Paranormal-reverse Harem Mga Nobela at Kwento

And this time… they want me. This is a Dark Step Brother Bully Romance with themes of reverse harem. ____ The book contains explicit scenes, including sexual content and violence, intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. The author does not promote, endorse, or participate in any of the actions depicted in this work. This is purely a dark fictional story meant for entertainment purposes. Follòw me on Instà for new updates at author_gupta and on F B at A Gupta's Fans club group for daily chapter discussions and find my other completed books!!!

I drove my eyes away and head back to the bed. Though I am trying to avoid her, I am just pretending to do so since I am noticing every movement of her. She applied the antiseptic around her neck, opened her luggage and pulled out a red saree then moved to the washroom. I try to close my eyes to sleep but I can't. I had gone through the biggest quake ok my life which shook me from inside.

Love, Priya I looked in the bottom of the box to see that something had been wrapped in a white cloth. I put down the letter to pull the cloth from the bottom of the box. Noticing it was a pillow sheet, I looked inside to see that my grandfather's book was concealed within it. I pulled it out to read the familiar title: The Occult Truth of Lycanthropy. I gulped as I put the book down to return to reading the note.

“The Supernatural Council. The ancient ones who rule all our kinds from the shadows. Maya wants to overthrow them. To rule everything. And for that… she needs an army of souls. A ghost army. Starting with the most powerful one of all.” He opened his eyes. The silver light faded. He looked at me, his face grim. “The mating contract,” he said to me. “With Valerie. It was not random. A seer’s body, a living body with strong spiritual sight, is the perfect vessel. A jar, to hold a captured spirit. She planned to put the corrupted spirit from Noah into Valerie’s empty body. To control it completely.” The pieces crashed together in my mind. I grabbed my notepad. My hands were shaking.

5. Inheritance Whore Chapter One I signed the contract two days ago in my grandfather’s lawyer’s stuffy office. The paper was thick, the ink black and final. To get my inheritance—the billion-dollar trust fund that was supposed to be mine on my twenty-second birthday—I had to become their shared whore for one full month. My three cousins: Tristan, Louis, and Damien. The entitled, gorgeous bastards who’d always looked at me like I was something to devour. If I refused, the money went to charity. If I accepted, I belonged to them completely. Mouth, cunt, ass, every hole, every hour they wanted me. No limits. No safe words. Just raw, filthy use.

Lucas teased, grinning at Raphael. "This is Scuttlebutt, my loyal familiar," I said, beaming with pride as I scratched behind Scuttle's ears. "And that's Jinks, Lucas's faithful familiar." Raphael's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Familiars, you say? I'm not familiar with the concept." I chuckled at the pun, launching into an explanation. "Familiars are supernatural beings with the ability to shapeshift. They're powerful, and magical, and serve as our protectors and guides. They amplify our abilities and assist us in mastering our craft." Raphael's eyes widened, intrigued. "Fascinating! I think I might need a familiar of my own. Where do I sign up?"

North lost track as Mariwyn wish-listed her harem, all composed of men North had never met and didn’t know how to visualize. Instead, she stroked the fabric and listened to Mariwyn, who was lost in her fantasy. For North, she had already found her harem, and she had no interest in expanding it, but she enjoyed seeing Mariwyn’s clear delight at the idea of bringing together all the men who interested her. She wasn’t certain if Orin’s sister would actually go through with it, or if it was simply all talk, but she was happy to introduce her to the notion—and even happier to accept the fabrics Mariwyn gifted her more than an hour later, including the pink material.

I mentally read the written scriptures engraved into the walls of the ancient goddesses room, my fingers caressing and tracing every engraved lines tenderly. My name is Aurora and I am the daughter and only child to Queen Melinda and King Remera Aumero and heir to the throne and ruler of the seven swords and seas of Eldrador. The night seemed completely strange, I couldn't sleep. I seemed to have been awakened by something, for a reason. I turned to the side and watched through the window the familiar sight of the mountains peeking over the trees. A mirage distorts the view beyond the window shields, and it’s impossible to tell where the asphalt ends and the ocean begins.

She latched onto it, her mind following the thread as it led her deeper into the visions. She saw Ava's shaman, Maeva, her weathered features twisted into a mask of concentration as she chanted, her words laced with ancient power. A shiver ran down Vivi's spine as she sensed the weight of their magic, the air around them growing thick and oppressive. And then, she felt it – a shift, a subtle unraveling that sent a jolt of fear through her very being. The bond between her and her mates, once a bright and unwavering tether, began to fray, its strength waning in the face of Ava's dark magic.

I sneer thinking about my father. Mariah is a hybrid more specifically part wolf and witch, she was a part of one of the biggest witch covens in the US and a part of Brad's pack. She is one of the six people that know about how much of a piece of shit Alesso Ezio Devirolli is. My father.