Penguin In Ark Novels & Stories

“Sure, sir,” I came closer to him, he offered me his arm. I was conscious not to touch his skin because if I’d done, it would have caused butterflies in my stomach, I had never been this close to any celebrity and my heart raced crazily.  I concentrated on the button rather than my feelings, I could feel Brandon’s eyes scanning me, did he notice my hesitation? , I was sweaty. Did I shiver? “Done,” I told him and looked up to meet his gaze. My heart was out of my hand, can say, was almost in my throat, I could feel the aura changing between us,  And before I could step back, Brandon said, “I owe you now,”   **** Jenna Maxwell escaped her abusive husband knowing that he will find her anytime soon. Leaving Liam behind in Pasadena and hiding in LA was her only option so she tried her luck without giving it a second thought but one didn't know that real danger was waiting for her to obey his obsession. A night where she found herself harassed after she passed out in a private event. She didn't know that man was once she had a crush on Brandon Grande. A formidable highest-paid model and known celebrity. He is all that it takes to be a gentleman, He is perfect in front of the camera world, and opposite in the real world. He has an addiction. The moment he saw her was the moment he marked Jenna as next, he craved her. When he wishes something to happen, it happens, either by hook or crook.

There were only two types of people in our town. "The Guerras and us, the "Caolins". My father classified them as our neighbors like that. "The Guerras were either too stupid or too smart to leave." While we wondered how to escape. There was no doubt about which of the two could rule the town. My father obeyed one of the Guerras men, but I never had the courage to ask him why he did it. My father was a doctor and he knows many things or hides something terrible from me. I know that he hides many secrets from me and has protected me in every way from knowing the truth, but I will grow up and with his help I will either not know everything, or my name will not be Delmon Salvadore. My father tells me every day that danger is on my side and that I have to protect myself so that I never become someone I don't want to be. If it has to do with my life or my origins, I will know, but one thing I know is that there are dark mysteries that torment me and this always happens on the full moon. I am afraid of what could really be, I believe that many things are involving my mother, the one who mysteriously disappeared, leaving me alone with my father. If there is something that I do not know, it is about to be revealed because my dreams reveal it to me and I believe that it is my future in a few years. If this is true, I will be a terrible person that I do not really know. However, now I am ready to face everything that comes and one of the things is to avenge my father's death.

“ The price for saving you... Do you know what it is?” Adrian's hoarse voice entered her ears. “ W-what...?” Estelle's heart pounded faster and faster. She felt a looming sense of trepidation. The Alpha of her enemy's territory leaned forward slightly, his pale blue eyes never left hers. “ It is for you to become my Luna. My mate, Estelle.” Estelle felt something go off in her head. Her mind blanked out. She took a step back in disbelief. Her mind struggling to come in terms with what she heard. Estelle Winterbourne was the heir of Silvervale and was one of the strongest werewolves in the pack. As daughter of the alpha and bonded to Darius Hale, her father’s chosen successor, her path seemed set. Until she became the problem. Her father wanted a docile and foolishly obedient daughter . And her Darius wanted her title, not her. She was framed and betrayed by her own father and mate. Who sentenced her to the White Exile. They stripped her of rank, carved the traitor’s mark into her skin, and left her chained in the Deadfall — a frozen wasteland where no wolf survives a night. She would have died if not for him. Adrian Lykas, The Alpha of Frostveil. The “Ice Devil.” Her family’s sworn enemy. The man she was raised to hate. He finds her half-dead, more frost than flesh, and does the unthinkable: He saved her life. But that came with a huge cost. Estelle must pretend to love the very man she was raised to hate and be his mate in public. To her, that was the worst punishment she could receive. For Adrian was a man she loathed. However... Slowly, Estelle began to discover that Adrian wasn't as bad as her family made him to be.

The line between good and evil is permeable, and almost anyone can be induced to cross it when pressured by situational forces which either make or break us. The is no stopping death when it comes knocking at your door.

To help cover our household expenses, I often sold second-hand items online. Late one night, a new listing suddenly appeared under my husband's account. [Private trainer for sale. Almost new. Obedient and resilient. No upkeep required. Cash only.] The attached photo showed a woman from behind, caught in the middle of a yoga pose. The red mole at her waist stood out clearly. It was me. The comments section erupted within seconds. Men with usernames like 'LocalHunter' started bidding aggressively. [Five hundred. Thirty minutes. Pickup only. No negotiations.] [Are you kidding? Two thousand. All night. I'll bring my own gear.] My husband immediately replied to the highest bidder: Adrian 'The Butcher' Kane. [Deal. She's in the bedroom. The door isn't locked. Go straight in.] In the next moment, the bedroom doorknob slowly began to turn from the other side.

"You need to change your top, I can see your tits, and those are for my eyes only Lilian." His eyes darken seeing my attire. "I don't have time to change Anthony. But I like your possessive tone. So manly, and it makes me feel giddy inside." I dropped my backpack and took his hands to my so-called tits. "This is yours, Anthony," I whispered and wrapped my hands to his neck, and give him a deep moan worthy kiss. He sighed and put his jacket on me. "This is to cover what's mine and you can inhale my jacket, to make you giddier about what I'll do to you tonight." *** Her mother had passed away, and her father abandoned her in front of the orphanage because she was different. Until one day she was adopted by a couple that loved her until their tragic accident. When her stepbrother came back to take care of her, he actually felt something for her. What will he do with that realization and will he help her with all her fears?

(Completed) He rolls his eyes, "Quit acting like you aren't absolutely aware of everything you have been doing with your eyes for a while now." "I'm not," I insist, my eyes trying to stay focused on him "lusting over you is different from doing the deed, and I haven't forgotten what you have done." He makes his way over to me and stops only when his body is a few inches away from mine and I can literally feel the heat coming off of his as I try to stay still. "Then punish me, chain or tie me up, whip me with whips, slap me, kick me, scream and call me names if you want and take your frustration out on me. Let me try to make it up."

I was sent to trap him. To make him fall for me. To lure him in and bring him to his knees. But Alpha Dorian Lysander is not the monster I expected. He’s worse. Dark, commanding, and impossible to deceive. I thought I had him wrapped around my finger. But somewhere between the lies and the longing. Somewhere between the forbidden passion... I realized I was the one caught. Now I’m tangled in his world, under his control, and losing the one thing I swore I’d protect, My heart. He was my mission. Now he’s my master. And the only way out… is through him. She thought she was hunting the beast. She didn’t know she was his prey.

I could hear everything, even with my poor vision. I could hear their horrified gasps and the curses they rained on me. ‘She’s a murderer!’ ‘A pack slut and now a murderer! She needs to leave! We can’t live in fear in our own pack!’ Their curses overshadowed my pleas. This isn’t me—I don’t kill. I would never kill one of my own. I staggered toward where Killain stood—he was shocked. He agreed with them. “Please help me, Killain,” I begged, but he only stared. “You have brought shame to this pack, Samantha,” Killain began. “Tonight was an amazing day—a celebration for the Blood Rose Pack. You give me no choice…” “No, no, please don’t do this to me again. I’m hurt, I’m hurt…please help—” “I, Killain Black, Alpha of the Blood Rose Pack, banish you, Samantha Forbes, from the Blood Rose Pack. You have done nothing but bring shame and disgrace to this pack, and from now on, you will not be associated with Blood Rose.” The pain wasn’t torture—my mate rejecting and banishing me on the same night was torture. I fell to the ground and clutched his robe. “Please, don’t chase me away.” The guards dragged me out of the crowd and deeper into the woods. “This is where you belong! Disgrace!” They dropped me roughly and left. I staggered and tried to get up with the little strength I had left. My eyes landed on the red stain flooding the front of my dress. No, please. My stomach twisted, and I screamed in pain. My babies—not my babies, please. I can’t lose them—they’re the only thing I have left. I need to live. I can’t die—after everything.

"How many times must you deny your fate," his hoarse voice rang out, Myra closed her eyes whimpering, "No, no, no, I, Myra Hendrix, reject--" Matteo grabbed her chin fiercely, forcing her to look at his eyes, "Too late to reject, you were mine the moment I saw you..." Her mate rejected her and got married to her sister, now the Lycan King says she is his. A bigger conspiracy unravels, relationships break, and illicit affairs are exposed. What happens to Myra when she finds out that her entire life was a lie?