Skin Tones Names

“Coming back after just leaving a few hours ago with no injury on you, I guess you must have chicken out” his mocking voice said making me stop in my tracks, turning around. “Seems you have something against me, elder” I said, looking at him. “I have nothing against you, girl. I have something against the creature living rent free inside of you” he said. Guess someone is blunt today. “What happened to the creature inside of me?” I asked, looking at him calmly. “They are vile, unfit and too weak to stand against a demon like us” he spat at me. “And what is your solution, elder?” I asked. “Leave the king and go back to where you came from, we don’t want you here. Our king deserves better” he said, glaring at me hatefully. Hated for being a wolf Being abused physically and mentally by a demon who has an unhealthy obsession over her mate Trying to prove herself to her mate’s kingdom while trying to protect her loved one’s, Lillian definitely have enough on her plate, will she prove herself she is not the names she is being called or will a bigger threat, not only claim her life but the one’s around her and the throne?

Katherine Harrison swore one night with Dorian would be nothing more than a reckless mistake. A secret to bury. But when her father drags her into a summer of forced family bonding with her new stepmother, Katherine finds herself under the same roof as the one man she can’t stand and can’t stop craving. Dorian lives to provoke her. Every smirk, every filthy word, every brush of his body against hers feels like a dare she’s seconds away from losing. He knows exactly how to get under her skin, and the line between hate and desire blurs more with every stolen glance. She tells herself to ignore him. To remember he’s off-limits. To keep her distance. But Dorian has other plans…plans that could expose their darkest secret and burn their world to the ground. This summer, Katherine will have to decide, fight the fire or let it consume her whole.

Vivienne Moonborne was born by whim of the Moon goddess Selmara, and heir to the most revered pack in the realm. Until the night everything burned. Her parents were slaughtered. Her wolf silent. Her mate—Silas Vale—betraying her in the arms of another. She was sold into the Lycan slave trade and marked as nothing more than breeding stock for the highest bidder but Vivienne was never meant to be anyone’s pawn. Beneath her skin burns the truth of her birthright: she is the last Silvercrown. A Rune-marked silver wolf born of prophecy and power. Her blood can save or enslave. Her enemies want to control her but when fate collides with fire, a new legacy rises. Rescued by Cassius Noctbourne the ruthless Alpha King of Noctshire. Vivienne is offered protection but protection has a price and love… is the most dangerous game of all. She was betrayed once. She won’t be again. The wolf they tried to bury is back and this time, she’s hunting for vengeance.

The wedding had barely started when the lights went out. Then came the moans—from the giant screen behind the altar. Hailey froze. Her skin went ghost-pale. Her whole body shook. A beat later, the doors slammed open. Leading the charge? Nolan. Cold eyes, sharp suit, and bodyguards in tow. He stormed the stage. The groom tried to stop him. Big mistake. Nolan's guys dropped him in seconds. Nolan grabbed a fistful of the groom's hair and yanked his head back. "Heh. I've slept with Hailey hundreds—maybe thousands—of times. Used condoms alone could fill your house. Wanna see the HD vids?" Hailey's eyes locked on Nolan, pure hate. She'd been his kept woman for eight years. He loathed her family. He loathed her. Swore she'd never know peace. Then she disappeared—and he lost his mind.

Vampire Selina, after avenging her brother's murder, slept for five hundred years, after which she was forced to wake up by a strange scent. Just woke up from a long sleep, she was forced to sign a blood contract by a human girl - Oralie Langley. Oralie promises that after Selina helps her get revenge, she will forcefully break the contract, volunteering to turn to ashes and set Selina free. Selina is convinced, reluctantly along with this lowly human to go through the conspiracies and engage in danger. Oralie - A human girl who is warm, gentle, and sincere, like a little sun. And a vampire as hungry for warmth as Selina fell in love with that girl. But this little sun, not as bright as it seems… After all, who is Oralie? What is her true identity? And her true purpose, is it as simple as she says it is? Stripping away this beautiful skin, what does Oralie have left? Is it a corrupt conspiracy, or a dirty truth?

The Sex Doctor: Bestfriend Crush ( Book 1) This book contains Steamy mature contents, not suitable for Underage. **** Thirty years old straight self-made billionaire playboy Roth Dimitri only has one agenda in life, that is to never fall in love with any woman irrespective of her skin colour, body shape, and never to get married. He love Women, Roth was 100% straight, he is the Sex Doctor of NYC, a pro in the game, endowed in every areas, he love the scream of pleasure from women as he takes them to that secret place, only him is capable of taking them to. But someone is around the corner, watching, wanting, Aroused, panting and lustfully desiring. He wants Roth, he would get Roth, he would taste Roth, he would change Roth. Tristan is ready to risk everything and anything he has to make Roth his, he's ready to risk even the ten years of them being Bestfriend.

“Cursed child. Bad omen. The Alpha’s doomed bride.” That’s what they called me since the night I was born under the blood moon. ****** Desdemona is a cursed child right from birth, her skin marked by the moon itself. In a society where humans despise werewolves, Desdemona carries the cruel fate of being bound to one. Hated. Mocked. Even her own parents look at her with disgust, showering love only on her perfect sister while treating her as nothing but a burden. But curses don’t break easily. And her destiny waits in the shadows — the day she becomes the Alpha’s Cursed Bride. When she is forced to marry Alpha Alaric. Sold out by her own people, betrayed by her family, she must now survive in a pack of wolves where every whisper and glance could mean death. And the prophecy hangs over her, will she live, or will the curse claim her first?

"One wish,” whispered Rica. “A love that will last forever.” Rica jumped out of her bed when she saw a man lying in the bed next to her. She stared at him, fascinated by his handsome face. He had an attractive aquiline nose which complemented his projecting cheekbones and alluring lips. His black glistening hair was coiffed to perfection. She closed her eyes. “This is just a dream,” she told herself pinching her own skin to wake herself up. “This is not a dream and I am your husband.” Her eyes widened as she stared at the manly figure standing in front of her. His perfect amber-colored eyes met hers. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no words came out. She was so confused. Yesterday, her boyfriend broke up with her, and now a stranger has appeared claiming they were married to each other. Is he the one she has been waiting for? A love that will last forever?

She was born a storm, feared and powerful. She got betrayed by those she loved and trusted the most. Now, she wonders alone. A shadow of who she once was, with a silenced wolf inside of her that once howled so fiercely. When Selene stumbles into Blackridge territory, broken and near death, she's mistaken for an Omega. For her safety, she hides behind this identity, concealing the fire that once made her a legend. But the ruthless Alpha Caden of Blackridge can't be easily fooled. With eyes like steel and scent of bloodshed on his skin, he watches her like a predator does its prey. As tensions rise, secrets whisper through the trees and power begins to stir. Because some wolves are not meant to kneel and some bonds are forged in fire, not fate. Will she reclaim her wolf before they discover the truth? Or will Alpha Caden see her for what she is before she's ready to fight again?

I had been married to James Tennant for seven years. In that time, he had already kept twenty-nine mistresses, like pretty little canaries in gilded cages. Now, I saw the thirtieth one in our bedroom, young and draped in nothing but a bath towel, lounging across our bed. I turned to him and asked coldly, “Can’t get enough out there, huh? Did you really have to bring her home?” The girl deliberately tugged her towel lower, her pale skin showing as she sneered, “Mr. Tennant says you’re like a dead corpse in bed! He wanted me to teach you how to please a man.” That night, I was forced to watch their little performance right in front of me. The next morning, James was furious at my indifference, resenting me for not reacting. However, he seemed to forget that our marriage was nothing but a contract, and in just one week, that contract would expire.