Sasuke Scared

“…How dare you do this to me, Conrad? How dare you sleep with my sister right next to my bedroom?” I scream at the top of my voice. My voice breaks in two halves. My hands won't stop shaking. My forehead is beaded with sweat. "Ashanti, please I can explain!" Conrad begs as he tries to step down from the bed, but he can't because he's stark under the comforter. "Ashanti, what the are you doing in my bedroom?" Rhea screams at the top of her voice and I drag my eyes from Conrad and plaster them on her face. She doesn't look scared or guilty like Conrad. "And what the are you doing in bed with my boyfriend?" I ask, raising my voice as well. "I just him. What are you going to do about that" …. After red handedly catching her boyfriend in bed with her step-sister, Ashanti thought things couldn’t get any worse for her until the Lycan Beta showed up at her father’s pack and picked her together with her step-sister as for the Lycan Harem who will stand the chance to be chosen as a mate for the ruthless Lycan King. On the same day she arrives at the Harem, she finds her mate… Read to find out the identity of her mate and how things pan out for her in that Harem.

The streets were his home, a cardboard box was the only roof he had over his head, an old jacket he found in the trash was his only blanket and for his meals. He stole and made sure that he was the first to get to one of the restaurants' trash every night to make sure that he had something to eat. His life changed when he stole from a mafia boss, whom everyone was scared of, he was known for being ruthless and killed without mercy especially those who betrayed and stole from him. He was a Russian man with a thick accent and a very powerful aura, that made many shivers at his presence without him having said a word. But when he met him, he gave him a job instead of killing him like everyone thought he would, his job was to be his right-hand man. He was the one who did all the killings and dealing with his rivals. He gave him the name White tiger, one that was born once in every generation, he gave him this name because he said that he had the courage, was smart and cunning. The man was very handsome, tall with broad shoulders and he looked very big for his age. His eyes though were distant, cold, and deadly. One could not look at them longer than a second. His name was Antonio Rodrigues, The White Tiger.

Like they say, we find love in the most unlikely places. It was love at first sight for him. Dash always found beauty in the most weirdest things, places and even people. That day, he had hit Rosario with his car, that was when he first saw her. He came from a dangerous mob family and he knew he had nothing to offer her, but the feelings were already there, so he made it his mission to avoid her, though it didn't help that they attended the same school. He couldn't ignore her for long so he decided to allow himself to live for once even after knowing it might end disastrously. He asked her out against his dad's will and they started dating. Rosario's mother was against the relationship too. One day she came to know something deep and bad about Dash and started blackmailing him with it to leave her daughter alone. Due to some life threatening events she went through with him. She pieced things together. People were after him. Eventually Rosario found out all about his lies and deceit and secrets and she was left disappointed and scared. What scared her more was who was after Dash. Not just his family enemies... But his own dad. Will Dash be forced to leave her to give her a chance at living peacefully?

ELARA My father went missing after stealing billions from Nero Moretti, the ruthless king of New York’s criminal underworld. Now, I’m paying the price. Nero is cruel, cold, and unforgiving. I hate him for destroying the quiet life I once had, and for making me a pawn in his brutal world. I swore I’d never break. Never give in But the longer I stay, the more I see past the monster… and the more I fear what’s awakening between us. In a world ruled by power, secrets, and blood, can I survive him? Or can I resist the pull toward the man who owns me, body and soul? NERO She was supposed to be nothing more than leverage. A bargaining chip. Petrov’s daughter, taken to pay off a debt that could never really be paid. I expected fear. Submission. That’s what I usually get. But Elara is different. She’s scared, yes, but there’s fire behind those eyes. A fire that both infuriates me, and pulls me in deeper. Keeping her close stirs something I buried long ago. Something possessive. Something dangerous. An obsession I have no right feeling She was just part of the deal. A means to an end. But now, she’s the one thing I can’t bend to my will. And the only thing I refuse to lose.

In the final stages of a terminal illness, my family abandoned me and threw me into a horror game. [Another one here to die. I bet she won't last the first night.] [Just listen to that cough. I'm scared she'll die right inside my phone.] On the first night, the head nurse made her rounds, prepared to execute any player whose heartbeat was abnormal. My heartbeat remained steady only because my body was too weak to fluctuate—and I even helped her sew up the tear in her uniform. "Miss, your clothes are torn. You'll get cold. If I mend it for you, you won't be cold anymore." On the second night, the surgeon swung his scalpel, determined to cut away anything imperfect. I handed him a wrist guard I'd made myself, watching his trembling hands. "Doctor, your talent shouldn't be buried by pain." … On the final day, the ultimate Boss gave me a choice: leave with a healthy body, or stay and perish with these strange beings. Back in the real world, the parents who had abandoned me were suddenly in tears, begging me to come home and split the money. I smiled and said to the creatures inside the instance, "I choose to trade my life… for a home for all of you." The next second, a burst of golden light erupted from the system. [Congratulations, player. You have triggered the one and only hidden ending—Divine Redemption.]

Amaia Roger was thought to have been killed at birth. Since the curse sign was found on the nape of her neck. Everyone thought the curse was out of moonlight park. The alpha who everyone knew was ruthless and wicked. Gave his Six years old son Zyair the fourth son he had and ordered him to kill every child born that night. Not a single child lived at moonlight park. Through the power he held at birth, his wife, the Luna of moonlight park dead while bearing him. Alpha Wren was scared of his own son. He wasn’t even fourteen yet. He was hated among his three brothers. Amaia was dropped in the deepest forest of of Novak, at that very night she was born. Roger, covered her in a small basket. And drew her name on her tiny hands. Crying as he left her alone. She was his daughter, their daughter. He didn’t want her to die. She lived in Novak, grew up all by herself, and she was called a witch by the people of moonlight park who heard about her movement in the Novak forest. Zyair took it upon himself to look to investigate, the case, he went up to Novak forest with his trusted friend. In the forest he saw her covered in a long gown with a hoodie. Her green eyes stare at him. And for a while they stare at themselves. Who was she? Is mate?

Love For The Wicked Book Two. No strings attached? Careful what you agreed upon for your heart might get tangled in strings. ~~ She is the opposite of the girl he would spend his time with, and he’s the opposite of the man she’d fall for. Cali and Evan, two people who longed to escape the hustle and bustle of their lives, met at the right place, at the right time. After agreeing on a no strings attached deal, they enjoyed their stay on an island in each other’s company. It was fun and exciting; it was everything they both wanted until feelings got tangled with their agreement. ~~ “Live a little, Princess,” he closed in the distance between us, his hands came up to cup my face. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” “I’m scared of motorcycles,” I admitted, biting my shivering lips, looking anywhere but up to his face. His thumb came under my chin, giving me no choice but to look into his eyes. “Trust me. It’s worth the ride.” For a few idiotic moments, I saw stars sparkle around us. As dumb as it may sound, I believe every word coming out of his mouth. It’s either I already lost my mind or he has the ability to persuade people to his will because what I said is not something Cali Reed would ever say in a normal day. “I trust you.” ~~ [Mature Content] Cover by DobolyuV

You may k.i.s.s the bride," the priest announced and my body shuddered in resistance as the words I told him two days ago rang in my ears. I won't even spit on your face let alone marry you, Liam Knight. His eyes were shining in triumph, clearly stating that once again he won. He smirked cruelly, taunting me without words how he forced me to do exactly what I said I would never do even if he begged me. He didn't beg, on the contrary, he forced me to marry him. He took a step forward, raised my chin, I fisted my hand tightly at the sides when he placed his unworthy lips on mine. Disgusted with his touch but I tolerated it for the sake of my father who was at his mercy at this moment. He pulled away from my lips with the same rule smile intact on his face, "I made you mine, Babygirl and I can't wait for us to be alone!" He said darkly. My breath hitched looking at the darkness in his eyes. If I would have been the old Aurora I would be scared but not anymore. I might have bowed down my pride for my father but if he was looking for a submissive wife, he sure was not going to get one!

“You called me a whore for what we did that day! And that is how you treated me,” Lara condemned starkly, sticking to her point. “You see, I was only twenty-three and I had absolutely no experience with a man like you, Christophe. You are the one who took advantage…” “I wanted you like crazy, Lara!” The assurance was harsh, immovable, no admission of fault. Her mouth twisted painfully. Christophe Moreau appeared in Lara’s life in the most vulnerable moment possible. He was powerful, strong, stunning… way too overwhelming for such a young girl like herself. So, Lara got scared and pushed away his indecent proposal, choosing a comfortable life next to Randall Anderson, her best friend. Three years had passed since her ‘no’ to Christophe. Lara Anderson is now a widow and she’s facing a terrible drama: her father is accused of stealing money from the company he’s working for. Lara knows she can’t overcome this alone… She needs Christophe’s help to avoid her father being incarcerated. Christophe is suggesting a deal that will give him what he always wanted: Lara’s body. She must have been his for three months! But Lara can't give in to Christophe's demands. To let him possess her body and soul will be to give him the ultimate revenge… because he will discover that after three years of marriage, she is still… untouched!

"Aha…" I moaned while digging my fingers into his lustrous black hair while the stranger was busy sucking my nipple. "You are liking it, aren't you?" He whispered into my ear. My clit throbbed as I felt his magical fingers crawling down my waist, sending sparks of lust into my body. Lacing his fingers into my lace panties, he pulled them down and tossed them out of the bed. I shot out a loud moan when he ran his fingers up and down my clit. My heart throbbed when I saw his giant cock springing out of his underwear. Fuck! It was dripping already. He was eager to fuck me but I was scared if my innocent pussy could accommodate it. I crossed my legs but he harshly spread them apart and kissed my clit. "Fuck! You are wet already," he said, licking my clit. You need my dick badly, don't you?" I blushed when he read my mind, and was thrilled to lose my virginity to the handsome stranger to humiliate my husband. ------ Tonight was meant to be my wedding night where I should have been fucked by my husband but after how he left me at altar all alone and humiliated in front of the world, I decided to give away my virginity to a stranger in the hospital where I work.