Solo Leveling Middle Finger

Sarah was not expecting to find love when she started her new job. She felt drawn to him like to no other man before. Things escalated quickly but she would soon find out that Sam is not exactly the man she thought he was. She had heard about werewolves in movies, but never did she imagined they existed. Soon, she finds herself in the middle of a dark and ancient prophecy threatening to awaken. With her mate at her side, will she be able to save the pack from this prophecy?

Aah!“ Jojo groans and pushes Finn away. Her eyes open wide as she looks at him. “Finn? What was that? You are my brother!“ Finn sighs, licking his lips and staring into his eyes. “Am I?“ He asks. He tries to hold himself back from pulling her in and kissing her again. Jojo blinks her eyes in confusion. She lifts her finger and touches her wet lips. “What? You have always been my brother, right? We... we can't do this.” Finn scoffs and leans closer to her again. “Stop being so naive, Jojo. Yes, you are my little sister. But you can be something else, can't you?“ “Something like?“ The more confused Jojo asks, looking into his eyes. But she shudders again. “Brother? Why are you looking at me like that?“ Finn chuckles and holds her chin. “Like what? Isn't it because I want to kiss you again?“ He asks and leans in for a kiss. “Um… Brother…” “Ssh!“ Just at the same time, the door is pushed open, and Vera walks in. Jojo quickly adjusts her clothes. “Your fiancee is here... I'll leave,” she says. But Finn pulls her into his arms and prevents her from leaving. “I want you to stay,” he says, looking up at Vera, whose eyes are teary. “What do you want, Vera?“

A mysterious girl, known to be heartlessly cold, with a gun in her hand. Two criminals on the tip of her gunpoint, shivering and begging her for mercy, who used to be proud of their tremendous power. A secretive guy who fell in love with that girl and trusted her blindly, without knowing who she was. A child in the middle of the chaos to be protected and kept away from the fire of revenge. And a shadow secretly controlling the whole game and playing with their lives. The pawns are chosen and the war has begun. They're all trapped in this maze of secrets and revenge, holding each other at gunpoints. The maze gets more twisted with each step they take and the only thing that can get them out of there... is Death.

Astrid Williams, the daughter of the great Alpha of Red Moon Pack, George Williams. She never thought she would meet her mate in the middle of the war. Unfortunately, the mate she was waiting for was the Alpha, who killed her parents and invaded her pack. To escape, she jumped into the ocean, which caused her to lose her memories. Alpha Vincent Miller, the Alpha of Blackwood Pack, resented the family Williams. For him, Williams is responsible for his father's death. When he found out Astrid had amnesia, he took advantage of the situation to get and enslave her. What if Astrid's memories came back? What will prevail? Love or hatred?

The Protagonist of the story : Fayth Aurora Valentino is just another average teenager. She is the epitome of the word introvert, who would rather be buried in her books than do anything else. She was hoping to complete her senior with very little problems and finally be able to attend the universities of her dreams. But what happens when suddenly the ground beneath her feet opens up wide and suddenly she is falling into an endless void. A fourth war that threatens to finish the last set of humans, breaks all over the world and this time, hope is something that is no longer existent. A girl who was always cocooned is thrown right in the middle of a battlefield, fighting for something that she doubts will survive any longer. Fighting for the people who will ultimately betray her. The lines between right and wrong get so blurred that she often slips. Hurting strangers to protect the ones she loves, is it right or wrong? Is a question that looms over her head all the time. Enemies become friends, while the ones she trusted the most stab her in the back, literally. Fayth finds herself turning into someone that she isn’t sure whether she loves or hates. Everywhere she turns she finds herself losing the people she loves. Everything seems to be drawing out her energy leaving behind an empty shell made up of only pain and sorrow.

'You know I don't take no as an answer so you have one chance, baby girl.' 'Your body or...' He trailed off with a smirk, he enjoyed how her eyes cowered in fear and how her body trembled against his hold. ___ He was the devil and she was the tamer. Jasira found herself being entangled in the cobwebs made by Alejandro to drawn her back, to have her being wrapped under his finger but he doesn't know she was dangerous than what he expected. He was the most feared man in their country and she was a mere waitress. What happened when the devil met his tamer, they fell in love; no! They revenged!

"I own you!" He towers over me, trapping me against the wall. "I'm not yours to own," I reply. "But you are," He insists, he brings his hand to my neck and trails it down, only touching me with his fingertips. "Every single part of your body is mine." He trails his finger down the valley of my breasts, down my waist where he grabs me and pulls me to his chest. My eyes gazing deep into his, he says "And I can do whatever I want to do with it." *************************************** Bella Arthur is a twenty five -year-old omega, living with her younger sister who has cancer. As an orphan, Bella works two jobs to provide for her sister and pay for her medication. When she's offered a life-changing contract, she must decide whether to regret the contract and find her way through life or risk her life by spending 182 days in the Lycan's palace, known as hell on earth.

Elise has never thought she could be someone special until she is warped into the past—to the Land of Magic—in Ancient Egypt. She finds herself including her brother and a couple of friends in the middle of the battle, between the Scorpion King and the Cobra King. She needs to choose to forge an alliance with to be able to survive in this ancient time and place and figure out how they can go back to their present time and be reunited with their parents.

My name is Sarah. I am an alpha female, but I live like an slave in the middle of my father pack. I am just the bastard child of my family, the product of rape and everyone hates me. I hoped that when I turned 18 my life would change. But everything got worse, and on my eighteen birthday my own mother tried to kill me, but the odds were in my favor. I lived while my mother died. I continued to hope that something will change. All I wanted in this life was to find someone to love me. All I wanted was to find my mate, and more than that I wanted that mate to be my friend , Patrick, the Alpha King son. The only man who ever showed me some kindness. I hoped that he will take me out from Blood Mon Pack, where my father tolerates me only because the magic from my blood. It is said that the hope dies last. Well folks! Let me tell you, my hope died! The day I found out that Patrick wanted my sister, and I was just a tool in his hands. Like I said, I'm Sarah Thomson In the eyes of some werewolves, I am less than a slave. But is that an actual fact or my pack members got it wrong?

I married Rafe Maretti—the man who owned the Maretti Casino empire. Sophisticated, ruthless, but sinfully charming. By year three of our marriage, I introduced my little sister to his nephew, Adam Moretti—twenty-five, all sharp smiles and sharper ambition. He ran the dirtier side of the family’s business—arms, drugs, the kind of trade that dripped blood and money in equal parts. I married the powerful, irresistible uncle. She married the young, dangerous nephew. It was supposed to be our fairytale. Then one day, I got kidnapped in Rafe’s casino. Snatched by a rival mafia family desperate to force Rafe to sign over one of his biggest, most profitable casinos. Except Rafe didn’t answer the phone or even notice I was gone. The kidnappers grew impatient. First, it was slaps. Then punches. Then they shattered my leg and buried a knife in my stomach. Still no word from my husband. Until finally, after what felt like a hundred unanswered calls, a single message came through. "I’m with Bianca. She’s having a stomach. Stop calling." Once the kidnappers realized I had no value, they dumped me in a rotting warehouse like discarded luggage. It was Isla, my sister, who found me. She got me out. And then the brakes failed. The car spun out. Isla went unconscious beside me. I tried calling Adam. Isla’s husband. But as soon the call went through, all I could hear was. “Leave me along. Isla, I am in the middle of something here.” When I clearly heard a woman’s voice in the back. If not for a passing stranger, Isla and me wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let along have survived. So when I opened my eyes again, the first thing I thought was: I’m divorcing that sorry bastard. The Maretti can go to hell.