Sandy Cheeks Sleep

“Don't fight the emotions you feel for me, Sammie” Max said, The Alpha king said, as he caressed my cheeks as a prized possession that I was. He paid a lot for me to get me as a slave. “I am not fighting it. I am only guarding my heart” His present was becoming more addictive but I wanted more than he wanted to give me at the moment. I wanted my freedom. “I can't think of one good reason not to kiss you right now. I want you, Sammie, I want you so much I might break, my possession. You belong to me” “I belong to no one” Poor and maltreated Sammie, thought she was finally getting away from the harshness of her own family and everyone in her pack when she clocked eighteen and she was finally going to get her fated mate. But her dreams shattered as fast as they had come to her, she had been mated to Max, the scornful son of their alpha, who currently has the most gorgeous girlfriend, who didn't waste any more time rejecting and humiliating her. Her fate was sealed, she was going to be hated more, but nothing prepared her for the betrayal of her family. She was sold to the slave master. But got bought again, by Max himself. Her nemesis. And when would she be able to get her revenge on all those who treated her worse than an animal?

[ Warning: This book contains 18+ explicit scenes, slavery, abuse , blood and few contents of reverse harem] “You want to run wild?” He asked, his eyes blazing in rage. I could utter no word in front of his suffocating demeanor. He shook his head and shouted at me again,” Your silence irritates me even more, Eva!” At this moment, I could no longer let him keep insulting me. I love him, but this is too much for me to tolerate. I got closer to Brendon and sadistically questioned,” my silence annoys you, huh?” He kept quiet. “My weakness annoys you. Even my existence annoys you. Is there anything else about me that annoys you?” Tears rolled down my cheeks as I felt my heart crushing into pieces. Before I could say anything else, I was pulled into an intense kiss. Brendon’s possessiveness overwhelmed me, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes to his passionate romance. **** In the era of werewolves, other beings were suppressed by their existence. Eva is a werewolf who doesn’t know her origins. She no longer has a link with her wolf side, making her the prey of blood traders. Brendon, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, has been tracking and hunting members that are active in the blood trade. During one of his raids, he happened to save Eva and brought her with him to do her treatment. However, he hadn’t thought that Eva would turn out to be his mate.

A Spin-off to Rejected Mythical Luna —Julian X Robin Story They say destiny determines how our lives play out, that the Moon Goddess shapes our paths. But if that’s true, then she did a terrible job with mine. Because as I’m being dragged away, all eyes on me and tears burning down my cheeks, I finally understand how cruel destiny can be. After surviving the war with my Alpha and the Luna, a new battle begins, one I didn’t choose but must finish. Revenge? Justice? Maybe that’s what I should live for. Maybe that’s what should keep me fighting, to hunt down the Men of Shadows who destroyed everything I loved. But as I run through that field with the people I now dare to call friends, none of that seems to matter anymore. All I want is my life back. My family. My pack. Him. And if that means killing again, I’ll do it, only this time, I knew better than to do it alone. “Did you really think leaving me behind was the best choice?” he asked, his breath hot against my skin. “I came to you twice, Julian,” he says, his grip firm, his voice trembling with something between pain and love. “You pushed me away both times. This time, I won’t let you fight alone.” Then his lips crashed against mine, and a single tear slipped free. Was this the retribution I’d been seeking… or just the beginning of a curse written by fate.

The Lycan King's summons reached all fifty-six packs across the Northern Territories — he was choosing a Luna for his heir. The heir's reputation for brutality preceded him. So my mother swapped my sister Freya's name for mine. Her voice left no room for argument. "Elsa, your sister's wolf spirit hasn't fully awakened yet. She can't survive the journey. Go in her place — enter the Luna Trials for her." She gripped my hand, tears sliding down her cheeks at just the right moment. "When it's over, your brother will come for you. I swear it on the Moon Goddess." In my past life, I believed that oath. I traveled to the Lycan King's fortress, only to be singled out by the heir himself. I barely escaped his stronghold alive, fleeing through blizzards for seven days and nights before I finally lost my pursuers. After two years as a rogue, I made it back to the Frostfang Pack — just in time to witness Freya's Marking Ceremony with the Alpha. My mother stood at the center of the celebration and looked straight through me. "Rogue. There is no place for you here." Cast out a second time, I lost all hope. I died in a blizzard, alone. When consciousness returned, I found myself standing in the stone hall again. She wore the same expression, watching me with those calculating eyes. "Elsa, would you take Freya's place in the Luna Trials?"

"At a time when I needed you most, you ended our relationship. You claimed that I wasn't the one you loved, called me a whore, and said that I wasn't your type from the start. So what do you expect me to do?" "Beg!" Michael responded immediately. "I anticipate that you will plead for mercy." "You don't deserve my plea, Michael. You're not worth my tears..." She was about to say more when Michael forcefully kissed her, making it difficult for her to breathe. "Is that why you sold yourself to Kelvin?" He inquired after releasing her lips. Nora wiped her lips with her knotted hands. She looked at him fearlessly and replied, "Who I sell myself to is none of your concern. As the whore you called me, you shouldn't be keeping track of how many men I sleep with." Her response enraged Michael, and he pushed her and raped her, only to discover that she was still a virgin. If he begs for a second chance, will Nora ever forgive him?

A housemaid who doesn’t care about love. A billionaire used to being in control. And one unexpected night… that leads to marriage?! Roxane Hermenez is a simple woman: work, home, sleep, repeat. Her dream? To save money, leave her job as a maid, and give her family a better life. No time for romance—especially since her boss is Dark Nathaniel Villamonte—rich, arrogant, and annoyingly meticulous. But one night, due to strange circumstances, a glass of wine, and a broken elevator… something happened. And when Dark Nathaniel found out that there might be a “possible consequence” from that night, he didn’t hide— He insisted on getting married! “I can’t just ignore my responsibility. A civil wedding will do!” Now, Roxane is panicking. What kind of woman gets proposed to by her own boss?! But wait… if it’s just about responsibility, why is Dark starting to become possessive, sweet, and jealous? Is love really starting to bloom? Or maybe… the billionaire just wants to play with her? Where will Roxane’s feelings for her handsome boss lead her if he keeps pursuing her despite all the opposition against what he’s doing?!

My girlfriend, Clara Sutton, had severe mysophobia. Before every intimate moment we shared, she required me to disinfect myself thoroughly in advance. She even set strict rules about how often we could kiss or sleep together, and how long it could last. Without her permission, I was not allowed to touch her. I had always believed she treated everyone this way. I even secretly felt relieved, thinking that I must have been somewhat special to her. Then came that night at the bar. During a party, her childhood friend, Ethan Ford, drew a dare in a game of truth or dare. Then, in front of everyone, he leaned in and kissed Clara. Although it was supposedly a punishment for losing, they kissed deeply for a full five minutes. Our friends laughed and jostled one another as they turned to look at me. Only then did I realize that Clara’s obsession with cleanliness had never been a universal rule. It had existed simply because she did not like me. Disheartened, I asked for a breakup. But Clara soon regretted it. With reddened eyes, she begged me not to leave.

"Rupert Zachary Kilmer. Do you take Lianna Callis Smith as your lawful wife? To have and to hold, from this day forward. For better, for worse. For richer or poorer. In sickness and in health, until death do you part?”  "I most certainly do, father…" Nearing the day, he'd finally be tied to the woman he loves, Rupert Kilmer eagerly waited for her sweet answer. Those two words and the priest's declaration of their union. Yet, as he unveiled the woman in white, the face that appeared wasn't his bride. "Eridessa…? Wait what? Where's Lia?" *** Lianna Callis Smith thought she'd be a lot happier when she regained her vision. Yet, tears drenched her cheeks as she came home after her surgery, finally seeing the treachery she'd been sensing back when she's still blind. Her marriage only lasted…for two years. For the man she so loved, was on top of another, in her very home. Facing the blame of his affair, Lianna watched in melancholy from afar, as Rupert was wed to another. However, to her surprise, it wasn't just her who stood on the same building, watching that very scene. "You…you're—" Before the strange man could mutter his words, both met darkness until they woke up, back in three years time. "Let's get married, Jasper Wayne. Let's show them…what they…who they wasted…this…we don't deserve any of this… "In this life, let's live happily…"

“Little wolf,” he said, voice low mixed with amusement. “You remember, don’t you?”I couldn’t deny it with the way he looked at me.I nodded before I could stop myself. “Words, Katherine.” The command was soft, but it slid under my skin. My throat went dry, the rag in my hand twisted as my fingers tightened around it. “Ye… yes,” I stammered, the word barely making it past my lips. He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him. “You remember you owe me, don’t you?” “I… I already paid,” I blurted, the memory flooding back. My cheeks flushed. One dark brow lifted. “Did you now?” His mouth curved faintly, dangerous in its almost smile. “I never told you if you paid. You left hurriedly before I could.” I took a step back, but the edge of the desk stopped me. “I had to return to the pack,” I breathed, trying to sound steadier than I felt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was never supposed to be more than a stranger. Omega Katherine Hart after been rejected by her mate of two years Sneaks out to the city to drown her heartbreak and ends up in the bed of a red eyed stranger. The Lycan ruler of the New Haven pack, unknown to her. Reign Salvatore. But when pack politics turn deadly and a dangerous attraction ignites. Katherine finds out the truth that she is not just an ordinary omega. But a key to the impossible. Reign would never let her go.

"From today onwards, I will take every decision of your life. What you will eat, where will you go, when will you speak, what you will wear it will be all as I wish. And if you dare to defy me then till now it must have been crystal clear to you how far I can go to keep my words," his voice unsympathetic and cold, causing a shiver down her spine. Out of fear she was not even able to raise her head and kept her eyes casted down. He lifted her head up with his forefinger, underneath her chin and stared directly into her mesmerizing hazel eyes. "Understood?" Her throat was parched and her mouth was dry. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. The seam of her lips was cracked and pasted with each other and she couldn't find enough courage in herself to say anything using her tongue, so she just nodded and casted down her eyes again. He raised her chin more now with his forefinger and thumb, indicating her to look in his eyes and she did so. "Understood?" He asked again and raised both his eyebrows, warning her. "Yy....ye..ss" she croaked out. Her eyes were widened with fear and hands were fisting the bedsheet. Her cheeks were imprinted with red finger marks. "Good. Now take of your clothes and fulfill your duty" he ordered. She only pleaded him with her eyes. Clearly, she didn't want her wedding night to turn out like this.