Skin Walker Meaning

“I hate you, Duncan." She yelled, her eyes blazing as she took a step back. “Very much” Alpha Duncan chuckled as he shook his head in wonder. “I know, Selena and that's why I want you." When Alpha Duncan the Lycan King came to choose his mate, it was Selena the beta of the walker's pack. Selena hated him, no she detested him so much but Duncan didn't care. She is his and he will make her his with or without her permission.

Are you in for some mind-boggling story that will poke your curiosity? The story will allow you to feel a strong emotion reflecting an intense desire or boundless enthusiasm and willingness to suffer for what your heart desires and what you truly love. This story will change your perception of the real meaning of love. Dylan and Aria will teach us the valuable lesson that sometimes the sacrifice of love costs too much to bear by yourself.

Ares Walker and Zeus Allen are good friends but their friendship ruined when their parents forced them to get married for business benefits. Although Ares was willing to marry Zeus because he fell in love with him, Zeus never saw Ares as more than a friend. So, after marriage Zeus started to humiliate and torture Ares mentally. He didn't even treat him as human. When Ares lost his patience, he decided to make Zeus taste his own medicine. He was determined to give Zeus every humiliation he got from him.

Claire fell in love with a vampire, named Jacob. But Jacob can't be mended during the day because he has a different skin type. But thanks to Claire because she studies the skin of Jacob. Claire wanted to be with him not just by night but every day. However, Jacob died accidentally. Furious and depressed, Claire took her own life. After all, the vampire wasn't really dead. So, Claire made a contract with the soul reaper to talk and to see Jacob again. However, the soul reaper tricks her. She had been reincarnated, but she forgot who she was. Is she having the ability to return to Jacob? Or is she going to be trapped in a body that doesn't remember anything?

Not having much of a choice Jane Walker was forced into a path due to circumstances. She realized life wasn't so pleasant when she was not in control. Jane attempts to assemble her once-perfect, now disrupted life after losing a constant in her life. The struggle that came with grief seemed to consume her. Loneliness began to make sense. A new journey of endurance begins as she entangles fate with Niklaus Salvatore; a man that without realizing changed whatever she thought she knew, a man that possessed the power to either ruin her more or be her salvation.

Olivia Anderson is a young, ordinary girl but the thing that is not ordinary about her is her job: being a stripper. She is compelled to do the job because of her sick mother who is a cancer patient, but she loses her job while protecting herself from being harassed. Thomas Walker is the sole heir to a billion-dollar business, but the dilemma is that he can enjoy the perks only if he marries and produces an heir. Different, yet, compelling circumstances bring them together to form a contracted marriage for a year. But, will they go their separate ways after the year ends? Will the marriage not turn into something more?

🔞 WARNING: STRICTLY RATED 18!!!🔞 Lorenzo pulled my hair back as I moaned aloud, the harmonic sound of my moan and the sound of our skin slapping reverberating through the room. He pounded into me roughly, his cock thrusting in and out, sending waves of pleasurable pain across my arched back. I quivered under his electrifying touch, my heart racing in my ribcage. Skin on skin, flash against flesh, I felt an uncontrollable desire as my soul stirred. I bit down a moan, a curse escaping my throat as he spanked my ass. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, stars spinning around me. "Fuck, Lavender!" He whispered in satisfaction as he pumped his load into me, pulling his inches out. ~ An Angel and The Devil. Beauty and The Beast. A Damsel In Distress With No Prince Charming. That was where it began, a passionate one night stand that tangled their destinies. She is ready to serve him and be his ride or die, for no reason but to carry out the assignment entrusted to her to destroy him. But what happens when the lines between lust and duty starts to fade?

Kylie Walker had a very sad past. She was broken. The only ones who care and help her being alive are her brother, dad and friends. But is it really the feeling of being alive. Or probably half dead? Raffael King is an infamous bad boy. He is a city's heartthrob. He was in Spain this whole time, away from everyone he loves. His life was nothing but torture. What will happen when two broken parts will merge into one? When will they feel completely alive? It's a modern fairy tail, so will there be a happy ending?

Warning, this book contains some mature content which is rated 18+ ******** Eugene Ari Darian, a name meaning well-born, superior and Gift is a Greek god who knows nothing about his father. He's filled with emptiness and even after eons, he still feels the same. The only source of comfort he has is his mother who visits once or twice a month from Mount Olympus.

His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradled my hand, staring in disbelief at the mark he left behind. “This,” Sevastian murmured, his voice low and sharp. “Is my mark and ring.” His tone carried an edge, dangerous yet confident, as if the words were meant to bind me. “The symbol that you are no longer Celestina Valeztina-Savelli.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and my chest tightened as he whispered the next words. “...but Celestina Valeztina-Ortega.” His next words were a soft snarl, dripping with ruthless certainty. “My property, my wife.” He added, while locking his gaze on me. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of remorse, only that same ruthless determination that chilled me to my core. I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go. "You’re insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling despite my best efforts not to show it. “Yes, I’m insane,” he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice, “And I can drive you crazy…” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.