Space Opera Sci Fi

It was a case of running from frypan into fire when Mokunfayo bolted out of her supposed engagement party into the clutches of the bad kind of policemen. And when Mike -a drop dead gorgeous, but dangerous leader of an underground Mafia- comes to her rescue in the nick of time, sparks begin to fly. The problem was; it was supposed to be a one time meet up, getting stuck together was not supposed to be included in the messy mix. But there they were; a hurt, bitter, cold, calm and collected lawyer cohabiting in the same space with a hot, panty-dropping, rash, hardened criminal. It is right to assume that more than sparks would fly. Opposites, they say, attract and Mokun and Mike's case wasn't different. But with dark pasts, family secrets, pain and all the bitterness involved, would their attraction survive enough to bloom into something more beautiful? Follow the losses, pains and gains of both parties and the people around them.

She was but a student, yet obliged to marry a man she had never met, for the sake of family. But this so-called husband cavorted daily with different women - and that was fine. Yet he still pestered her from time to time, laying hands on her improperly - clearly taking advantage! She dared not provoke, but flee she could. How bold of his mistress to brazenly visit their home. Well! This suited her own ends, giving them space as she retreated to her little nest, blissful in its coziness. Yet he barged in, occupying her bed. What vile man! Claiming he couldn't sleep without her - likely story! His company never lacked for women. Just as expected - a man's word is worthless. One moment embracing her, the next canoodling other women. She must keep her distance! Best they never meet again in this life!

A joyful princess will always be the definition of her life. But at the back of all those thoughts is her painful goings and sacrifices. She may be treated and called as a ‘princess' because of her wealthiness, Chiana Afria Baliarza could never call herself as one of those. Many guys would chase her all the time but that one guy can’t give some space in her heart. He could be called as one of the ‘kings of wealthiness’ but he will be the reason why she suffered. That gun would always be the sign why she traumatised in front of him and had nowhere to hide. When that bullet blew up in front of her eyes and didn’t know where it could hit her body. The only thing she knew was her heart, is it really the bullet who hurt and pained her so hard? Or is it him? Zyaire Ace Sanz will always be the sign of her pained love.

I was trying to escape my abusive Alpha ex when I hit something with my truck. It was not a deer, but a zareth. Seven feet of muscle, claws, and a growl that can split open the sky. His kind are our sworn enemies from another realm with a screech that can make a werewolf’s brain explode. I should have killed him. Instead, I looked into his yellow eyes… and the mate bond snapped into place. Now I’ve dragged him home to hide him from my pack. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t follow rules and he definitely doesn’t care that my bed is mine. My new "friend" doesn't care about personal space, but I am NOT going to be making babies with a monster. Fighting the mate bond can't be that hard, right?

“Agent Mia, If you could meet up with this task of bringing Kraven Astor down within the space of 6 months, then consider yourself a Special Senior Agent.” All Mia requested was her due promotion, but it came with a condition just to prove how less a female was seen in the security agency. She is supposed to go undercover to bring down the ruthless don of New York’s most feared mafia clan, who seemed untouchable and undefeated, which a wrong move could cost her everything. You know, infiltrating his empire was the plan, but falling for him was never part of it. Now, as their worlds collide, more secrets unravel, and a forbidden passion ignites between them, and she is stuck choosing between vengeance and the man who could be her downfall. Indeed, she was sent to bring down the Mafia, but what if that's where she actually belongs? Will love be her greatest weapon... or her ultimate betrayal? Find out now!!!

Cassandra Greyson is the most powerful and first ever female alpha of Crescent tribe. She is strong and wise, born without the sense of fear in her veins. Up untill now she thought love was something irrevelant to her as still to this day she was unable to find her mate, who could protect her because she can do that herself. To fullfill the political propaganda she agrees to marry a man she never desired but destiny has something else plan in her life as she falls in love in love with a human but can a human return the unconditional love she is offering him. With every decision she make she finds herself balanced precariously on the point of knife-between life and dead. Can love happen between someone who fly above the sky and someone who breathe underwater and if yes then can love really conquer all: time, space and different world.

Mon compagnon, l'Alpha Suprême de la meute, m'a juré une fidélité absolue pour la vie. Pourtant, le soir de notre anniversaire, j'ai senti sur lui le parfum d'une autre femme. Plus tard, lors d'une soirée, il m'a tenu la main et m'a regardée avec une douceur presque dévouée. Il m'a promis que j'étais la seule qu'il chérirait dans toute sa vie. Mais quelques instants plus tard, je l'ai surpris devant le salon privé, enlacé par sa maîtresse. Il se vantait auprès de ses amis de leur étreinte brûlante. Ce n'est qu'après que les anciens de la famille l'ont fouetté presque jusqu'à la mort avec des lanières imprégnées d'argent qu'il a enfin commencé à comprendre. Quand il murmurait mon nom dans son délire fiévreux, quelque chose a semblé se briser en lui. Il a appris enfin ce que signifiait perdre quelqu'un pour de bon. Son grand-père m'a appelée, suppliant : « Il est en train de mourir. S'il te plaît, viens le voir une dernière fois. » Je gardais une voix calme : « C'était son choix. » Il ne comprenait pas que certaines trahisons ne pouvaient jamais être pardonnées. Pas depuis l'instant où elles se sont produites.

Everything comes handy, especially when we're angry. The thought of revenge, that makes us shiver in agitation. That makes us think of the past- but not the current situation. The blood in our veins, that pushes the angry adrenaline. Inside and out. The anger is getting loud. There is no space left for peace. Long was it thrown in the abyss. And we will never be luminated. Because of the anger that we were blinded. Even if seeking vengeance means, digging two graves. One for your enemy and the other for yourself. You'll never stop, until you put your enemies bones in your own shelf. And that's what our protagonist does, Blinded with anger and undaunted by fear. The scream for murder is all that you'll ever hear. The past was long gone,but it was all left undone. For the protagonist, it was just the beginning of a war that has no ending. The war for love,that turned out to be hatred. Murder and anger is the perfect emotion. And vengeance is the perfect solution. "In the count if three...be in chapter one.You'll never regret as the story begun."

Ethan chuckled to himself and ran his fingers through my hair. Electricity ran up my spine as I tried not to react to how good it felt. “God, you’re cute.” He said. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back, and we lingered in our embrace for a moment before pulling away. I could see something was shifting, was he holding me? What were these feelings brewing inside of me? I told myself not to take them too seriously. “You’re pretending.” I whispered to myself. “None of this is real.” - The offer was simple: one million dollars to pretend to be his girlfriend, then his fiance, in a space of six months. Everything she wanted was going to be at the tip of her fingers, including, maybe, making her best friend Jake a tiny bit jealous. What could go wrong? Everything, absolutely everything. And they both wanted it.

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."