Purple Hair Pokemon Trainer Novels & Stories

⚠️WAR‌NING: For mature‍ re‍aders​ 18+ only. Themes​: Body‌ worship, dominance, primal play, an​d​ MFM/thr​eeso​me⁠ con‍tent. "Sto‍p f‌ighting it, S‍loane," he growls, his fist knotted in my hair. He ya⁠nks my head back until my thro​at ar‌ches, e⁠xpo‌sing my⁠ frantic p⁠ulse. His th​umb shoves pas‍t my lips,‍ pressing down on my​ tongue with bruising for⁠ce, marking me before h‍e even tastes me. I ch⁠ok‍e on a gasp, thighs trembling ag‍ainst‌ the wall. "We can’t." "Shut the fu‌ck up," he snarls, his teeth g‌ra‍zing the sensitiv⁠e cord of my neck. "I’​ve‍ s⁠pent years tr‍ackin​g every prim step you t‍ook. I’ve fantasized about the moment I finall​y cornered my prey." ‌ He s‍inks​ his teeth into th‌e junction of my shoulder, a sharp, posse‌ssive bite that will leave a jag⁠ged purple brand by morni‍ng. "Now,‍ you’re loc‍ke‌d in this c⁠age‌ with us​. I’m going to leave my​ mark on every i‍nch of your skin." Beh‌ind him, his twin l⁠ooms. A​ s‍ilent, lethal pre‍da⁠t‍or. I’m c⁠aged betwe‍en them, the ai‍r thic⁠k with the scent of‌ woodsmoke and ruin. Fo​r four years​, I‌ was the invi​sible shield for the St​erling empire. To me, they were⁠ liabilities. To them, I was the hun⁠t​. Zurich cha​nged e‍verythin‌g. The boy I once scheduled i‍s n‍ow a man who pins me do⁠wn, whispe‌r⁠ing​ filt‍h while his b​rother wa‍tches, his‌ eyes dar‌k wit‌h the same starving in‍tent. ​I was⁠ paid to guard the Sterl⁠ing legac⁠y. Now, I’m the pr⁠ize​. I‌ want them t​o hunt me. I w​an‍t them to worship me. I‍ want them to⁠ b‍reak me until there‍ is‍ nothing left​ but surren⁠d⁠er. ⁠

Forbidden fruit. Alessandro 'Flames' Petrakis doesn't give a shit about love. Guns, violence, being a bodyguard is what he's good at. Love scarred him once, love took away the only woman he ever loved and he'd rather relive his time in the Marines than fall victim to it again. Then she shows up. Blonde hair, sapphire eyes, pretty as fuck. And the one woman he hates more than anything in his shitty world. He never claimed to be a prince, yet she becomes his princess. Violence is what drives him yet for her he would put down his Glock for an eternity just to be part of her world. She was the forbidden fruit. The woman he was supposed to stay away from. The woman who took away everything that mattered from him. Yet one fucking kiss from her and he would burn the whole world for her. Code name: Flames. Mission: Protect Mia Tonelli at all cost

Snatched from her home and made a pack slave, Amelia's new alpha, and his sister has made her life a living hell. Fed crumbs, and forced to submit to anyone in the pack, she's living her worst nightmare. At least she thinks it's the worst, until the alpha from the world's strongest and cruelest pack visits and realizes she's his mate. Roger can't believe he's found the woman destined as his mate. But she's nothing like he imagined. Instead of strong and beautiful, she's weak and emaciated. The color of her hair is the only similarity between his dream mate and the woman before him. As the alpha of the strongest pack, would it show weakness to accept such a weakling for a mate -- or will rejecting her insult the Goddess who brought them together? Perhaps he should just take what's his and sort out the rest later. If taking her causes a war, so be it.

All her life, Calla Hayes has been invisible, the awkward neighbor girl with tangled hair and a frame too skinny to be noticed. Until the night of her eighteenth birthday, when the Moon Goddess reveals her fated mate: her arrogant stepbrother, Lucas Blackwell, the pack’s golden bad boy. But instead of claiming her, he rejects her in front of everyone. Humiliated and heartbroken, Calla runs only to awaken a power inside her no one in the pack can ignore. Now, two dangerous men want her. On hand there’s Lucas, the stepbrother who spurned her, now unable to resist her new strength, and Darius, her childhood neighbor and best friend’s protective older brother, whoshe has always crushed on. One is her fated mate. The other is her forbidden desire. Both are willing to burn the pack to have her. Calla’s no longer the ugly duckling. She’s the storm that will either break their world or remake it.

In the mystical realm of Lunaria, Sepharine, a mysterious woman with striking white hair, is shunned by her pack due to a centuries-old prophecy. Unfortunately Sepharine loses her life and a soul of a 21st century skilled assassin,Kira transmigrated into her body. Sepharine's life is entwined with the Lunar Pack's alpha, Damon, who seeks to claim her as his mate to fulfill the prophecy. However, Sepharine's past is marred by secrets: she has triplets with an unknown father, making her an outcast. As Kira now Sepharine navigates the treacherous world of werewolf politics, she must confront her own identity and the truth about her past. Damon's unwavering devotion and protection awaken feelings she thought long buried. With the prophecy unfolding, dark forces seek to exploit Sepharine's unique connection to the moon's power. As she uncovers the secrets of her past and the true meaning of the prophecy, Sepharine must choose between her growing love for Damon and her duty to protect her triplets.

"I am not used to losing. Never had," he uttered, glaring at her reddish face that was wet with tears. "But, if by any slight mistake, someone dared to even touch a single hair on your head without my permission, I would lose." His intense gaze became deep. "And when I lose," moving closer until she was just a breath away from him, he ended, "my loss is another's invitation of death." Her eyes got bigger and wider. "I will burn this very fucking city down if I have to." She backed herself feeling totally empty to think of anything. In the middle of everything happening, her wound was torn open. The same wound which was caused by him only a week ago. "And I mean every word I say." His warmth-radiating fingers on her jaws burnt her skin. WARNING: This book contains strong language, dubious situations, deception issues, manipulations, abduction and dark romance.

"Do you remember saying my woman is very lucky?" I nod, unable to find my voice. What is he getting at? He trails a finger down the side of my face, grips my hair and lands a kiss on my lips. "Good. You are the lucky woman. You'll bear my heir, and we'll be a happy couple. Capisce?" "No, Evren. I'll give you your child, take my money, and leave. That was and is the plan." He chuckles. "Will you, baby? Will you?" Liora Wilder made a deal with the devil. Carry his heir, take the money, and walk away. No attachments. No emotions. No illusions. But Evren Valesca doesn't play by anyone's rules but his own. He doesn't negotiate. He doesn't let go. And now that he's claimed her, he has no intention of ever setting her free. Liora refuses to be controlled, but resisting a man like Evren is dangerous. He's ruthless, possessive, and completely unstoppable. Because nobody says no to a Valesca.

What would you do if your husband is having an affair with a young wealthy woman? *** Many people see Emma's husband as a perfect husband, and even her bosom friend always compliments her husband handsome look for the fact he's young and tall. Emma’s world shatters when she uncovers a strand of hair on Noah's scarf—a small clue that unravels a web of betrayal. As her investigation deepens, Emma discovers Noah's affair with Isabella, a wealthy young woman who is living on her father's wealth, and the complicity of her closest friend, who was keeping all she knew just for wanting a night with Noah. Betrayed on every front, Emma embarks on a daring path to reclaim her life, uncovering financial secrets and exposing her husband's deceit. Emma, who is now deadly for revenge for ruining her cheating husband, catches the attention of Andrew, the son of a powerful billionaire whose father was a rival of the young woman's father, and is now willing to risk everything for her.

Daily update of two chapters. Nicolos Costello, a conceited figure with the most ruthless and merciless personality you'll ever encounter. The most feared man in the world of mafias, Capo de capos, boss of all bosses. Having a tragic past, and a tormented destiny, Nicolas craved for love all his life Sofia Costantinovich a counsellor and a girl with a soft heart, having materialistic wealth but abandoned off her fathers love, she wanted someone to rely upon, and then she witnessed him... Her Nico, the man she immediately fell for, the man who was about to wipe off all her agonies, but it was just an illusion. Nicolas captured her, and tormented the life out of her. "I'll f**k you so hard, that even that cu*t of yours will scream my name" He grabbed her hair and compelled her to look at him. what is the reason, the soft soul Sofia is being possessed by the mafia king. This is an r rated novel, please do consider some mistakes

"You should rest." I said, my voice embarrassingly breathless. "Probably." he agreed, but made no move to put distance between us. "You're trembling." "I'm tired. It's been a long night." I lied, my voice lacking conviction. "Liar." His free hand came up, brushing a strand of hair from my face. The gesture was surprisingly gentle, at odds with the raw intensity in his eyes. "Your heart's racing. I can hear it." ~ When the fierce Alpha wolf Roman Blackthorn shows up injured at her doorstep, village healer Mirabelle's life turns upside down. She's forced to join his pack as their healer, and honestly? She can't stand him. He's arrogant, dangerous, and infuriatingly attractive. As threats close in from all sides, Mirabelle and Roman find themselves drawn to each other, despite their best efforts to keep their distance. Can they survive each other long enough to face the real threat?