The Villianess Needs Her Tyrant

Laura, a popular model, had actually never dated anyone her whole life. After witnessing her friend almost die because of domestic violence, she became even more resistant to letting herself get herself into one. After spending five years abroad to help her friend recover, she found herself back in her home country, not knowing that the single status she had managed to maintain all her life was about to be changed. James had a busy schedule over the past few months and was intending to use his younger brother's birthday party as an opportunity for him to relax. Who knew that he would end up picking up an innocent vixen?

Three years into our marriage, Rylan Shaw brings another woman home. "Maeve, you should learn from the younger ladies. Stop acting like a block of wood all the time." With a calm resolve, I shatter our wedding photo and hand him the divorce papers I've long prepared. "Let's get divorced, Rylan. I'll step aside for her," I declare. His friends insist that without him, I'll starve on the streets. Rylan believes the same. "Once she's suffered enough out there, she'll realize how lucky she was to be Mrs. Shaw." But a week passes, then a month—and I never return. That's when Rylan begins to grow uneasy. Panic and restless nights consume him. One evening, drunk and desperate, he pounds on the door of my new apartment. "Maeve, if it's money you want, I'll give it all to you…" The door swings open to reveal an unfamiliar man—bare-chested, pajama pants hanging low, fresh scratches streaking his abdomen. Jonah Archer arches a brow, dissatisfaction flickering in his eyes as he asks, "Mr. Shaw, what madness brings you to my wife's door in the middle of the night?"

Finding out the most terrifying revelation that her husband is a werewolf, he had stolen from her to go be with his mate, Amira has to fight to get her wealth back from her ex husband and make him pay for leaving her to go be with his mate, but Amira is only a human who’s strength can not match that of the cruel possessive alpha Andre. It’s hope for Amira when she meets alpha Derrick who has the power to help her get her revenge but she has to deal with the fact that he is also a werewolf just like her ex? Will Amira let go of her anger and allow Derrick help her even though he is a werewolf, Alpha Derrick wants to be “her unexpected alpha “will Amira have the mind to fall in love with another, what’s her chances of surviving. Let’s find out in this intriguing story of love, romance, betrayal.

"You belong with me Ava! You are mine! And I'll be damned before I let anyone else have you!!!" He growled with boiling rage. The former leaders of the moonlight pack from time past had a popular tradition that had never been broken; choosing the perfect Luna for their Alpha from within the pack, arranging the perfect union. Ava Maynard, a member of the moonlight pack and the next in line to be the Luna, was chosen for this role when she was just a baby, and has been preparing for it her whole life. But when the time comes for her to assume her duty and marry her betrothed, the moonlight pack's Alpha Ray, she meets her true mate, Lucas. As for her true mate, well, Ava had always thought that she'd just reject him whenever he came along, just like all the other Luna's before her had done, if they'd been able to manage it well in the past she thought, then she should too. But there's a problem; what will she do when she finds out that all the other Luna's have never been mated to someone like Lucas? Someone so possessive, someone who will stop at nothing to get what he wants; someone who is determined by all means to get what the moon goddess has blessed with, even if it means going against her packs tradition. What will happen when Lucas De' Clan, Alpha of the Dawn pack and Ava's true mate finds out that she's being prepared for someone else? Will he eventually let go of his mate so she can fulfil her Luna duties? And what about Ava? What will she choose? Where does her heart belong? Her fate or her duty? Find out in Her Possessive Alpha; Tale of a broken wolf.

Russia, the only place where sex and guns could ever taste so sweet—my exact nightmare. The only thing I’m here for is to grind my body over shady politicians for my father’s schemes. I’d be more than willing to do so if it meant I’d pull my mother and myself out of his chains and start a new life. I was so close, so damn close—until he came . . . very much unannounced. Konstantin Morozov, the man I am going to be married off to. Russia’s ruthless beast— earning his crown with bloodied hands. With this, I only had to face two challenges: infiltrate his notorious business as per father’s order and divorce him when the time is right. But dealing with a husband who has a Morozov as his last name was never easy, especially with a gun pointed at my head, and those rough, cruel hands wrapped around my heart. I wonder which blows up first?

I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight nipples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my clit and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled his head up and stroked his hair. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and fucked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his dick felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my nipple and twisted it making me moan. I was confused because I am in love with another shifter who loved me equally. My wolf recognizes him as my mate too. How can this be possible? How am I going to deal with this?

Lumipat ang kaniyang kaluluwa sa asawa ng Mafia Boss na kung saan ay matagal nang nakakaranas ng paghihirap habang kasama ang asawa nito. Clyde Cleomonte, a 21 years old na kung saan ay pinakasalan ng sapilitan ni Silvia Kill na Mafia boss. "Hon, are you okay?", tanong ng babae saakin. Hon? Bakit niya ako tinatawag na Hon at bakit nandito ako sa hospital? Ang huli kong naaalala ay itinulak ako ni Blue, may tumulong ba saakin? "Nasaan sina Blue? Nakulong naba sila?", tanong ko sa mga lalaking nakaitim. I think mga pulis sila pero bakit hindi sila nakauniporme? "Whose blue? Hon, what happened back then?", tanong ulit ng babae. Bakit ba Hon ang palaging tawag niya sakin? Hindi ko naman siya kilala. Napatingin ako sa salamin na kung saan ay nasa side wall, I saw that this is not my face. Nanlaki ang mata ko sa gulat, anong nangyari sa mukha ko at sino sila. Lalapit na sana ang babae ng itinago ko ang katawan ko hanggang sa leeg ng kumot. "Stay right there!! Wah mokong lapitan", sigaw ko kaya napahinto naman siya at nag aalalang nakatingin saakin. "Do you- do you forget about me?", nauutal na sagot niya. Biglang may lumitaw na batang babae around 3 ata galing sa kaniyang likod. Nakatingin na siya saakin ngayon. "Mama?", tanong nito. Wait, naguguluhan na ako. Sino ba sila at bakit tinatawag akong Mama ng bata. "Hindi ko alam ang sinasabi niyo at wag mokong tinatawag na Mama!!" ,sigaw ko sa kanila. Biglang umiyak ang bata at nagpabuhat sa babae. Kinarga niya ito at nagdilim ang tingin nito saakin. Sino ba sila? I don't understand what's happening. Mama, i need you.

For bubbly Dahlia Moretti, Theseus Ferrari was more than just a crush; he was an obsession, a silent inspiration that fueled her days. After years of adoration, their worlds finally collided, and a passionate love affair began. But even the strongest bonds can break. Now, with their story abruptly ended, Dahlia stands at a crossroads. Has the breakup irrevocably tainted her once-innocent heart? Will she chase after the echoes of their past, or will a new comfort lead her away? Can a love once so vibrant ever find its way back home?

Never in his life, Kraius believed in love. Para sa kaniya, laruan lamang ang mga babae at parausan sa kama. He was an attorney. He was successful. And, it was enough for him. But, fate played with him when he met a fat and not so his type of girl. Mataba na pinakaayaw niya sa lahat. Ngunit, kahit anong limot niya rito sadyang sinusundan siya nito. Tila nanuno siya sa punso na umuukilkil ito sa kaniyang isip at puso. Kraius fell for the little girl's charm. Iyon nga lang, iniwan siya nito ng mga panahong kaya na niyang sabihing mahal niya ito. After ten years, she came back. Different from the fat girl he loved. Different from the Rhezi he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Betrayal. Hatred. Longing. Kraius wouldn't fall for her trap again. NEVER. Or, so he thought...

Even knowing that wailing at an Eravalen aristocratic funeral was considered disrespectful to the deceased, I let my husband's adopted sister make a scene anyway. In my previous life, my husband, Robert Baker, had a distant relative among the Eravalen aristocracy who passed away. A lawyer informed him that he stood to inherit the estate and invited him to attend the funeral. His adopted sister, Mia Carter, insisted on tagging along to see how the privileged few in another country lived. She wanted to rub shoulders with nobles and make herself look important, even planning to wail dramatically in front of everyone. I rushed to stop her. "Public mourning is taboo among Eravalen nobility. Forget inheriting anything. We'll all be thrown out!" Yet she burst into tears, accusing me of looking down on her and thinking she was not good enough to mingle with aristocrats. She stormed out and was killed by street thugs in a random attack. I thought Robert would fall apart, but he stayed silent through the entire funeral and collected his inheritance without a hitch. Six months later, on our wedding anniversary, he took me to the snowy mountains for a photoshoot. The moment we reached the peak, he shoved me into a sleeping bag and tied it shut. "If you hadn't blown everything out of proportion, Mia never would've run off and gotten herself shot." He buried me alive in the snow. I froze to death, and he used that aristocratic fortune to become the CEO of a publicly traded company. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mia insisted on wailing at the funeral.