Taming Your Elves Redeem Code

Violetta is no stranger to the mafia underworld. She grew up in it alongside Nico, the man she fell in love with. Violetta's father promised her to Nico, and at one time, that was all she wanted. Now, she's a nurse working the night shift in the ER. The mafia is in her past until Anthony, freshly named Don of his family, comes to bulldoze her fantasy world of normal. Violetta discovers she was promised to Anthony as well. Now she is a pawn between two mafia kings who want her to be their queen.

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“You chose them over me,” Jules whispered, her voice breaking as Adrian walked away, “and now I’m paying for both our choices.” The bro code was simple: teammates don't touch each other's sisters. Jules Rowan broke it anyway. Adrian Cross was supposed to be her brother's best friend, not hers. The brooding transfer student with eyes and secrets carved into his skin. He was off-limits in every way that mattered. But Jules was tired of being the perfect coach's daughter, so she pursued him. Seduced him and made him break every rule for her. One stolen kiss in the equipment room changed everything. Now her father won't speak her name, her brother wants Adrian's blood, and the entire campus treats her like a disease. She's broke, homeless, and friendless—the girl who destroyed a championship team for selfish love. But the cruelest cut isn't the public humiliation or family abandonment. It's watching Adrian look at her like she's his biggest regret. They say she's getting what she deserves for breaking the bro code. Maybe they're right. But some hearts are worth burning down the world for—even if you're the only one left standing in the ashes.

He’s rich, reckless, and dangerously charming. She’s the maid who was never supposed to matter. Zara Blake never imagined she’d end up scrubbing floors in the infamous Wolfe estate. With a scholarship to maintain and no time for distractions, the last thing she needs is Damien Wolfe—the arrogant, tattooed billionaire who treats maids like playthings, fixating on her. But Damien isn’t used to being told no. And Zara’s sharp tongue and quiet fire only make him crave her more. As boundaries blur and tension ignites, secrets from the past start creeping back, along with old lovers, cruel staff, and a father who controls everything with a cold smile. He wants her obedience. She wants her freedom. But what happens when desire starts to feel like something deeper? And what if loving Damien Wolfe means losing herself in the process? A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with scandal, jealousy, forbidden kisses, and the kind of love that could either ruin or redeem them both.

Catalina Weinrich—transmigrated to the world of wolves, after the car accident took away her life.She possessed the body of Paris—the illegitimate daughter of Mr. Montessori.  Her life is a mess especially when she sees the man in front of her with a smirk on his face.Does his gaze look dangerous and full of hatred? Or is it just my imagination because I can't see it clearly?  She was tired and confused with her situation. She was scared too, especially when the man in front of her came closer to her.  Receiving all the memories of the previous owner, she suddenly realized that the man in front of her is Lucas McWood—the one Alena, her sister, supposed to marry. It was said that he plays with women's hearts and leaves them after sleeping with them. Also, he is a man who doesn't bat an eye when killing, the reason why she was named as a "Tyrant Alpha". She gulped and clasped her trembling hands, and with a shaky voice she said, "I'm scared, please let me go, good sire." She heard him scoff before closing their distance. Her heart almost jumped from her body when he grabbed her waist, and pulled her closer to him. "I feel sorry for you, Miss Montessori, but I don't have any intention to let go of my prey."

"The fact that my seed is growing in your womb, it drives me insane." He leaned in really close to her and whispered while his hand was roaming on her belly. Her breath hitched at the intensity of his deep words. ----- Ryan Weaver is the CEO of the Weaver corporation. He is a famous playboy. His perfectly devilish looks and money, can bring any girl to her knees for him. However, unexpectedly, at the craziest possible place, he had a one time thing with the mysterious girl. In the morning, when he woke up, she had already left. For the first time, Ryan felt used. Meanwhile, Anastasia Logan is an inspiring jewellery designer. After losing her virginity to a stranger, her life changed. She thought she will never see him again. But the fate had something else planned for her.... and it was something so strong that this time she couldn't even run from it.

"We shouldn't be doing this" Grover murmured reluctantly as he closed his eyes, taking in the feel of her warm hands on his naked skin. He opened his eyes to see a pair of violet ones staring back at him with desire on full display. "Why not?" she purred and tiptoed to place a kiss on his neck but he stopped her midway with both hands on her hips. They stared at each other,both mirroring the naked want in their eyes but unable to make another move. What happens when a rebel alpha with 'daddy issues ' and a genuine dislike for weakness, finds her mate in a human? Grover Denzel comes off to Roe Wilde as any other weak human but she knows that it's only a matter of time before she actually falls for her brother's newest friend. Can Grover tame this troubled alpha? Can he give her a reason to be with him till the end?

“You think you can tame an old daddy like me?” Mr. Domenico Lombardi’s stone-like voice makes me nervous, but I’m not backing down; I know what I want. “Yes,” I added a nod to confirm it but cursed internally at my luck. I’ve never had a boyfriend, and here I am trying to tame a man old enough to be my father. It is said that the apple does not fall far from the tree. I guess I am truly Kate’s daughter. I had an internal laugh at my stupidity. He scoffed, and I responded by nodding once more while watching the darkening of the silvery gray pupils in his eyes. How come? I brush it off as his cold eyes wash over me. Domenico Lombardi’s presence makes me squirm. When I’m around him, I get the impression that I’m being judged and ignored at every turn. “How old are you?” “18” “How old is your father?” “38,” I replied truthfully. “Well, I’m 37 years old.” He stared at me; his eyes darkened again, and I became terrified. I fiddle with my nails, clipping them together as I lean back on my heels to help relieve some of the anxiety he’s causing me. “You see, I’m like a father to you, or maybe a grandfather or a great-great-grandfather. How many boyfriends have you had in your life?” “None.” He chuckled as I responded. “You see, I’ve lost count of how many ladies I’ve fucked, thousands or millions, over the centuries. You are just a little girl to me with nothing to offer; now, get lost!” “My panties made you hard!” “You think so?” “Yes,” I responded confidently. “Well, I wasn’t hard; I just have a donkey-like cock.”

The company held a management meeting, and my husband's secretary was standing at the door, checking everyone's identity. Every person who entered the conference room was greeted with a bright smile—until it was my turn. Then came a derisive snort. I frowned and handed over my badge from the Cybersecurity Department, but he didn't even bother to look. "Skye, Mr. Fraser only pitied you enough to make you a manager. Don't tell me you actually think you're something special?" I didn't respond. Instead, I turned around and dialed the CEO's direct line. "Someone just said this position was yours to grant out of pity. Is that true?"

"Just imagine all the things I can do to you now Anne. With you vulnerable, submissive, worthless, and at my every comand." He says then grabs my shoulder and whips me around. I try to keep my gaze down but his hand is on my face and he grips it hard, making me cry out in pain. Then he forces my jaw up to look at him. His cold eyes express power. Cold, heartless power. "But I won't touch you, ever. You're still a stripper, insignificant and meaningless and dirty." Marcella should have known it was a bad idea, that this was a bad idea. How did she end up working as a maid for Mr. Robinson? Why did she choose to be stuck suffering under his power? It was bad enough that she worked as a stripper for him, disguising her identity for as long as she could. But the minute she chose to leave and find something better, she ended up as his maid. And the answer remains the same… she’s doing this for her brother, and the one promise she made. Now she’s stuck working as a maid for the ruthless Mr. Robinson and as much as he takes advantage of her position, Marcella is not ready to give up. No. She will stay and remain strong with all that she has. And who knows? She might end up taming Mr Robinson.