Russian Sleep Experiment Origin

“You are nothing but a slave, do you understand?” Alpha Alexei said, glaring at Scarlett whose eyes hardened in anger. “That is where you are wrong” Scarlett said, glaring at the Alpha. His eyes were fixed on hers, waiting to hear what she had to say “I am no slave, Alpha Alexei, and whether or not you are Alpha, you are not my Alpha” ************************ Sold, beaten, and taken advantage of. Scarlett has fought for her life to stand strong and not give into the pain. But when she is sold to the Alpha, the Russian Pakhan , her life takes a turn like no other. Would Scarlett give into the cold Alpha, or would the Alpha soften to the girl who he saw as nothing but a slave?

Brielle Clarke, a shy and anxiety riddled twenty two year old was born into a family with a dangerous lifestyle. However, her father deems her useless to their family and decides to profit off her by selling her to an even more dangerous family. The head of the Russian Mob. Maxim Vasiliev did not ask for a woman in his life but when his father brings Brielle as a present to him, he has no choice but to put her under his care. The ruthless and cold Maxim has no use for her but he knows she is better off with him than with his old predatory father. When these two are forced to live under the same roof with no interest for each other, would they learn to fall in love? Or will the dark past of their respective lives get in between?

She fell first, he fell harder. Liliana Storm, an innocent and naive 22 years old ambitious artist who always wanted to achieve something away from her watchful father and elder brother's eyes. Their sheltered princess was oblivious of the world's cruelty and Lily wanted to make a name for herself, so despite of their worries, they let her go to a complete different country and let her pursue her dreams. Russia, the beautiful progressive country which taught her many things, but the biggest was not everyone are saints. Cyril Sokolov, Russian mafia lord, far from innocent and naive man, complete opposite of what his future bird possessed in her. He was a slave of one thing, his competitive nature, he loves challenges and would be damned to lose any. He was raised by ruthless monsters in human flesh, and he didn't mind becoming one of them. Cyril once again took upon a challenge and played a dangerous game but he never thought this time, his victory will become his biggest downfall. The Russian mafia would be reduced to his knees after his obedient little bird would decide to embrace her freedom away from his toxicity. A story of deceit, betrayal, twisted game and obsession. When the dangerous playful challenge would ignite an unwanted attraction curling it into bloodthirsty obsession forcing the ruthless mob boss to paint the town red just bring his escaped bird back to his cage.

"I should f--k your pretty mouth just to make a better use of it. It talks too much..." Would it be a fair revenge or cheap stunt to sleep with my Ex's best friend? ..... "Go easy there..." He stands way too close to me. I glance at him but don't object. "Why do you care? It might serve you some purpose." I say while sipping my drink. He takes a hint and wraps his arm around my waist. "Good point! But I don't like sloppy girls in my bed." That one mistake and Natalie’s life became hell. Now she wants to spend her last year in school quietly with her head down. The past year bought so much drama and pain in her life, she wants to stay invisible and forget everything. Things get stirred up when his hot new neighbor joins her at school. Jacob doesn't like to explain his lack of interest in girls (or boys) to others. Girls hitting on him now and then doesn't help his case either. He knows he is different, but not sure exactly how. Life is about figuring yourself out and it's called a Spectrum for a reason, after all. When his friends were crushing over girls at barely 12-13 years old, He thought his time would come probably a year or later. Just when he lost all his hopes, he finally meets his first crush ever at the sweet age of 17.

(Kindly read the prequel LOVING THE MAFIA BOSS for the better understanding of these characters) Naomi never thought her life is going to change when she fell in love with Nicholas. He's everything that she shouldn't desire. He's forbidden but when Nicholas sets his eyes on her; needed her no matter what, she couldn't escape his efforts to procure her when she wants him as well. How Naomi is going to escape this charming nightmare that kept showing up every single night and took away her sleep? Or is she going to embrace it in the end?

Luca Knight knows exactly the kind of woman he wants to settle down with some day and it's certainly not anyone like Skylar Simpson, his personal assistant. After all, Skylar is a sex addict who knows nothing about commitment. She sleeps with a different man every week, changing men like she changes her sheets. What happens when Luca pays Skylar to pretend to be his girlfriend at his family reunion? Sparks fly. Soon Luca realizes that he wants Skylar all to himself. Skylar has sworn to never love again after getting her heart broken twice which is why she loves to sleep with different men, and so Luca sets out to do the impossible; he's going to seduce her and drive her crazy until she possibly can't think of anyone else but him. ****** "Have you forgotten that I'm just a whore who can't stick to one man?" I ask breathlessly. ”I'm going to make you want only me, Skylar." Luca takes my ear into his mouth and nibbles it gently, sending a shiver down my spine. “That confident?” I whisper, trying hard to fight against the delightful sensations running through me. "Yes." He licks my neck in the most sensual way. “I'm going to make you beg for it. I'm going to drive you crazy until my dick is the only one you want to sit on.” Oh fuck.

Kathryn Michaels is a country bumpkin with an honest personality. She's also a timid woman who tends to make careless mistakes at work. Just one glare can easily make her burst into tears. Chris Albert is the most well-known man in Harborlean. He's a cruel and bloodthirsty man with a penchant for brutal and inhuman methods. No woman dares to pine after him even though he's blessed with gorgeous looks. Unexpectedly, a woman actually manages to sneak into his room and sleep with him while he's drunk! Just as Chris scours the world for the mysterious woman, he realizes that his secretary is putting on more weight each passing day. With a dark expression on his face, he coaxes, "Tell me, Kathy. Were you the woman from that night?" Kathryn meets the dangerous man's eyes before shrinking away from him in fright. "N—No!"

"On the bed!" He commanded gruffly, leaving no room for questions. Everything was quiet and I heard my heart pounding. It was difficult to even breathe. He suddenly moved, reaching for me. I felt his fingers brush over my shoulder, the silky robe slowly slipping off of me. My heart filled with dread as I thought about how I looked in his eyes right now. My body trembled, my eyes shut and it felt like my face was on fire. "Please..." I begged in a broken and shaky voice. “I don’t want to be your breeder.” *** Talon the Black is as his name suggests. Dominant. Heartless. Ruthless. King of the Lycans, Talon is madly in love with his mate, Willow, but things start to fall apart when she cannot bear him a child. Driven to desperation, Willow begs him to breed a filthy human and while Talon is reluctant to, he does as his beloved wants. Abused and maltreated by her parents, Avalyn has been sold by her father to the Lycans. Her life is even made worse when she realizes that she is to be the Lycan King’s breeder. She is to sleep with him and carry his child even though he is already married. It is a cold business exchange, her curvy body in exchange for an heir, nothing more. But what happens once this ruthless King starts to fall in love with her? Can they hide their forbidden love from Willow or would there be to pay once she finds out?

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.

My name is Christian Thompson, and once upon a time, I was the best striker in European football. That was until he came along—Ashford Ryder, young and carefree, 10 years my junior and the new shining star. I hate him. At least that's what I tell myself. Not just because he's taken my spot, but because he's everything I've struggled all my life to be, and not to be. He's vibrant, he's happy, and the worst of all, he's openly gay. I'm not homophobic, quite the opposite—I've lived in the closet all my life. All my life, I've had to hide who I am to please the people around me. European football hasn't always been this accepting of gay men, and I'd squeezed myself into a box to fit in with what they wanted of me. It isn’t that hard when you think about my family who'd rather disown me than have an openly gay son. So imagine how I feel when the world decides to be more accommodating to people like Ashford Ryder when they shoved me in a box. It's not so easy to hate the happy-go-lucky striker, when he does everything to get close to me, despite my insistent hatred for him. He's like a thorn in my side—a hot, sexy, blonde, 5ft9 thorn I can't stop thinking about. But when one day I lose my cool around the popular striker and land myself in bad press, I end up needing his help. It's supposed to be easy. Spend some time with Ashford Ryder, and show our fans that we can work together—it's what I need to do to save my career. But no one tells you how hard it is to hate someone you spend every waking hour dreaming about.