The Forge Nornir Chest

"There's a way you can return the favour, Woods." "Huh?" I blinked confusedly. Hope blossomed in my chest as I flickered my eyes between the identical twin Alphas. "Really?" "Yes." Rowan smirked but there was a glint in his eyes that made me nervous. He glanced at his brother who gave him a nod. "You have to be our omega." *** Life so far for Erin Woods sucked. At the mere age of eighteen, she was outcast by her pack members, her family humiliated and shamed. Her father's publishing company became on the verge of going bankrupt, and her mother stopped talking to her, and her sister hates her. Now five years later, the situation only worsened. The Armani Clan twins-Rowan and Reed, are back in their hometown following their father's sudden demise. Having no choice but to assume the role of Pack Alphas, they are in dire need of finding a suitable Luna. And who's a better choice than an omega in desperate need of money? ***

Have you ever been inlove with your best friend and never found the courage to say the word and voice out what's stuffing you in your chest? this is a love story of a girl name Zoe Marcus a nineteen years of girl who found herself loving her childhood best friend Arabella Anderson but was unable to say the one word that will make her accept her love. She watch her date Rowan, a guy they grew up with. no matter how much she wanted to confess her feelings, she couldn't not after seeing how happy Arabella wad with him. But it so much happened that Rowan never loved Arabella, but Zoe. Will Arabella accept Zoe after finding out about her true feeling for her? What will happen when Rowan becomes so obsessed over Zoe and will be willing to do anything to get her? read to find out.

His reputation stretches far and wide and is darker than his dark suits and ties. After Lauren's first encounter with her father's killer, she realizes he’s just as dangerous as he is handsome. She doesn’t like the man or anything he stands for, though that doesn’t stop her heart from wanting to jump out of her chest like an excited rabbit when he’s near, nor the shiver that ghosts down her spine at the sound of his voice. And he’s always near. Telling her what to do. Dragged into his world in a contract marriage that'd benefit the dark lord and satisfy her thirst for revenge against her mother's enemies, her life and heart goes towards a downward spiral. Lauren may be a sweet girl on the outside, but she’s beginning to learn she has a taste for the darkness, for rough hands on her neck, cigarettes, and emerald-colored eyes.

"Please, don't do this to me, Dominique," I sobbed. "Don't disrespect our bond." Dominique scoffed, and the look he shot me made me feel like I was nothing, like I was dirt beneath his feet. "I want nothing to do with you. I, Dominique Wolf, Alpha of the Red Creek Pack reject this bond." My heart ached, and my legs gave way. I fell to the ground, and the pain in my chest was excruciating, far worse than any breakup or heartache I'd ever endured. ______ Rejected by their mates, Megan Good Love, a werewolf bakery owner, and Gabriel Fernadez, the powerful Lycan King, are brought together by an unexpected twist of fate. As they navigate the treacherous waters of rejection, assassination attempts, and hidden agendas, their love story takes an unexpected turn. Can a mutually beneficial marriage contract turn into passionate, true love? Follow Megan and Gabriel’s journey In this tale of power, betrayal, and second chances.

He crossed his arms the towel hung low. "I'm married Celeste… you’re like a daughter to me that can’t happen… you don’t know what you’re asking for little one” he grunt. I laughed soft. "Daughter? No daddy I want to be your slut. Kiss me. Touch me. Ruin me, I need you." I closed the gap my hands went to his chest his wet skin under my fingers. I leaned up and kissed him hard my lips pressed to his, my tongue pushing in. ••• At eighteen, a birthday wish led to a forbidden night with her best friend's dad. At twenty-five, a cheating scandal sends her running to New York, straight into the orbit of the one man who she tried so hard to forgot. The problem? He's her powerful new boss—and some secrets can't stay in the past.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked, his breath hot against my face as I straddled him. The way his arms wrapped around my waist made my breath hitch, and I clutched onto his shirt tighter. “Answer me,” he thundered, making me shudder in fright. “I belong to Prince Darion,” I muttered, my voice low. I could feel the sound of my erratic heartbeat drumming against my chest, yet I could only grind my teeth against each other. … Chosen by Darion Gray, I'd become his possession, unable to escape even if I wanted to. Not only had he owned my body, but my soul as well. What I hadn't expected was for me to fall for a man who had worn a mask since the beginning. A mask he never took off.

SOLD TO THE ALPHA FOR A ONE NIGHT STAND When he stepped into view, all my breath left me in one sharp gasp. His presence filled the room, an overwhelming force that took my breath away. He stood tall and confident, his black hair styled back, a few stray strands falling over his forehead, giving him a wild edge. His jaw was strong, a neatly trimmed beard only accentuating his chiseled features. He was devastatingly handsome, but it wasn’t just his looks that affected me, it was the aura around him, the power that radiated from every inch of his body. His eyes locked with mine, and an overwhelming sense of power washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest, racing like I had no control over it. This man wasn’t just anyone. There was something primal in his gaze, something dangerous and alluring. Something...otherworldly.

The pills I keep by my bedside have been swapped with vitamins. I almost die after getting a heart attack. After the stent surgery, I ask my husband, Evan Whitmore, to find out who did it. I just want the truth. However, he doesn't even look up and just brushes me off. "It was just a mistake. Cecilia probably grabbed the wrong bottle. She bought those vitamins for me. "Don't push this. She has asthma. She can't handle stress." I stare at him in shock, my chest tightening. I can't tell if the pain is from my healing heart or from the words he just threw at me. Cecilia Monroe is his secretary, and he always takes her side. That moment is when I realize that our five years of marriage mean nothing to him at all.

After his first love returns, Yvan Jenkins asks Yuna Feron for divorce. Yuna knows very well that she doesn’t have his heart, so she resolutely agrees. Unexpectedly, someone is determined to kill her and nearly succeeds in taking her life. Seven years later, Yuna returns. Yvan says, “You’re not dead!” Yuna smiles. “Mr. Jenkins, if you want to collaborate, you must beg me for forgiveness over what happened in the past.” Later on, Yvan finds out about the existence of their children. He asks Yuna about them, only for Yuna to comment, “Mr. Jenkins, shamelessness is a condition that needs to be treated.” The second she turns away, Yuna pats her chest in relief, scared out of her wits that he’d steal her children away. Yet, later, Yvan cages her in his arms and says, “Yuna, not only do I want the children, but I want you too.”

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.