Page Slayer Novels & Stories

“You will never be my Luna.” Those were the first words Isabella heard from her husband. Sold to the ruthless Alpha King as the price of an alliance, Isabella is nothing more than an unwanted omega—a disposable daughter sacrificed by the very family that should have protected her. Killian never wanted this marriage. Five years ago, a woman saved his life when his enemies left him for dead in the dark forest. Believing Maya was his savior, he swore to make her his Luna and has never wavered from that promise. So Isabella is only a duty. A pact. A burden he refuses to claim. Yet… Every time he touches her, something ignites. A spark too dangerous to ignore. A pull too primal to deny.

"No, Alpha, please stop. You won’t fit," Selena gasped, her eyes wide with fear as she stared at Alpha Zander’s enormous member. "I don’t have that much patience. Be a good Luna and give me an heir," Zander growled, his eyes dark with menacing intensity. He gripped her thighs—rough and hard—spreading her legs wide. With a single, forceful thrust, he breached her innocent barrier and slid deep into her slick heat. * They say marrying the Alpha King is a death sentence. They were right. No she-wolf in her right mind would volunteer to be his bride. Rumor has it, none of his brides lived long enough to even try. They say he’s cursed. They say he’s impotent. A monster who kills to keep his

I clamped my teeth shut, a shudder tearing down my spine as he stretched my aching walls with agonizing slowness. He paused deep inside me, while his thumb pressed softly against my throbbing clit. He began a lazy pump, sliding out until just his fingertips remained. He rubbed my outer walls slowly, grinding his fingertips against my walls with enough friction before pushing them back inside me with a heavy slam. The agonizingly slow friction of his fingers in my drenched pussy while Mia stood two feet away was pure psychological torment. My knees trembled under the barstool, my inner walls clenching around him, drowning his hand in fresh, warm liquid.

Convinced by his mother and girlfriend that Rosa had drugged him to get into his bed, Italian Don Luciano Mancini saw her supposed betrayal as a brutal blow to his pride. Without hearing a single explanation, he divorced her and exiled her from his home and from Italy. Years later, Rosa returned with a secret. Their son was dying. Diagnosed with high-risk acute lymphoblastic leukemia, the boy needed a stem-cell transplant from a biological sibling to survive. To save him, Rosa had to conceive another child—with the one man who despised her. Her ex-husband. Luciano Mancini. Getting pregnant by a devil who hated her was never going to be easy. She hadn't stolen his seed before, but this t

I had no answers to any of these questions, and the unknown of it all sent another wave of shivers down my spine. “Are you ready to come, slut?” he whispered in my ear, and I nodded. His free hand slid between us and flicked my clit. I jumped from the sensation but let the pleasure fill me. He slowly started rubbing my nerves, while his movements with the knife were getting faster. The pressure was consistently building in my lower abdomen, and I needed something small to make me explode, to push me over the edge.

I shouldn't be thinking about her, she was my fiancee's sister. But hell, Ashley wasn't like Tyla. She didn't wear layers of makeup to look beautiful. Fuck. I wondered what she doing right now because i wanted her again. "Mr. Hollen?" A voice interrupted my thoughts. One of the investors was staring at me, waiting for an answer. "I asked what's the strategy for the new market expansion in Asia?" He repeated carefully. Everyone else was looking at me. "This meeting is over," I said, my voice final. A few mouths opened, but no one spoke.

'It better pay us off,' Aesthelia said in her mind, with determination, as she pushed the entrance door open in a very careful manner. The creaking sound echoed, which made her nervous, but once they were inside, They are greeted by a million books. The bookshelves were so huge they reached the ceiling. Aesthelia's jaw dropped just by staring at it. As a writer slash reader, it feels like she's on cloud nine. It's her dream that came true. "Why are you drooling for?" Gior inquired, perplexed. Aesthelia stared at Gior in disbelief, but before Aesthelia could even talk back, a voice asked.

"Ah, no, please let me go! I can't do it again," Sofia cried to Leonardo. "You can. Now be a good girl. You're my wife, and it's your duty to serve me at any time," Leonardo groaned. Sofia's life takes an unexpected turn when she's forced to marry a billionaire mafia boss because her stepsister backs out. Sofia shuns the idea of marrying a wealthy man after her mother's life of hardship. However, her stepmother trades her off to the ruthless billionaire, Leonardo Morelli, in exchange for a business deal. Known as the devil, Leonardo Morelli lives up to his reputation—cold-hearted and merciless. He has never met Sofia but despises her, believing she's the daughter of a whore. Although

Alan droned. I looked at the slide, but I didn't see the legal text. I saw her: Chloe, bare and trembling on the desk, looking up at me, challenging my authority with every tear of rage. The liability clause is structurally weak. Was Alan watching me too closely? Did he see the sheen of sweat on my forehead? I forced my gaze around the table. My board members were old money, calculating, loyal only to profit, all looked like judges.

I climbed down from the bed and walked to the desk, on the screen was Paige. Cristela walked out of the bathroom with a hand towel, some parts of her face was still wet. “Paige." I told her stretching the phone to her. She was reluctant to take it. “Hello…" Cristela said dropping the phone on the desk and turning on the loudspeaker. “Hey Cee." Paige said. Cristela was quiet. “I'm calling be-because I saw….I was scrolling through I*******m and saw your picture…Ancho announced you as their new model." Paige said.