desire and Jax proves, night after filthy night, that one woman is more than enough.~~

The scent of pine and damp earth clung to the air as the full moon created long shadows across the Ancient Clearing. Tonight, was supposed to be our marking ceremony, a sacred ritual binding Alpha Anderson and his chosen Luna before the eyes of the Frostmoon Pack. “My heart,” his gaze locked on Leah, who stood under the moonlight “has always belonged to another. My first love, the one whose spirit has been weakened by the venom of wolfsbane, is my Luna.” He drew Leah closer, his hand possessively circling her waist. Under the watchful gaze of the moon, he smiled. “Our traditions are clear,” he continued, “Only the woman who stands with me at this altar, witnessed by all, shall be my Luna. Though I had always thought that Irene was my mate which I mistakenly marked a time ago. But thanks to the goddess for making me see clearly before it was too late.” They exchanged vows beneath the trees, witnessed by the werewolves and the Moon Goddess. The silver crowns were placed, the ceremonial kiss sealed their bond. I stood hidden in the shadows of the surrounding forest. For twelve years, from the moment my wolf recognized his at eighteen until my thirtieth moon cycle, my love for Anderson had never changed. But his heart, it was clear, belonged to Leah. If that was the truth, then I would release him. He had never truly seen me, never truly cared. Yet, the act of my departure seemed to unravel him in ways I couldn’t understand.

"I'll make sure my kiss burns into you, driving you wild and haunting your dreams every night." Hinding-hindi makakalimutan ni Clein ang araw na iyon. Ang araw ng kasal ng bestfriend niya at ang araw rin kung kailan siya unang nabastos sa buong buhay niya. Akalain mong paglabas niya ng cr sa hotel ay may isang gwapo at matangkad na lalake ang humarang sa kaniya at nag-offer ng blank cheque para lamang maikama siya! Clein shredded the check and threw it in the man’s face. “He’s insane! Oh, my, I can’t believe those kind of men exist! Kahit guwapo siya ay wala akong pakialam! Ang bastos! Ang pangit rin ng ugali niya!” Humiling siya na sana ay hindi na niya muling makatagpo ang lalake ngunit pinaglalaruan talaga siya ng tadhana! She discovered the man was none other than Clauze Lexus Ravano, an arrogant billionaire with the world at his feet-and worse, he was a close friend of her boss. And now, Clauze wasn't just offering money. He was weaving a seductive game, one laced with power, charm, and persistence. Clein wasn't easily swayed, but as he pushed harder, it wasn't just his motives that became unclear-it was her own. How long could Clein resist when everything about Clauze drew her in, even the darkness beneath his intentions?

"Mate!" He growled, grabbing her by the waist as he leaned in to sniff her neck. Her mouth hung open in shock and her eyes bulged as he swiftly dodged a spear sent their way, carrying her along with him, his nose still on her neck. Who was this stranger? And how could he cling onto her this way in the middle of a battle? Wasn't he afraid of death? On the clanging of the iron spear against the floor, her eyes went even wider as the red veins in them began to get visible. Wait a minute! She raised her right knee into his groin just then and he let out a loud groan before letting go of her. On seeing his face, an angry snarl formed on her lips and she drew her gun, disgust filling up her entire being. This was the face of their worst enemy, the face of the man she was meant to kill, the face of a known lunatic. How dare he cling unto her that way with his wet snot on her neck? "Mate?" He moaned softly as he put his hands up in the air, his piercing eyes never leaving her face. Mate? Was he out of his ducking mind? Was he ... like possessed by an animal spirit or something? 'Shoot on sight.' The words of her commander rang in her ears, startling her. ***** He is the all powerful Alpha of the wolves, dangerous, bloodthirsty and the archenemy of the humans but what happens when the moon goodness curses his fate by mating him to a human? Would he lose his infamous reputation for her sake or go through eternal suffering by letting her go?

The nights in Vicente were a coexistence of order and gunfire. Tonight was the wedding, ten years overdue, between Anthony Oliver, the don of the Oliver mafia family, and Mabel Samson, the woman who had stood beside him through bloodshed, betrayals, and underworld wars. A top-tier luxury hotel had been cleared by the family's soldati. Below them glittered a sea of city lights; above them bloomed fireworks commissioned for the future Donna alone. The man known for his ruthlessness knelt on one knee with a rare diamond ring, his eyes filled with rare tenderness. "Mabel," he said, "you walked through hell at my side. Let me give you peace for the rest of your life." It seemed that all the sacrifices and patience had finally led somewhere. However, just as Mabel's fingers were about to touch the ring, a piercing scream came from above. "Don't! Anthony! Save me!" That single cry drew all of Anthony's attention away. The girl was not unfamiliar to Mabel. Two years earlier, Anthony's twin brother had been tortured to death by a rival mafia family while covering his retreat. His body was never recovered. And Cheryl Reyes was the fiancée he had protected with his life. Mabel watched as the man she loved abandoned everything without hesitation and ran toward another woman. She stepped forward and tried to stop him. "Don't go. The wedding isn't over." However, when their eyes met, the Don accused her coldly of being heartless and selfish. And in that moment, Mabel felt tired. Perhaps it was time, just once, to choose herself over the Family.

He went to my backside and started trailing his kisses on my back. "I want you to stay still for me Addie. Can you do that for me?" I was moaning my answers, I just couldn't seem to think. "Answer me, Adriana, I will reward you with every answer you give me." ***** Adriana is a very successful business woman. She had powerful, successful, wealthy men and women on her grips. Coming from a dark world of prostitution she knows how to make money. She's the daughter of a very dangerous and notorious business man. She never had boyfriends, she had lovers, she enjoyed sex, one thing for sure, she would never commit. She was daddy's little girl. She loved her father more than anything in the world. ***** Alexander is a very handsome playboy actor. He wasn't always this wealthy. But he was an inspiring actor, and he had fucked his way up the ladder. He'd do anything for power, for money. He craved the envious looks of other people when they saw him bathed in luxury and beauty. He's your typical male specimen with ripples of muscles and face to kiss and licked. He's your sex on a stick and he knows it and had play it to his advantage numerous times before. He was on the top of his game after twenty years being in the industry. That was why it shocked him, when his agent Drew told him to call a very expensive escort service, to fix him a date for his next premier. Alexander was not ready when he called Adriana, her voice gave him the chills down below his belt.