Silence Wench

Do you crave passionate men, fated mates, and dangerous secrets? In a world where women are scarce and power is passed down in silence… Natalia wants only one thing: a fresh start. She fled a past that shattered her—used by men, marked by a system that treated her like property. She thinks she’s finally free… But some scars don’t belong to this life. When Pavel, Alexei, Roman, Leon, and Sergei Yakovlev find her, they feel the undeniable: The call of their fated mate. Wealthy, dangerous, and fiercely devoted, they were raised to wait for the one written in their souls. And now that they’ve found her… they won’t let her slip away. What none of them knows is that they were already bonded in another life— But torn apart before their fate could be fulfilled. She wants freedom. They want a second chance. A dark romance filled with power, passion, destiny, and eternal ties... Where love doesn’t come to rescue you— It comes to reclaim what was always meant to be yours.

Bound by visions, torn by time, pulled together by something ancient. No distance could sever it. No pain could silence it. Surrendering to the bond that nearly tore them apart— It didn’t claim them. It consumed them. What begins as a sacred bond between Alpha and Luna… evolves. Into something older. Rarer. An Ailm bond—whispered through bloodlines long extinct. Their souls don’t touch—they merge. Two bodies. One pulse. One wrath. One love so fierce it bends time, shatters fate, and redraws the lines of what’s possible. Now the humans rise with purpose. Demanding the impossible— Baylee and Caden. But they weren’t made to be owned. They were crowned in fire, baptized in blood, forged by fate and fury. Together—a reckoning. A key. Whispered about in prophecy. Buried in blood. If used to unseal what sleeps beneath the earth… It won’t just cost them their lives. It will unmake the world. This is Book 4 of The Blood Moon Saga series, Crowned in fire, Baptized in Blood, the continuation of Caden and Baylee’s story.

What would you do when you find out that, the man who stole your first kiss, whom you lost your virginity to was your best friend's Father! ***************** The pace of his thrusts increased, the only sound breaking the thick silence of the night, coming from his balls hitting my center. His large hands pinning my weight down on to the bed, muffling my screams in the process. We were threading on a thin line. His daughter, my best friends was just next to us, sleeping in the other room. I wondered how she hadn't yet been alerted by our love making. What would she say, if she had discovered me in such a position with her father! Deeper and deeper he went, making it harder and harder for me to hold in my cries. "Shh!" He whispered, his warm breath rubbing on my cheek. "You don't want to wake up your friend now, do you!"

It had been ten years since Julliane was cast out by the very people she once called family. Her own mother and stepbrother had driven her away from Magnolia Manor-the grand estate owned by the Dankworth family. Now, after a decade of silence, Lance Dankworth, the eldest son of the man her mother had married, stood at her door. He came bearing grim news, her mother had been in a tragic accident. An event serious enough to require Julliane's return to the manor she had long left behind. Julliane couldn't forget how Lance used to see her. He'd branded her a troublemaker, a slut, even when she was just a girl. To him, she had brought nothing but shame and pain to his family. And yet, here he was, asking her to come back with him. She knew he despised her. So why, after all these years, was he suddenly asking her to stay-and worse, to marry him?

She was meant to inherit an empire. Instead, she became a prisoner in her own home. Grace Wellington, a gifted piano prodigy and heiress to the Wellington fortune, has been missing from the public eye for nearly a decade. People say she’s living abroad in peace. But the truth was that she’s been locked away, hidden by her own stepfamily, slowly fading into silence as the world forgets her face. Her inheritance depends on one rule: marry by 26 and get 50% of her father’s estate. Have a child, and she gets 85%. But as her birthday nears, her stepmother and stepbrother conspire to steal her identity and fortune, using a beautiful stranger to play her role. But Grace isn’t the fragile girl they once controlled, not anymore. Now, she’s ready to reclaim her name, her life, and her voice. But the deeper she digs, the more dangerous everything becomes, especially when the man she loves is being seduced by an impostor.

Elle pensait avoir touché le fond. Un café minable, une tante droguer, des journées sans fin à survivre dans l'ombre. Mais le pire n'était pas encore venu. Il est apparu, vêtu de rouge et de silence, avec le pouvoir d'un roi et le cœur d'un monstre. Sans choix, sans issue, elle s'est retrouvée prise au piège d'un mariage arrangé, dans une maison où chaque regard est une menace, chaque sourire un mensonge. Il veut un héritier. Elle veut sa liberté. Mais entre la haine, le désir et la douleur, les règles ne tiennent jamais longtemps. Et quand l'amour naît là où il ne devrait jamais exister, tout peut basculer.

Shana ward is the son of a wealthy businessman in their city. However, Shana's wealth status is hidden from the public to prevent her father's enemies from targeting Shana. Shana's life was fine before she met Dennis. Shana accidentally entering Dennis's room while running away from her father's enemies is the cause of everything. Dennis was a famous actor at the time. Their second meeting at a nightclub changes Dennis and Shana's lives. In a state of drunkenness, they both tied the knot with a contract. Since marrying Dennis, Shana's life has never been peaceful with her father's enemies getting to know her and Dennis who doesn't love her because indeed Dennis already has a girlfriend named Bethany. In silence, Bethany often messes up Shana's life. Will Shana's life be restless until the end and will Dennis open his heart to Shana? Stay tuned in the story Regret: Love that Changes Everything.

After being reborn, the first thing my cousin and I did was switch grooms. In our previous lives, we had gotten married on the same day. She, gentle and composed by nature, became the wife of Blake Malcolm, the aloof naval commander. On their wedding anniversary, Blake skipped the occasion to celebrate his childhood friend's birthday. My cousin had only wanted an explanation, but Blake claimed his conscience was clear. They fell into a silence that lasted fifty years. And me? With my temper—quick to fight, never one for patience—I had married an accountant from the machinery plant's compound. The accountant was soft-spoken, forever complaining about how loud I was, and how little I cared about appearances. We fought every three days, major arguments every five. Eventually, he stopped coming home. Less than a year into the marriage, we divorced. Then one day, my cousin and I opened our eyes and found ourselves young again—and it was the day we were to marry. Again.

Il la fixa longuement. Trop longuement. Le cœur de Dolores cognait contre sa poitrine. Mais elle ne baissa pas les yeux. Pas devant lui. Pas ici. Pas maintenant. Alexander Manchester. PDG insupportablement charismatique. Froid. Arrogant. Intouchable. Le genre d’homme devant qui tout plie… sauf elle. Son regard était une lame. Tranchante. Invasive. Elle chercha un doute, un frémissement, un signe de faiblesse. Rien. Juste la détermination glacée d’un homme habitué à obtenir ce qu’il veut. — Je dois assister à une réunion pour le partage des parts de l’entreprise familiale, la semaine prochaine. Ma fiancée est coincée à l’étranger. Y aller seul serait mal vu. Mes parents ne doivent rien savoir. Et je déteste perdre la face. Sa voix était calme, basse, presque dénuée d’émotion. Mais chaque mot tombait lourd, chargé d’un enjeu qu’il ne nommait pas. Elle ne répondit pas. Son silence n’était pas du vide — c’était une tempête contenue. Il s’approcha. Lentement. Sa présence semblait s’étendre, engloutir l’espace. Chaque pas était calculé. Chaque geste, mesuré. Du bout des doigts, il frôla le bord de son bureau. Juste assez pour marquer un territoire. — Sois ma femme. Pour 15 jours. Et je triple ton salaire. Tu viens avec moi. Tu souris. Tu joues le rôle. Et dans 15 jours, on oublie tout. Il lâcha ça comme une bombe à retardement. Puis attendit. — C’est une blague ? Sa voix fendit le silence, un brin d’ironie accroché à l’incrédulité. — Est-ce que j’ai l’air de plaisanter ? Son regard l’écrasa. Aucune échappatoire. Aucune équivoque. Elle aurait pu dire non. Elle aurait dû dire non.

"The way you behave...behave around me, with me it's highly inappropriate. I don't want you think I'll be your little assistant that you fuck on top of your desk or in the break room, if that's your intention I think it's best if you fire me or atleast send me back to work for Mr Caine," I told him after a couple seconds of silence I turned to face him to be greeted with a hard look on his face."Amelia....I'm sorry if you thought that was my intention, I can see where you would get that idea.. and I apologize for my lack of communication, in what I want,""So what do you want?" I asked my voice sounding strange I cleared my throat, he reached forward taking my ice-cream placing it on the bench his hand moving to my chin making sure I held eye contact."You..I want you Amelia," he answered his voice soft but held a level of firmness. Before another thought can pass through my mind, his lips are on mine