Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Kill Count

What would you do if you're about to lose your fated mate to your step-sister, because somehow he can't recognize you anymore?

He rejected her in front of the entire pack. Cold. Final. Unforgiving. “I will marry another woman. You can leave.” Everyone expected her to break. Instead, she asked for one last month as his wife. He thought it was love. It wasn’t. Because she wasn’t staying to win him back. She was staying to survive the consequences of being his mate… and the secret growing inside her. But something strange began to happen during that one month. The colder he acted in public, the more unstable he became in private. Touches he shouldn’t want. Dreams he couldn’t explain. A possessiveness he kept denying. And a bond he refused to acknowledge. When the month ended, she disappeared without a trace. Five years later, she returned with a child she had hidden from the world… and a new identity she would kill to protect. But the Alpha who once discarded her was no longer the same man. Now, he was the danger she had been running from all along. And this time… he wasn’t letting her go. Even if she belonged to someone else.

WARNING: For Mature Readers Only Unapologetic, explicit erotica. No cuts, no mercy. Graphic language, raw desire, dominant/submissive dynamics, intoxicating risk, forbidden lines crossed, age-gap heat, infidelity thrills, group indulgence, public edge, outdoor surrender, intense power play, and relentless, dripping pleasure. These stories exist to set you on fire and keep you burning. If that’s not what you came for, walk away now. Once you start, there’s only one way out, you being completely consumed. Open, read and burn with desire. 18+ only.

“No,” she breathed, true panic seizing her. “Mark, don’t —” “This is for the mess,” he said, his voice devoid of all mercy. The cold, rounded end of the handle nudged against her soaked flesh. It was so much broader than a finger, impossibly foreign. “And for the defiance," he completed before he pushed the handle of the knife inside her pussy. The stretch was immediate and shocking. It wasn’t pain. It was a profound, overwhelming fullness. The metal was cool against her burning, clenching heat. A broken scream tore from her throat as he worked it deeper, inch by relentless inch, filling her in a way that was utterly degrading. It was violation given shape and weight. He seated it fully, the cool silver pressing against her deepest parts. He held it there, letting her feel the full, impossible intrusion. Her body fought it, spasming around the unyielding object, which only made the sensation more brutal, more specific. She was panting, her tears soaking the linen, her entire universe reduced to the cold metal splitting her open. “Now,” Mark said, his breath warm against her ear as he leaned over her. His hand remained on the handle, not moving it yet. “You will stay just like this. And you will finish your dinner.” ..... Enter a world of passion, pleasure, and desire with “Steamy Encounters."

In order to prioritize saving a girl who needs to undergo a kidney transplant, I've gone to the bank to deal with the transaction. Judith Smith, the lady working at the counter keeps making my life difficult, though. "How can you prove that your funds are legal? Also, how can you prove that you are an employee of this charity organization?" "These are the documents that I've prepared according to the regulations that can prove the funds' sources. Here's my work ID and my driver's license. My photos are shown here." Judith merely glances at the identification documents before raising an eyebrow. "You don't look anything like the photos at all!" Since I'm in a hurry, I rush back to the organization and quickly get all the paperwork regarding my identity settled. I initially thought that I could finally transfer the check to the hospital. But that's when Judith speaks up lightly. "I refuse to go through this procedure." Furious, I decide to lodge a complaint about Judith. But she has the audacity to post about me on the Internet. There, she paints me as a rude customer who not only deliberately makes things difficult for her, but I apparently also refuse to comply with the standard procedures. Later on, the sick girl's prioritization gets canceled due to how crazy the public backlash has become. Just when I'm no longer in a hurry to transfer the payment to the hospital, Judith is the one panicking about the situation instead.

Landon Slater had a notorious reputation as a ruthless, evil man with an intense hatred for humanity. His unrelenting cruelty propelled him to the status of the most feared - unrivaled by any other in the city. His very existence proved that not everyone was born with a pure heart. But, even the devil had a weakness. And Landon found his in the most unexpected place. As their worlds collide, Landon becomes drawn to Victoria much like a moth to a flame. However, with every passing moment he begins to gradp the inevitable truth that she will discover - One that could make her hate him forever. All he could hope was that she remained blissfully unaware of the of his noteriety. Will their bond withstand the truth? Or will it shatter like fragile glass?

Enzo Corretti is a monster. He runs the most powerful crime family in the world. Being ruthless and unfeeling is in the job description but nowhere in the handbook did it ever say how to deal with someone like Dylan. She may look like a saint but underneath her pretty doe eyes there's a monster in waiting. Dylan Monroe is a Saint. That's what everyone always said about her. Growing up in violence and tragedy, she managed to live a normal life despite it. Well, that was until eight men showed up in her house with seven guns aimed at her head and the most vicious of them all, Enzo Coretti claiming she had something that belonged to him. Maybe she did. But Dylan knew if she gave it to him, it wouldn't end well for her.

In the old continent the most terrifying stories about murderers are told, when Lady Willemina Winchester is murdered, a detective, her sister and her fiancé will look for the man who deprived her of life.

"This wasn't the deal," Reid whispered. His breathing was erratic as he pressed his back against the wall, clenching his fists. "We could make a new one," Killian smirked, trailing his thumb on Reid's lips... "Probably after this kiss." ~~ Bad boy Reid McKenzie will go to jail after being charged with murder. His mother wouldn't be willing to help him; he has ruined their reputation enough and is ready to let him rot behind bars; following the wishes of her second husband, she would wash her hands of Reid for good. But fate intervenes when a mysterious stranger, Killian appears. He offers Reid a deal; Freedom in exchange for a dangerous task. However, Killian's true intentions are far from benevolent. As a powerful demon, he sees Reid as a pawn in a sinister game. With each passing moment, Reid must decide whether to trust the enigmatic stranger or face the consequences of his actions.

At the bachelor party the night before the wedding, the truth-or-dare penalty was brutal—show the most hidden photo on your phone. Gina, Peter's so-called "girl bro," lost. She just grinned and cast her screen onto the big TV. A marriage license filled the screen, stamped by the county clerk. Names: Peter Cooke and Gina Draper. Date: yesterday. The room went dead silent. I stared at Peter's drained face. Gina didn't flinch. She patted his shoulder. "Oops. Guess you found out. Joey, don't take it seriously. Just a dumb bet. I wanted to see what the county clerk's office looked like, so I dared Peter to register a marriage with me." She leaned in, eyes on me like I was the joke. "You're still getting your wedding tomorrow. The vows, the ceremony. I just borrowed your fiancé for a stamp. Don't tell me you're jealous of his buddy." Peter jumped up and pulled me in. "Babe, listen. You're the only one in my heart. It was just a joke." He pulled out the diamond ring, dropped to one knee. "I'll file for divorce first thing tomorrow. It won't mess up our noon wedding. Invites are already out. Don't make this a scene in front of my friends. Once we're married, all my money's yours, okay?" I smiled. He had no clue how any of this worked. Didn't even know divorce came with a thirty-day wait. I didn't take the ring. I pulled out my phone and blasted a group text canceling the wedding.