Silver Demon King

Hunter King, the king of the underworld, has been designed to drive any beyond seven sensations of pleasure. His body is carved to perfection. His biceps clench and flex, and his abs tighten with his every movement. He is powerful and elegant. He is drawn to danger and a determination to conquer. Raven is determined and ready to play at any 's level. She is King's rival which makes her forbidden. As the heir to the Sloane Family, she stands on the opposite of Hunter King. on a very chance encounter, Hunter's path crosses that of Raven. Immediately there are drawn, yet they do not know who the either is to each other. Hunter sets on a ruthless path to Raven his own, but he is yet to discover who she really is. Can this beauty fall for Hunter's advances? Will they be able to see past their differences and unite as ?

Donovan Alken is soon to succeed his father and become the lycan king on his twentieth birthday. During the full moon night, he is mated to Alexis, a nerd who is always bullied by his friends. When Donovan learns that the new feelings he was having for Alexis isn't because of the mate bond but because his real feelings, he does all he can to push her away and get close to her at the same time. When destiny brings them together as a team in the school's football tournament and Donovan learns of her secret, he is torn between loving and hating the girl whose destiny is to end him.

"Do you really think someone like you is worthy of love?" he whispered in Eleanor's ear, making her body shudder in fear. "I... I don't know," she stuttered, her voice trembling, eyes fixed on the ground to avoid his piercing gaze. "I would never love a weak wolf like you, an aberration," he spat with disdain, his words filled with anger. "You shame our kind, Eleanor!" She slowly lifted her eyes to meet his intense gaze. "Do you hate me for this?" she asked, her voice faltering. "Hate?" He tilted his head, a cruel smile forming on his lower lip. "Hate is too soft a word. I feel repulsion towards you, disgust at being tied to such an insignificant being." Eleanor fought back tears as she heard his next words. "I, Asher Bennett, future Alpha of the Bloody Moon Pack, reject Eleanor Parker as my mate!" he growled angrily, turning away with contempt. "Never dare to say you're my mate again, You have a choice, Eleanor. You can bow down and accept your miserable fate... or you can fight, like the fool you are, thinking you have any chance." "A miserable fate for a wretched girl, what more could Eleanor Parker expect? After being brutally rejected by her mate and betrayed by her stepsister, sold like an animal by those who wished her dead, she rises from the ashes beside the great and supreme Alpha King Lynca, the cruelest of all werewolves capable of killing anyone who dares to disobey him. "I thought I signed my death sentence with the bloodthirsty Alpha King, responsible for hundreds of deaths. Yet, he became my rebirth, making me feel alive. Love drew me toward the abyss between us, where I could easily lose myself." Eleanor sighed, meeting his mesmerizing arctic blue eyes.

I was sold to the Devil. Rider Thorne. The Alpha King. A man whose name alone makes grown wolves tremble. My stepfather cleared his gambling debts by trading my life for a stack of cash, handing me over with a single, chilling instruction: Give the King an heir, and you go free. I accepted my fate. I prepared to be nothing more than a vessel, a temporary fixture in his cold, luxurious prison. I told myself I could survive his cruelty, his indifference, and his icy glare. But the moment he walked into the room, the universe played a cruel joke. The scent of rain and dark chocolate. Mate. The cruelest Alpha of all time is my soulmate. The sad part? He doesn't know. Or worse—he doesn't care. To him, I am just a tool. A breeder to secure his lineage before he discards me like trash. Heartbroken and realizing he will never look at me with love, I made a choice. I will give him what he bought, but he will never have my heart. But when I discover I’m carrying not just one heir, but three, and that my life is in danger, I did the unthinkable. I ran. Now, the Alpha King is tearing the world apart to find me. He realizes too late that the "tool" he bought was the other half of his soul. But he’s not chasing a submissive girl anymore. He’s chasing a mother protecting her cubs. Run, Bailey. Run.

It was impossible. It was a catastrophe. The Alpha King. The heartless, cursed, untouchable Alpha King who had never shown an ounce of interest in any female, had just found his fated mate. And it was this one. This trembling, cursed, white haired nobody from the ass-end of nowhere! ~~ In a shadowed realm where werewolves crush witches underfoot, meek Winter Moon , cursed with white hair and a tragic past, bonds with the silent, savage Alpha King Ezekiel Crescent. As her witch heritage unleashes shadowy powers and old vendettas erupt, their fiery attraction blooms into forbidden love. But can a frozen heart truly thaw before hatred devours them both??

Trained since childhood to be nothing but a weapon, Esme has lived under her father’s harsh hand. Poison runs in her veins, bruises mark her skin, and every lesson ends with a reminder; kill the king, or her mother dies. Sent into the werewolf palace as a kitchen maid, she waits for her moment, vial and blade hidden beneath her apron. But nothing in her father’s drills prepared her for King Ardon. The first time their eyes lock, something raw and dangerous stirs inside her, a pull she doesn’t understand and cannot control. Each day she spends in his halls, each command spoken in that steady voice, makes her mission harder to carry out. The court whispers. Enemies circle and Lady Selene sharpens her claws, determined to claim the crown by Ardon’s side. And Esme, trapped between loyalty to the man who raised her and the strange fire rising within her, stands on the edge of a truth she’s not ready to face. She was sent to kill the king, but she may be fated to love him.

On the first day of our marriage, Abyron, the Snake King, and I formed an empathic bond. It was thus impossible for me to doubt his love for me. However, on the seventh day, he slept with two rabbit girls. I collapsed completely. It felt worse than death. He sighed and said, “Yoelle, snakes are naturally lustful. It’s not that I don’t love you. You simply can’t satisfy me. You may deal with the women around me however you wish, but I won’t divorce you.” At first, I killed the women he favored out of jealousy. Later, I stopped caring at all. Then he dismissed his entire harem for a human woman named Xena Lane. That was when I asked for a divorce. It was not because of jealousy. It was because my little lover was demanding his place.

In the centre of the world of riches, guns and illegality. Stood a beautiful man with temperament as cool as sea and anger as violent as a tsunami. Eyes as deadly as an eagle and stare ,scary enough to bring half of this world down on its knees. Born with a silver spoon and the next heir to the network of the biggest mafia's in the world was he, Vincenzo Giordano Accardi .......................................................... Surrounded by country side waste and petty thieves. With pockets empty but heart loaded. Stood a poor girl with an average face. Heir to her father's debts and a mere room in the slums at the outskirts of the city. With a smile on those chapped lips and hope in those big brown eyes was she, Amara Luca ...................................................... He had 3 simple rules which she broke one by one . Rule 1 To love family before everything Rule 2 To reward deception with death. Rule 3 To never fall in love ......................................................... "He was the king of the underworld while she was a mere player in it, But then rules are meant to be broken when hearts overweight brains and deception plays its game." ...............................................

"Don't waste your time doing those." I heard his deep voice behind me as l accidentally dropped the spoon in my hand. "I-I wanted to make you breakfast." I replied in a timid voice, a little higher than a whisper. "I'm not hungry." He grumbled as he walked past me to settle on a stool. "Okay." I mumbled as I stood there like a statue not knowing what to do next. "You look hot in that dress." He smirked as he poured some scotch into a glass cup before taking a sip. "it's a pity I don't see you as a woman." "what do you see me as then?" | asked as I blinked away the tears forming in my eyes. "Just a pet." he shrugged. "not my fault your parents sold you to me." "What are you talking about? I'm your wife." I say as l glared at him. "Really? who told you that?" "My parents told me you loved me that was why you married me." My voice broke as I remembered how my parents convinced me into agreeing to our marriage. "Well, your parents lied." *************** Priscilla williams was forced into an arranged marriage because of her parent's debt to powerful mafia king Alfonso de Luca. Alfonso is known to be a cold and powerful person who thinks love is a man's weakness but what happens when Priscilla slowly becomes his weakness.

“I was her past but not her future.” Some say that our past is the reflection of our future, but what if your past is not part of your future? Living with her stepdad and battered mom, Mia dreamed of a safe life for her mother and brother. Struggling to her feet, she worked hard and planned for their escape until she stole a notebook from her best friend’s house one day and freed a curse Lycan King, which changed her life forever. Where the past meets the future, which love will she bind her heart, the past of the future? “Please, don’t leave! Help me!” I woke up hearing the strange voice calling me, crying and pleading for help. I tried to ignore it, but the voice was dragging my feet in his direction. The voice stops, and everything becomes quiet…. “Hi, I am Davon Maddox.” “Holy shit! You are the curse werewolf guy!”