Raphael And Mona Lisa Tmnt

⚠️ Warning: Abuse, descriptive sexual acts, please refrain from reading this if you're below 18, forbidden love, BDSM, sex control, manipulation. "Take off your dress,” he ordered, his voice quiet but commanding. One guard hesitated and tried to speak, “But, sir—” Damian’s cold stare silenced him immediately. “I said take it off,” he repeated, this time with no room for argument. The guards exchanged nervous looks and then left the room, closing the door with a chilling finality. Aurora was now alone with this man, the one who had bought her like an object. Her dress felt heavy, her heels like chains. Taking a shaky step toward him, her breathing echoed in the silence. “Please,” Aurora whispered, dropping to her knees. “I’m only eighteen. Don’t do this.” Her voice was small, trembling, but she knew he held all the power.

Autumn Simeons had loved Damian McLaren for as long as she could remember. From childhood to their teenage years, he was her safe place, the one person who made life feel lighter. But while Damian came from wealth and privilege, Autumn’s life was far simpler—and his heart seemed to belong to someone else. She kept her feelings hidden, choosing to be the best friend he could rely on. That fragile balance broke when Damian got a girlfriend who saw Autumn as a threat. Tension grew until, without warning, Damian cut her out of his life completely. One day they were inseparable; the next, he treated her like a stranger. Months later, fate intervened when Damian’s mother, worried about his slipping grades, asked Autumn to tutor him—unaware of the rift between them. Both protested, but their parents insisted. Now, forced into the same space, Autumn must face the boy she still loves, who seems to resent her presence. His girlfriend’s shadow hangs over every exchange, and unspoken history simmers beneath the surface. As old feelings resurface, Autumn realizes some lessons can’t be taught from books—they live in stolen glances, unsaid words, and memories that refuse to fade.

. No one argues with me. I sit there for a long time. Eventually, footsteps approach again. I do not look up. “Selene,” a voice says. I recognize it. I lift my head slowly. Dorian stands in the doorway. His suit is immaculate. His hair perfectly styled. He looks irritated. Not panicked. Not broken. Late. “You came,” I say. My voice sounds wrong. Hollow. He exhales sharply. “I came as soon as I could.” I look down at Rowen. Then back at Dorian. “You missed it,” I say calmly. He frowns. “Missed what?” I laugh. “Our son,” I say. “You missed our son.” His eyes shift to the bed. To the stillness. To the quiet. Something flickers across his face. Annoyance. Disbelief. Not grief. “Selene,” he says. “What are you talking about.” I stand up slowly, still holding Rowen. “He waited for you,” I say. “He asked for you.” Dorian rubs his temple. “This is not the time for dramatics.” I stare at him. “Say that again,” I say softly. He sighs. “We will arrange the healers again tomorrow. Right now, I have people waiting.” I feel something dangerous rise in my chest. “Tomorrow,” I repeat. “Hmm. Okay.” He steps close r. Looks at Rowen more carefully now. “Why is he not responding,” he asks. I meet his eyes. “Because he is dead,” I say. Dorian freezes. “What,” he says. I take a step toward him. “Say his name,” I tell him. He hesitates. “Rowen.” “Say it again,” I say. “Rowen,” he repeats, irritated now. I lift my chin. “He died asking if he was good enough for you,” I say. “So tell me, Alpha Nightfall.” My voice trembles for the first time. “Was he.”

“You’re drunk,” he said, smirking. “Yeah,” she admitted, then reached out and touched his shirt. “But I still want to have sex with you.” Vincenzo tilted his head slightly, like he was studying a new toy. "You were about to go after my bodyguard, huh?" he said. His fingers suddenly cupped her breast, slow and confident. “And yet, you look more like a virgin than a pervert.” That sobered her up a bit. “I—what?” Before she could say anything else, she blurted, “I want to have sex with you. I’m all yours tonight.” Vincenzo raised a brow, then smiled. “If that’s what you want.” He stood up, lifted her into his arms effortlessly, and carried her through a side door. Her arms looped around his neck as her heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe. He kicked open a private room. Inside, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her—hot, commanding, full of hunger. She melted into it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t care who she was supposed to be. She was just a girl kissing a stranger.

"Don’t talk. Just listen.” Chloe tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “Do you remember what happened on October 13th, 2014?” she asked. Mira’s eyes widened. “Why are you bringing back my pain, Chloe?” she whispered, her voice trembling. Chloe giggled, a soft, wicked sound. “On that day, you lost the one thing that ever mattered to you,” she said slowly. “The one thing you wanted so badly with Ethan… a child.” Tears gathered in Mira’s eyes. Her heart ached with the memory. But Chloe wasn’t done. She leaned closer and said, “Have you ever wondered how your son really died, Mira?” Mira’s eyes flickered with confusion and fear. Chloe smiled and sat down beside her. “You see,” she began, “when I was abroad, I had a bone marrow issue. I needed a transplant. And guess what? Ethan and I were still in contact back then.” Mira’s throat went dry. She swallowed hard but said nothing. Chloe continued, her voice dripping with pride. “Ethan was the one who brought up the idea of using Adrian’s bone marrow. Your son’s.” Mira froze, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. “Yes,” Chloe said, grinning. “He secretly brought me back to the city to get it done. And do you remember the car accident he had around that time? It was all staged. Ethan did it to cover up what happened—because Adrian couldn’t make it after the transplant.” Mira stared at her, tears spilling down her

Please..." she gasped weakly, her hands now powerless to push him away. "Why... why are you doing this?" Vladimiros didn’t answer. He continued to drain her, savoring every drop. But then, as suddenly as it began, he pulled away. Freya let out a strangled gasp, barely able to breathe as she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. "Why..." she whispered, barely audible, before her vision went black. Vladimiros smiled down at her, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Wow..." he murmured softly, his tone full of admiration. "I’ve never tasted werewolf blood so good."

Annette was a half-breed rogue, but she was lucky enough to find a mate. She thought she was being blessed by the Moon Goddess. However, one day, she opened her mate's door and saw him in bed with her best friend. At that moment she broke down, her heart broke. She dashed out of the room in despair. Annette then chose the Alpha of the most powerful pack, Connor. She wanted to use him to get back at her mate, but Connor saw through it all. He would not allow a rogue to do so, and his revenge also began.

From the kind boy next door, Rhys became her protector, standing next to her as she grieved the death of her mother, and slowly, he became a significant part of her, her only friend, and the man who made her heart flutter, her boyfriend, and her future Alpha. To Sabrina, everything was figured out, marrying Rhys after graduation and serving the pack as its Luna. All she had to do was wait for three years, three agonising years, surrounded by bullies, a nonchalant father, and an indifferent pack. In those years, the thought of reuniting with Rhys was the only thing that kept her going. And yet, just when she thought that it was all coming to an end, fate unleashes its fangs at her. He is back, but this time, he is no longer hers, unlike before, he no longer has eyes for her. And the future that he promised her? It's there, but she is no longer a part of it. Amery, her stepsister, her bully, is the woman beside him. He is no longer her protector. He has joined the enemy camp. Betrayed, heartbroken, and dejected, Sabrina chooses to leave the pack. Three years later, a call from her estranged father has her finding her way back to the pack, to attend Amery's wedding, and the Groom? Her once-upon-a-time, boyfriend and the future Alpha to the pack. A rejection is inevitable when Rhys and Sabrina find out that they are fated mates, but he is forced to swallow back the rejection by his Alpha father and this time, Sabrina is the bride, the future luna, the woman next to him, and the woman he hates. How far with their enemity stretch? With love and enmity simmering between them in equal measures, what does the future hold?

“How audacious!” a rich baritone rasped in the darkness, irritation seeping through. “An omega harboring such vulgar thoughts about her superior.” My heart skipped a beat as the aura in the room flared again. I didn’t even get the chance to think when a gush of air brushed past me and in a blink, my back slammed hard against the wall, cold fingers wrapping around my throat. “Be gone, insect,” he hissed. I should have been afraid, hell, my body was shuddering. But a smirk played on my lips instead. “Found you,” I whispered, throwing my arms around his shoulders. It landed perfectly and before he could react, I gripped the back of his neck, pulling him towards me as I slammed my lips against his instinctively in the dark. Ariee has nothing—no wolf, no family, no place in the world. After a night of betrayal and humiliation, she stumbles into the arms of a dangerous stranger… and unknowingly binds herself to the most feared man alive—the Lycan King. Now trapped in a deadly bride selection she was never meant to enter, Ariee must hide the truth of that night while serving the very girl who wants to destroy her. But the King remembers her scent. And the closer he gets, the more dangerous everything becomes—because Ariee is his fated mate… the one woman he should never have touched. When love, power, and betrayal collide, Ariee must make a choice: Claim the King… or run from the bond that could destroy them both.

"You're not my Alpha" She yelled and in a flash, the grey wolf with fierce amber eyes had her pinned underneath him. "What did you say?" He growled forcing his paws on her neck. He would kill her if she didn't do something. So in desperation, she did the only thing she could think of. "I, Valentine Fernado, hereby reject you as mate". Werewolves, vampires and Lycans were just myths. If anyone had told her they existed few months ago, she would have had a good laugh. Not until one flower lured her into the hands of Eric Dark, the mad Alpha. A man who had lost his touch with reality. A man who had no control of his emotions. One who couldn't tell right from wrong. One who was broken to the last bit. Then she thought she could tame him.... Until she realised, he'd gotten so used to the dark that he no longer needed light.