Prefer To Or Prefer Than

My name is Mia, and I am the middle child of Don and Donna Costa. I am also the black sheep of the family. Or the ugly duckling, as my mother would call me. My shift ended a few hours ago, but it takes me long to get home as I do not have a car like my brother, Leonardo, the oldest, or my sister, Amara, the beautiful one and youngest in the family. As you may gather from my story so far, my parents do not care about me. I walk into the house with a sigh. I have seen the cars in front of our home, and I know my family has friends over. "You have nothing I want! You stole from us, and today I will kill your whole family," I hear an angry voice. I wonder what my father has done this time to piss someone off. "Godfather, give me another chance. You can have my beautiful daughter as your wife," My father begs. Holy shit! My father stole from the godfather? I know the godfather is about thirty, and his name is Riccardo Marina. The Marina family is the most powerful in the American mafia. "I do not like blond blue-eyed sluts. I prefer women with dark hair. Besides, Everyone in town knows Amara Costa! She has been around the block," Riccardo says with disgust. I do not know what to do. Shall I hide? Not many people know my parents have another daughter. I am never invited to their parties as my family is ashamed of me. I do not care for my family, and they can die for all I care. "I have another daughter with dark hair. Maybe you will fancy her," My father begs again. I sigh. Typical!

"Bloodline of Mayan Gods", is a Dark Vampire Erotica series that ventures into the shadows, exploring the complexities of a childhood Royal betrothal, and the struggles of navigating the fierceness of their Mate bond to his virgin mate. Her fate was set the minute she was born, betrothed to Prince Rryan before she took her first breath. All while living in a brutal unforgiving world. Years later, Prince Rryan now King, a full Blood Mayan Vampire, known as the 'Ripper' rules with a blood lust, his only weakness, her. Syla was hidden from him after the death of her mother. Years later, she was sold to him, dirty unrecognizable, and bleeding, captured by ruthless traders, he saw something in her eyes.. then he knew... she learns that her entire life was a lie, He knows who she truly is... as he tries to navigate and control the Beast within him, his fierce need to re-claim her as his mate, no one will stop him from having her, and he doesn't care about boundaries. She wants him as badly as he wants her, the pleasure and pain he gives her, makes her love him even more. He will destroy everything and everyone to keep her safe, only she can calm his rage, and satisfy his needs. *Dark Vampire erotica and sensual horror. *From rags to riches, she fought for everything she has, and now He will destroy everything to get whatever she desires, even that which is forbidden... *This series is intended for mature readers, If you're uncomfortable with graphic sexual content, please proceed with caution. I could tell you more but I prefer that you experience their journey firsthand, and the shock of those who join their sexual union, their story is just beginning and they are not alone.

Today is the Full Moon Ceremony, all members of the Wigner pack, along with the elders, have come to our mansion to celebrate together. But I wasn’t invited, even as Leon’s Luna. I was in the storage room with a report from the midwife in my hand. I was pregnant with three pups. This was supposed to be a surprise for Leon, until I heard Leon talking with his friend Demon just now. Demon asked, “Are you sure you won’t let your Luna join this party?” “My Luna is just a party bomber, she’ll only ruin tonight’s atmosphere.” “I heard Lisa is back. What do you think she’ll do when she finds out you married her twin sister? But I wonder, between the twins, which one do you prefer?” Demon laughed. “Carla is just a substitute for Lisa, you know. She will even die for me. But she’s useless, I’ll leave her soon.” Even the money for his party came out of my pocket. I brought in over $20 million in profits each year with my wolfsbane antidote formula. I was the one kept this company running, and still, I wasn’t even invited to his party. He was thinking about how to get rid of me. I covered my mouth to stop myself from sobbing. I pulled myself together five minutes later and left this party. I could feel that three strong heartbeats in my belly. “My pups, mommy is sorry. I have to leave your father-wolf…” My Luna’s Coronation Ceremony was only 5 days away. By that time, I would have already taken my triplets away and leave him forever.

(Reverse Harem) (Book 2 of Her Wolves series) (Can read as Stand Alone) Orphaned at the age of 17, Nerezza had no one to rely on and nowhere to go. Down on her luck, one day she ventures the streets of Makatza, the werewolf capital, in search of food when something else entirely finds her. Her mate. Through their ups and downs, the two conceive a child but were thrown a loop when he is stolen away just hours after his birth. Her mate sets out to find him but leaves her behind as the price. Alone in the world again, Nerezza doesn't know what to expect. Surely, there was no way things could get better. Until she becomes the concubine of the werewolf king and finds out, love has no limits. Especially not with six mates surrounding her. *** “I'll have you know that if you were to want me. Or come with me, even, you will have to toss that possessive Alpha male bullshit to the side.” I sneered. I could feel the bond slip into place. Enough that it took me off guard. Slightly. “What, can't handle a challenge?" Cocky, arrogant bastard. Of all the men in the world, I was stuck with him. If I wanted to have him. Pawns were disposable and I rarely came upon them. His fighting could prove useful, although I doubt his abilities in bed would suffice. “Look, whatever your name is, you might be my mate but you aren't the first one this week. Okay? So if you retain your possessive nature, you and the other guys might not get along very well,” I turned on my heels and headed back out the alley. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw his confused look. “And I much prefer not cleaning blood from my carpets.”

Two souls, forged in suffering, would collide in a dance of darkness and desire, testing the limits of love and redemption. Their paths meet when Asher's sister becomes the target of a predator, and Kaidën sees an opportunity for justice. As they navigate their dark worlds, they must confront the demons that haunt them. Will Asher's desire for protection and Kaidën's quest for vengeance spark a twisted romance, or will their shattered reflections destroy them? *** “You killed my mother.” Asher's voice trembled with fury. Kaidën's smile was cold, almost mirthful. “Who gave your sister to her husband who sold her to pay off his debts.” “I watched you murder her in cold blood!” Asher’s fists clenched around the gun he held pointed at the killer, memories of that night flooding back. Kaidën leaned closer, a sinister smile creeping onto his face. "I remember begging you to look away. But you didn’t. Did you enjoy it, Asher? Watching the woman who shattered your world writhe in agony? Or would you prefer to keep that little secret buried deep? Ah, but don’t answer that. Come, help me gather the pieces of your father's remains. It’s time to tidy up this little mess." Asher’s eyes widened in horror, realization crashing over him like a wave. All this time, he had been unaware that he was not only a witness to his father’s murder, but had watched it unfold until the very end, just like he had done that night when he watched his mother’s murder. Nodding, he picked up the severed hand of his father—the same hand that had beaten and broken him until his skin grew numb to pain. ‘Oh, sweet Emily, if only you could see our father now. How the mighty have fallen.’

Siempre tuve el presentimiento de que Mateo fue obligado a casarse conmigo. Pero cada noche en la intimidad, cuando estábamos juntos, él prefería acariciarme y ayudarme con sus manos antes que realmente hacerme suya. Con el tiempo, mi corazón empezó a enfriarse y, ya cansada de sentirme rechazada, decidí pedir el divorcio. Pero la noche antes de imprimir los papeles, escuché por accidente una conversación en la terraza entre Mateo y sus amigos. —Mira, no es por meterme, —dijo uno de ellos—. pero la deseas como un loco, entonces ¿por qué no la tocas? Tienes a una mujer perfecta a tu lado. —Las mujeres no soportan que las ignoren —agregó otro—. Si sigues reprimiéndote así, algún día se irá con otro hombre, y después te arrepentirás. Mateo guardó silencio un momento antes de responder en voz baja: —Su piel es demasiado delicada… su cintura tan fina y sensible… Si pierdo el control, podría asustarla. Además, es mi mujer, tengo que ser cuidadoso con ella. Si alguna vez necesita buscar consuelo en otro lugar… tampoco pasa nada. Mientras siga queriendo volver a mi lado, yo seguiré cuidándola y consintiéndola. Al escuchar eso, varios amigos soltaron una risa burlona. —Ya deja de hacerte el santo, si lo fueras, entonces deja de buscar esas cosas a escondidas en Google. Esa misma noche, movida por la curiosidad, abrí el historial de su navegador. Había más de cien búsquedas… y todas decían lo mismo: “Finalmente me casé con la chica que he amado en secreto durante años. Tengo un fuerte deseo por ella… ¿cómo puedo hacerla disfrutar sin lastimarla ni dejarle un trauma?”

He rather die than letting her escape; torn and regrets. She rather escape than him dying before her very eyes.

As a CEO, Logan knows better than to get romantically involved with any of his employees. Unfortunately for him, his wolf won't accept anything less than Emory's everything.

love heals, it gives. love, in its most profound form beathes forth life. love gives forth light. There is, more to all Aine O' connell ever knew, was ever sure of, especially with a past full of ghosts. The handsome Bryan Maher soon teaches her that. And perhaps, maybe, just maybe God has other plans for Bryan as well? for there is more to the pain than torment. there is more to the heartbreak than destruction, And there is more to the sorrow than weeping. shalom.

His magnificently beautiful eyes looked into mine with possessiveness. I exhaled out a shuddered breath, and he grabbed my jaw. “This is not who you are to me, Isabella. And I want more than what we have. Understood?” The dominance in his tone was obvious, while his words sounded like a fantasy I’ve always dreamt of. More than what we have. More than step-brother. ______________________________ I, a 19-year-old girl, had always had a secret crush on someone I shouldn’t have. That’s right—it was none other than Achilles Roman, my stepbrother, who was two years older than me. I had kept my feelings dumped in a Tupperware box for as long as I could remember. But how could I control myself when he himself started making moves on me? And what should I do when I realize that he was nowhere near the Achilles I thought I knew? Read to find out.