Possessed Sans

Scarlett s'est toujours sentie différente, sans jamais savoir pourquoi. Une nuit, un monstre tente de la tuer, mais un Alpha ténébreux et mystérieux nommé Crowe la sauve. Il lui révèle qu'elle est liée à une ancienne prophétie, une prophétie capable de sauver le monde ou de le détruire. Bientôt, Scarlett découvre qu'elle est traquée par de puissantes sorcières, des créatures mortelles, et même sa propre mère. En fuyant pour survivre, elle se transforme à une vitesse fulgurante : elle devient plus forte et une étrange flamme intérieure s'embrase. Crowe la protège, mais il cache un terrible secret : il a tué son père. Alors que le pouvoir de Scarlett devient incontrôlable, la vérité éclate, brisant le dernier brin de confiance qui subsistait entre eux. Mais lorsque sa mère tente de l'utiliser pour ouvrir un portail obscur, Scarlett doit choisir sa véritable nature : une arme ou un salut. Crowe risque tout pour la sauver, et finalement, ils combattent côte à côte, même si cela leur coûte quelque chose d'irréparable.

CÉLESTE Alors que je pensais que la déesse de la lune m’avait enfin bénie avec un compagnon, il m’a rejetée devant toute la meute, sans aucun remords. Le cœur brisé et triste, j’ai cherché du réconfort dans un bar où j’ai rencontré un beau loup mâle prêt à m’offrir son corps. Tout allait bien, jusqu’à ce que je confonde la chambre du loup mâle avec une autre et que je me retrouve dans l’antre de deux loups mâles robustes. Nous avons passé une nuit agréable, que je n’oublierai jamais. Quand la réalité m’a frappée, ma belle-mère m’a vendue à un Alpha robuste, connu sous le nom de Diable de Ravencourt. En arrivant à la meute de mon nouveau maître, j'ai rencontré ses fils et il s'est avéré qu'il s'agissait des deux loups mâles costauds avec qui j'avais eu une aventure d'un soir. Mais ce n'était pas assez choquant : mon loup, silencieux depuis quelques jours, s'est réveillé en les voyant, hurlant « Mon compagnon ! ». J'étais mortifiée !

Emily avait été choisie par sa famille contre son gré pour épouser Jayden, le PDG du groupe Jace. Mais Jayden menait une vie de promiscuité même après leurs fiançailles. Deux jours seulement avant le mariage, Emily l'avait surpris en flagrant délit de tromperie et avait décidé de mettre fin à leur mariage. Mais sa famille refusait toute information. Elle avait été droguée et emmenée dans sa chambre pendant la nuit. Mais le destin a voulu qu'il y ait une erreur. Au lieu de cela, elle a été emmenée dans une autre chambre. Il s'agissait du PDG de Blackwood Towers, le PDG de l'entreprise la plus puissante du pays. Noah était aussi le célibataire le plus convoité de la ville. Pour sauver son nom du scandale après cette liaison d'un soir, Noah propose à Emily un contrat de mariage de deux ans. Emily accepte sans hésiter pour se protéger de sa propre famille et de Jayden. Elle était loin de se douter qu'elle avait pris une décision difficile et qu'elle était seule dans ce mariage.

Born into an extremely influential family in the Far West of the United States, Janis Walter, of course had every right to throw her weight around in every way she could. She possessed characteristics most people believed was supposed to be for the male gender, and unfit for a feminine goddess like her. But you know what? They were wrong. Janis considered them all wrong and they dared not challenge her. On the opposite side was Jax Storms. Not wealthy, not poor...Just in between. Sure, like every western man, he was masculine, but what happens when he comes in contact with Janis who was overbearingly domineering? And in the most unlucky way too. They had a one night stand! ~. .~ Janis gasped in shock when she saw Jax, after haven not seen him since that night. Memories from that night immediately hit her and her cheeks flushed red immediately. He didn't look like he did the last time she had seen him; he looked very different, and more sophisticated. To her surprise, he turned out to be the CEO of the corporation that was closely in competition with hers. "Hello." Janis spoke and his eyes narrowed immediately, before giving her a fake smile that didn't even reach his eyes. "How are..." "I didn't come here for a reunion." Jax cut her off. He didn't like how she smiled at him, he believed it was fake and she was just like her younger sister, who looked down on people who had no status attached to their name. "Then what did you come here for?" She asked, unable to believe that the CEO standing in front of her had been the Uber guy who got her pregnant. "I want custody of my child." He deadpanned and the smile drained from her face.

Young, wild, and alluring, that's how everyone viewed Scarlett Morris. Most women hated her appearance because she possessed those qualities that drew men's attention towards her. Social media posts often defame and humiliate her personality, but she only shrugged her shoulders on it. Her main focus was to earn more money to support her needs and her twin brother's education. No matter how hard life threw at her, she rose above it, she ignored gossip and humiliation, but people around her were vicious as their jealousy consumed their minds. She often ran into trouble, and someone who is out of her league become her savior. It was none other than the business mogul - Francis Sandler. Francis Sandler built a legendary empire with his talent in the business and his extraordinary networking skills– he handled with absolute perfection both gangs and the government. He came from the wealthiest Sandler family of Irving City- and he's the CEO of T.B.S Empire. His deep secret was buried as danger evolved around it. He was accustomed that most women crawl into his bed to warm his night. From his perspective, Scarlett was another young and wild woman who aimed his fortune. Their destiny collided when several times Francis became Scarlett's savior. That moment Scarlett's enchanting beauty caught his attention, yet his painful and failed marriage reminded him that a beautiful woman is only a trophy to display. He offered her a tempting business transaction giving everything life has to offer in exchange for becoming his hidden woman. Their journey to a rollercoaster relationship started when Francis showed his real intention. The danger is about to unfold when Scarlett's main reason for accepting his offer was a pure secret task that will be bound to destroy them.

In the depths of her despair, her tear-stained eyes desperately tried to focus on the heartless figure before her. "I am not a mere plaything to be possessed," she whispered through trembling lips. "I am a person, with hopes and dreams that extend far beyond the confines of this marriage. I am... am a person with emotions." But he remained unmoved, his gaze cold and unsympathetic. "You are just a contract wife, bound to serve and fulfill my desires," he retorted, devoid of warmth or understanding. "Your aspirations are irrelevant. Your emotions, as long as they don't disrupt this façade of a marriage, are inconsequential..." His callousness only deepened her despair, and he reveled in it, wiping away her tears with cruel satisfaction. "Don't cry, my dear," he sneered. "You have years ahead to drown in regret and endure your punishments. You write about fairytales, don't you? Welcome to your Hell in Paradise, Wife." … ‘How and where had it all started?’ You might ask, dear distinguished reader. Well, it all began with money, as it so often does in Los Angeles, where a sinister game of romance and deceit unfolded when Sirena, a struggling romance author agreed to walk down the aisle with the egoistic heir of the prestigious Crown Dynasty. Three years. That was all or so she thought until an unexpected twist left her torn between the vague feelings she had for the cruel husband and the intense fairytale pang she felt with the mysterious ‘masked man’. Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, amidst lavish parties and extravagant soirées, Sirena finds herself entangled in a treacherous web of love and loyalty, where hidden agendas, forbidden desires, and deceptions threaten to take away her newfound love. Newfound love with whom? Even this Author is itching to find out.

“You are mine.” Jerald possessed, trailing wet kisses down Jasmine's body while she let out uneven breaths, her body tingling as tiny ripples sneered through her. Jerald's right hand gripped her heavy tits and he fondled hard, kissing her navel, obsession burning through his every act. “You are mine. Jasmine… your body..” He paused and kissed her navel. “Your heart and your soul... Everything belongs to me.” His voice was laced with domination as he moved his head downward, trailing wet kisses down her body till he parted her legs with his head, burying his face between her beautiful thighs. * This high and Mighty never took NO for an answer. He is Jerald De Luca. Either business or Women, he would surely always have his slightly illegal way. When Jasmine crawled into his bed with the intention of saving up for some medical bills, she thought everything would last for a month like the contract spelled out. Everyone has been to his bed, but none has ever won his heart like she did. She was the opposite of him, calm, yet fierce and unyielding. She didn't bend to his will like the air and every other woman did and most differently, her eyes held the light that was missing in this world. This mare lust grew into a love that pioneered an unshakable obsession. The desire to protect her was like second nature, clogging his every breath like a whispered secret. But when life challenges come crashing in, threatening to rip their relationship apart, Jerald is faced with the harsh reality of life. This angel was not so innocent as he forsee and all along he had been the enemy that he had sworn to protect her away from.

So there I was, stuck in this dark Victorian mansion for a whole freaking century, thinking I'd never get out. Then, out of nowhere, these two gorgeous girls swoop in and rescue me! I couldn't believe it, and we instantly hit it off. They showed me a whole new world I'd only ever imagined, and I was all about living a normal human life.   But just when I thought things were looking up, this vampire named Vivaldi pops up out of thin air, grinning like a possessed Jack-o'-lantern. I mean, a name like Vivaldi is bound to give you the creeps, right? He claimed I had some ancient first blood running through my veins and demanded that I sign some crazy blood contract with him—the kind of deal that comes with some seriously freaky consequences.   Vivaldi was trying to sell me the idea that this blood contract was his only lifeline, the only way to save his skin from something worse than death. But I wasn't some clueless newborn vamp; I knew better than to just dive into something as serious as a blood contract. Those things come with some heavy consequences, and I wasn't about to sign up for that without a second thought.   The problem was, if I didn't go along with his messed-up plan, he promised to make my friends' lives a living hell—the very people I'd started to care about. I was trapped between a rock and a hard place. If I decided to team up with Vivaldi, I'd be keeping him around, which is far from ideal. But if I refused, my friends and the whole town of Shadowvale would be in serious danger.    It felt like I was caught in this impossible situation, like I was trying to choose between two rotten apples.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT "The bed," she mumbled softly, pointing at the bed. "Whoever said it only happens in bed?" I asked as I ripped the remaining of her naughty dress. "My best friend bought me that dress she'd kill me," she uttered in shock. "Tell her I ruined it," I uttered authoritatively, and she chuckled. I took off my sweatpants and she gasped. Soft, pleasurable noises left her throat, and it felt so beautiful watching her moan to my strokes "Baby... fuck... I... oh goodness." "Wait... no, don't... stop," she stuttered out, and I smiled proudly knowing I was doing the right thing. ************* Laura Ben graduated last year and was lucky to land an assistant job at a prestigious tech company. On her best friend's birthday, her friend treated them to a night at the renowned and exclusive male strip club. The performance was enticing and captivating, but Laura found herself drawn to a stripper wearing a half mask. Possessed by an inexplicable urge, she waited by the stage door, hoping for a glimpse of him. And when she finally saw his face, she was shocked, so much so that she stumbled, catching his attention. The captivating stripper was none other than her boss, Bryan Finch, the CEO of Premium Tech. Now that Laura knows his deepest secret, she uses this knowledge to blackmail him. Unknown to her, Bryan is being forced to strip because he killed his ex-fiancée and someone has been blackmailing him ever since. With the leverage she holds over him, Laura offers a proposal: promote her, or risk his secret being exposed. But will Bryan submit to her demands, or will he fight back? What is he hiding about his involvement in the death, and how long will he be forced to live this double life?

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.