Raphael And Mona Lisa Tmnt

"She's mine. Of all the storage rooms in all the world, she has to walk up to mine. Even when she can't see me, she senses me. And every time she runs away from me, she ends up coming into my arms. She'll be punished. Then, she'll understand. Once a Lycan finds his mate, nothing in this world, nothing supernatural or human, will stop me from making her mine." My boyfriend isn’t human, not completely.
 He's a werewolf. To be more specific, he's a Lycan- the werewolf royalty. For over three hundred years, his family had one purpose in life. Find me, the only female born to be his. But there's only one problem. I'm a human being. The instinct of lust and desire bonds us together, but the strings of life keep tearing us apart. The impossible cross-species love. The extravaganza of life. Two restless souls. So close, yet so apart. When love becomes a curse, nobody is supposed to get out alive. But we will survive. Because lovers never die.

One woman. Many clans. And every powerful beast king wants to claim her womb. Selene wakes up in a world ruled by beast-men—wolves, snakes, vampires, tigers, and more. They call her the “Chosen Womb,” the only woman who can carry the next generation of heirs… and every clan wants to breed her first. But Selene is no one’s breeding tool. Bound to a mysterious Breeding System, each intimate bond unlocks new powers, abilities, and traits tied to the clans she mates with. With every touch, she grows stronger. With every lover, her magic evolves. To survive, she must embrace desire. To rule, she must take them all. Let the harem war begin.

⚠️ Warning: descriptive sexual acts, please refrain from reading this if you're below 18, forbidden love, sex. control, manipulation. He leaned in closer, his breath warm. "Is that what you call it when you wear that skirt?" he asked, his hand sliding down my back. "Or when you bend over, letting me see?" I struggled to find words to protest, but my body was reacting to him. "Please," I whispered. "We can't." He held me firmly, his gaze intense. "Can't or won't?" he asked. "I see it in your eyes, Emma. You want this." I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. "Mr. Hathaway, please," I begged, feeling confused by my own feelings. He leaned in closer, his breath hot. "Call me Alex," he said softly. "We're not at work anymore." Hearing his name sent a rush through me. Alex. It reminded me of the attraction I had been fighting. His hand moved up my thigh, and I couldn't help but respond. I moaned softly. "You like that?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

⚠️ 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.

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.

"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."

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?

"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.

“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.