Sonic Riders Tails

A virgin at thirty? A plus-size? Yes, that's Hera. After a painful heartbreak, she shuts herself off and chooses to focus on her career. Well, that's until She meets Mason aka Viper, the leader of Shadow riders motorcycle club on her way to her best friends wedding. He stakes his claim on her but life has a way of messing people up. Past traumas and bitter Ex's crawl on them. Hera has a secret, will Mason accept this side of her when he learns about it? *** He is ready to settle, she only wants to play around. He is Jepoy aka Zero. The deadly weapon of the club, yet she elopes his traps, avoiding his claim. She was not always like this, a traumatic marriage changed her. He saved her from him, but he can't save her from the hell she lives in everyday. Chloe knows she isn't ready to settle, Jepoy knows he must stake a claim on her. Two wounded souls, two different destination, is there a future for them? TRIGGER WARNING: The story contains sensitive information. Acts of violence and extremely mature content (+18) will be explored. Proceed with caution.

« Mademoiselle Lebrun, nous avions suivi vos instructions à la lettre : le corps ‘mort' vous ressemblait en tous points. Nous devions le livrer dans dix jours, directement sur le lieu de votre mariage avec Monsieur Humbert. » Au bout du fil, la voix calme de l'employé procurait enfin un peu de répit à Doriane Lebrun, dont les nerfs étaient à vif depuis des semaines. « Parfait, je vous remercie », répondait-elle. « Tout est en ordre, rassurez-vous. Aucune suspicion n'est possible : l'identification sera indiscutable. » Doriane sentait alors son souffle lui revenir, comme si un poids immense se soulevait. Elle prenait encore quelques minutes pour confirmer les derniers détails de l'opération avant de raccrocher. Puis, recomposant son masque de sérénité, elle franchissait la porte de la loge privée. À l'intérieur, les rires et les conversations s'éteignaient instantanément à son entrée, comme coupés au couteau.

What will you do if one day, you suddenly wake up with ears above your head and tails behind your back? What if you suddenly came back to how you were, 20 years ago, just with different eyes and hair color? Coming home from a late-night party, Tiffany George passed out as soon as she felt the softness and warmth of her comfy bed. She stinks of alcohol, explaining her carefree behavior, resulting into a deep sleep with her corporate attire on. On the next day, a phone call had woken her up. She massaged her aching temples and reached for her phone on the bedside table. She answered it without even bothering to look at the caller ID, her voice hoarse as she said hello. “Ms. George, what time do you think is it?” a cold voice floated over the phone, waking Tiffany out of her daze. She immediately hung-up the call and rose from the bed. But the moment she tried to reach the floor with her feet… she realized something amiss. She touched her face and felt her chest… A long silence ensued before her loud scream filled the entire room.

Maggie, daughter of the leader of the Dark Storm pack, was a wolf promised in marriage to the son of the Lycrox pack’s heir. Though skeptical at first, she eventually falls in love with Lance and swears to be his perfect Luna until her arranged marriage ends in disaster when she is betrayed and killed in a planned attack by her pack and her husband’s. However, she is reborn with a fierce determination to reclaim her rightful place as the leader of her pack. As she navigates the complex politics of the pack, she discovers that her betrayal was orchestrated by a larger enemy that seeks to take over her territory. She begins to recognize her enemies and when she finds herself at crossroads, Maggie must decide whether to seek revenge on her former pack or to ally with them to defeat their common enemy when they come running back to her with their tails between their legs. Along the way, she discovers her true enemy and it is a much larger enemy than she can ever imagine. Phoenix, the moon goddess, mother of all wolves, wants to reverse the creation of wolves. The power to stop her lies in Maggie’s hands. So uhn...dear readers this book gets intense from chapter 36 between with some heated scenes between the female lead and the two male leads so just a quick warning before you delve in.

Après un grave accident de voiture, Mia se réveille amnésique. Elle ne se souvient plus de son passé, ni de ses parents, ni de l’homme qu’elle aimait. Alexandre, l’homme qui vit à ses côtés, lui affirme qu’ils forment une famille depuis des années, avec leur fils Jérémiah. Fragile, dépendante et en pleine rééducation, Mia s’accroche à cette nouvelle réalité, persuadée qu’elle doit faire confiance à celui qui se présente comme son sauveur. Peu à peu, malgré son apparente reconstruction, des fissures apparaissent. Des détails incohérents, des attitudes étranges, des réactions excessives d’Alexandre. Des fragments de mémoire reviennent : une cave, des cris, une voiture, un homme qui la poursuit. Alexandre n’est pas un sauveur. Il est son bourreau. Pris au piège de ses mensonges, Alexandre devient de plus en plus instable.

Born into the ruthless Ironclaw Dominion, Eyrix was the only Omega in a dynasty of brutal Alpha heirs—beaten, humiliated, and branded defective. Eyrix fled the Ironclaw Dominion pack, never knowing his blood carried the power to make Alphas kneel. His escape leads him straight into the territory of the outlaw Blackfang Riders, where he is captured by their merciless Alpha leader, Ryder Blackfang, a wolf who despises Omegas. Ryder wants a pet. What he gets is a living weapon. When Ironclaw assassins invade Blackfang pack, Eyrix’s hidden Veilblood power awakens—an ancient Omega force that strips Alphas of their dominance and turns their wolves into trembling servants. His scent becomes addictive, his blood burns Alpha skin, and suddenly every pack wants him. Ryder’s desire twists into a dangerous obsession: Eyrix is no longer just his captive—he is his fate. But Ryder is not the only Alpha drawn to Eyrix. Lucien Silverhowl, the cold and calculating leader of the secretive Silverhowl Covenant, known for hunting and controlling the Veilblood Omegas. Lucien knows the truth of the Eyrix Veilblood line. Alpha Ryder wants to cage Eyrix for love. Alpha Lucien wants to use him to overthrow the Alpha order itself. Caught between two rival Alpha kings, Eyrix must decide who to trust—before his family returns to claim the Omega they bred to end them all. Hunted by his brutal family, torn between two deadly Alphas, and haunted by a bloodline meant to end Alpha rule forever, Eyrix must decide: will he be owned, will he be used… or will he rise and make every Alpha bow?

“Elena,” he says. My name has never sounded more filthy. He slams the door shut behind him with a kick of his foot and I flinch. My hand remains behind my back, it is a good thing he does not notice that my hands are now free. He inches forward and I take as many steps back as I can until I hit the wall. He comes even closer until his ugly face is mere inches away from my own. I can smell the stench of his wolf as he roughly grabs me by the chin. I quake uncontrollably, it is as if a wave of parasitic worms has taken hold of me, his touch is repulsive as it is nauseating. This man, who is old enough to be my father leans in and smiles. My eye starts to water and a sob escapes my lips. ****** Elena is a wolf-less girl who hails from a long line of omegas. One day, the enemy pack comes demanding for tributes, virgin girls to work as their slaves and to save her family, Elena volunteers to become one. She ends up a slave to the alpha of the enemy pack where she is horribly tortured. All hope seems lost and all she wants to do is to die, but then her savior comes in the form of Hunter, the alpha of the Storm Riders pack. Hunter takes one look at her and realizes she is his one true mate. But the only problem is, she has already been claimed by the alpha of the enemy pack. Will Elena be set free and allowed to choose her own path and happiness? Or will she be forever doomed to live in the shadows of her scars and past?

For twenty years, Lyra Solis was the perfect daughter, the perfect socialite, and the perfect fiancée. But the moment the Solis family’s biological daughter, Seraphina, returned from the Outer Rim, Lyra’s life became an expired contract. The betrayal was total: her parents turned their backs, and her fiancé—the man she was supposed to spend her life with—spent his sacred Alpha rut in the arms of her sister. To seal Lyra’s fate, Seraphina committed the ultimate crime: she hacked Lyra’s terminal to submit a Genetic Pairing Application. Under Alpha Prime Interstellar Law, the match is permanent. The bond is unbreakable. And the recipient is random. Lyra didn't cry. She didn't beg. She simply walked away from the only home she ever knew to meet the stranger the system had chained her to. She expected a commoner. She expected a life of obscurity. Instead, she found Valerius Thorne. He is a vision of lethal beauty: ink-black hair, violet eyes, and nine shimmering silver tails that speak of a lineage long thought extinct. Trapped in a violent, drug-induced rut and hunted by assassins, the Nine-Tailed Prince of the Empire is at his most vulnerable. When he clings to Lyra, whispering, "My star, did you come to take me home?" Lyra says yes. What Lyra doesn't know is that she is a Null-Frequency, the only genotype in the galaxy capable of taming the most powerful Alpha in existence. The Solis family thinks they threw her to the wolves. They have no idea she’s coming back at the side of a God.

"Do you think her highness went to talk to our king?" Cindy asked. "No way, that would be a mistake" Amore answered. "Why is that?" I asked curiously. They looked at each other for some minutes. "Girls we are all servants here," Miriam said trying to make them spill anything they know. "The king is busy preparing the wedding" Cindy answered in a whisper. "Oh yes preparing it on lady Grace" Amore answered with laughter. "Lady Grace?" Debby asked. "Yes, lady Grace the beautiful daughter of lord Ridder" Cindy answered. "You mean, he is having sex with her right now as we speak?. As in he sleeps with her?" I asked trying to understand what I thought I was hearing wrong. "The king sleeps with Almost half of the castle ladies, the king finds pleasure in all the women here, mostly the younger ones, but his best is lady Grace. I can bet you five tails of gold right now, when you go upstairs you will hear the screams, he can never get enough of lady Grace. Every time we walk by, we could hear their moans and groans, and at times when the king sits with lady Grace on his throne, he touches her almost everywhere, his not afraid to show everyone how much she means to him," Amore said. "Poor princess, she will be marrying a man who is in love with another, rumor has it that our king only agreed to marry the princess because of the ministers who advised him to do it, he wanted to wed lady Grace but the ministers couldn't agree on it," Cindy said as I sat down powrlessly. "It seems our princess is really unlucky" I whispered sadly. I truly was unlucky to be marrying such a horrible man.

Le jour de mon mariage, mon fiancé, Gervais Rodier, a brutalement mis fin à la cérémonie. Tout ça, à cause d'un simple post de Léonie annonçant son retour en France. Gervais a jeté l'alliance qu'il avait lui-même dessinée, puis est parti sans un regard en arrière. Je suis restée là, immobile, dans ma robe de mariée. Jasmin, mon frère, qui me soutenait, a fini par lâcher mon bras : « Clara, tu as toujours été forte. Je sais que tu peux gérer ça seule. Là, c'est Léonie qui a le plus besoin de moi. » Sur ces mots, il est parti, lui aussi. Ils m'ont abandonnée, pour la même femme. Le soir, après avoir réglé les derniers détails de ce mariage raté, j'ai reçu une photo de Léonie. Sur l'image, Gervais et Jasmin veillaient tous deux à son chevet. Le collier fabriqué par Gervais était autour de son cou, et la robe de mariée dessinée par Jasmin enveloppait son corps. Tout cela… aurait dû m'appartenir… C'était à ce moment-là que j'ai abandonné tout espoir. Les larmes aux yeux, j'ai composé un numéro : « Papa, maman… J'ai changé d'avis. Je veux rentrer chez nous. »