Pet Slave

"Strip! Don't make me repeat my words" His croaky voice brought cold shivers down my spine. Hot tears rolled down freely from my cheeks.My name is Madison Adams, 21 years old, and I'm still a virgin, but about to lose my virginity to my ruthless master in the cruelest way.I live with my mother's husband since she's late. My stepfather borrowed some money from him but couldn't pay back.I became the payment for the debt my stepfather owes the devil. Yes! I call him the devil because that's the only word that I can use to qualify him.His name is Lucien Smith, he's called Stone, because his heart is made of stone.He's callous.He's cruel, inhumane and heartless.Despite the fact that he has so many s*x slaves, he hates me so much.Why does he loathe me so much among the other slaves?I'm his slave, and he's my master.All he has for me is hatred and lust.....

Sonia was raised up by a popular chef after the miserable death of her sister. She gets offered a job as a maid in a popular multi billionaire woman house to earn money in order to go back to school but everything becomes a nightmare when she came across the woman son whose name was Keith, a cold and arrogant guy who believes money is everything

Letche naman oh! Kung hindi ko lang talaga kailangan ng perang pang piyansa kay Itay hinding hindi ako sasapi sa grupo ni Buknoy. At malay ko bang ang target namin ay isa pa lang bigatin na ubod ng gwapo, yaman, yabang, at saksakan ng pagkababaero bukod dun napaka-daldal niya at ang bastos pa ng bunganga. Walang iba kundi si Sebastian Cain Guevarra. Ang lalaking mas magulo pa sa buhok mo sa private part. Paano ba naman—"I'll give you two option, Miss. Pumili ka, kulong o magiging alipin ko?" seryoso ngunit nakangising tanong niya. Humakbang siya papalapit at inilapit ang mukha sa aking tenga saka bumulong. "Choose wisely cutie..." sabay kindat niya. ©CrystalineG

Aurora, who lives a simple life in the Dawnsville village. She's an ordinary werewolf who has nothing in hand but only her hard work and dedication, though living with an unknown past. On the other hand, Ash Jaxon is the Alpha of the town, the one who has a lot of privilege, who is not an ordinary werewolf, but a powerful one. And in one unexpected situation, Aurora's life suddenly changed in one snap. It was like she was fated to be chosen as the slave of the Alpha. She wasn't picked by force, yet the alpha himself picked her to be his slave. Aurora did not go against it, because she can't do anything about it, since it's the alpha’s decision. Thus, despite their differences, a powerful attraction grows between them. A peak of challenges they thought they knew has come their way. And as their bond deepens, conflicts occur in a surprising way. Aurora finally discovers her past. She, being a half blooded werewolf and the truth behind her life, being a daughter of a human and a werewolf. Which then unexpectedly fated to be the mate of the Alpha. But, despite that, would she still continue the growing feelings she has to the alpha? Or would the alpha accept her as her slave or as his mate? Would their life be fully crumbled? Or will they continue the bond and face the consequences with purity and love with their eyes?

Growing up in a pack that doesn't treat their omegas good wasn't easy for Amelia, but she always slipped through the cracks unnoticed. But when the new Alpha takes over and assualts her and the Luna demands she is exiled- Amelia is suddenly left all by herself unsure of where to go. She tries to run away and start over in a new city, but she's quickly found out by the Renegade Packand they think she might be a threat. The Alpha gives her a choice: to be his slave or die. Amelia is terrified that all life will give her is one bad situation after another. Will Amelia ever be able to be happy or content in her life? Will she be able to prove she's trustworthy and get out of her fate of being a slave?

My Alpha brother's Omega assistant had always wanted to be Luna. She didn’t know my identity and she mistook me as a rival trying to steal her place. She framed me for theft and tortured me without mercy. As I lay dying, it was my old companion—Rex, the Siberian war dog who had fought beside my brother and earned the highest military honors—who sacrificed his life to protect me. She dragged me by my hair, smugly satisfied, and threw me before the crowd like refuse. In her hands, she flaunted her "gift" made from Rex's fur. She had no idea she was about to face the fury of the entire werewolf world.

When she drove home that night after a long day at work, Mikayla found a mysterious young man lying injured in her parking lot, bloodied and robbed. She rushed him to a hospital. She shockingly found out he had lost all his memories. The handsome young man couldn’t even remember his name. Mikayla let him stay at her place for a day with the expectation that he would leave the next day. The workaholic bank executive didn’t have time to care for any random stranger. But the young man insisted on staying. To drive him away, Mikayla gave an ultimatum. He could stay only if he agreed to be her pet. With a jovial attitude and not many options, he agreed and let her name him Davey, her new pet. After the contract was made, they gradually found out Davey’s identity when his model friend approached him and asked how he was preparing for the upcoming Paris Fashion Week. Who was Davey really? Will this strange relationship work out? Find out in ‘My Pet is a Model’.

He joined them like the others to destroy me. When he was good, he made me believe we could weather the storm. When he turned bad he made me believe he was the storm. “Good luck to your present Luna and if you haven’t good luck when you find her. I never loved you more than a friend, and today I’ll repeat I don’t love you, never did and never will not in a million years. What happened between us was in the past which was never meant to blossom. Let me go, I don't belong here, not in this pack and never will….” Before the words could successfully leave my lips a deafening sound rocked the cell and a large open dent came on the wall. Tagon. He took long hoarse breaths, his tight fist stuck in the wall. His eyes darkened with angry growls. What kind of a man has he turned to? It felt so hard not to think of the past. It was so hard not to think about how things were. The good days. He was the sweetest man I’ve ever met. I was foolish back then to think those affections were real. I was stupid to think my tainted blood could be made pure by garnering his favor and his affections. There were only two events he ever got mad: the first time we met where he met me crying and the second was when I told him… nevermind. He clicked his tongue sharply, “As long as you live you would forever be under my dominance. I own you. Your life, your blood and even your soul to do whatsoever my soul pleases. You are my slave and that’s your lot!”

Julian's world was shattered the night she planned to share the joyous news of her pregnancy with her husband. Instead, he blindsided her with divorce papers and a heartless rejection. "You can go to hell with whatever good news you have to say." Devastated, Julian signed the papers and vanished from his life, vowing never to return. But the web of fate gets entangled. When her life and that of her unborn child hang in the balance, the last person she wants to turn to is her ruthless ex-husband. Yet, he's the only one who can save them. His proposition is laced with a mix of desperation and guilt. "Keep your hatred aside, Julian. Come back to me. I can save you and our baby." Julian seizes the opportunity but on her terms. "Fine but this time, I will call the shots and make the rules "

A story about a ruthless rogue and his human slave. "Y-You said I am j-just a slave." She finally let out staring at him through her teary gaze. But the ruthless beast infront of her just smirked at her. "Yes you are. My Slave. And you will do as I say." She shook her head taking a step back making him glare at her. "So you wouldn't listen huh." She gulped clutching her clothes. "Obey your master Slave!" She flinched hearing a low growl from him. When she didn't make a move he slapped the sofa's arms standing up from it glaring at her. "Don't make me repeat Slave! I SAID STRIP!"