thorfinn dagger tattoo

WARNING! ADULT CONTENT:Strictly 18+ “I can’t…..take it….any…more.mm..you...I.!” She cried out loudly, but not of pain more like an unbearable pleasure, at the same instance, Andre claimed her lips fully into his, going harder and harder. His plan? To make her completely his and to drive crazy as she did to him, it was a sweet revenge that Andre could definitely die for, wave after wave, after wave of undulating pleasure continued to rage and roil through her body but Andre didn’t stop, his fingers continue to graze her sweet spot with every creamy thrust, until she crashed against him with a shuddering release, her teeth biting softly on his ear robe, her soft quivering sounds filling his ear. Gently he rested her back on the car seat, as though it wasn’t enough for him, he opened the door and walked over to the other side and opened Arianna's door. Standing two feet from her, he pulled off his t-shirt out from his head, Arianna was out of breathe watching him, her olive face turned pink with hot pleasure, her legs still widely apart the way he had left it. She noticed a new tattoo on his chest as the lightening shine like a divine touch on his beautiful wet body contouring the abs and every muscle in his torso and slowly her eyes went lower, his wet pant made his arousal obvious, his erection so big and huge that it gave her chills, and her throat sudden dryness. What's worse than realizing that your sweet anonymous lover from a secret dating site,whom you fall Inlove with is actually your spoilt, arrogant,self centered and sadist CEO! Whom you hated so much. But can she be able to tame this monster?

TIGGER WARNING!! SEXUAL CONTENT, VOILENCE, ABUSE. ** “I, Adrian Blackthorne, Alpha King of the werewolves, reject you, Morana Ambrose, as my mate.” He said coldly, each word a dagger that pierced my heart with such pain that I felt like I was dying. Without saying a word, he turned and walked away. ** Rejected and tossed aside by her fated mate, Morana Ambrose, a naive, kind-hearted, wolf-less girl, vowed to never be the girl she once was. Years later, when fate brought Morana in front of her fated mate, Adrian Blackthrone, the ruthless Alpha King and Lycan, unlike anything she's ever met, gone was the naive, kindhearted girl and in her place stood a fierce, strong-headed, independent and sharp-tongued Morana. Realizing what he lost and regretting ever rejecting her, desperate Adrian begged for her forgiveness and another chance. But as she went deeper into Adrian's world, she uncovered hidden truths about her true identity, the true power she holds, and long-buried secrets that questioned everything she thought she knew. What will happen when he learns who she is? Will Morana be able to uncover the mystery surrounding the centuries-old curse? Will she unlock the secrets of her past and embrace the power within her? Will she ever forgive Adrian? Will she ever take him back?

"Is that tattoo real?" she asked, her voice trembling. Edgar looked at her, confused. "Yes,I got it on a trip to Hawaii, years ago. Why do you ask?" Elma's heart raced as she realized the truth. "You're him," she whispered. "You're the man who raped me." Edgar's expression changed, going from confusion to realization. "Elma, I swear, I had no idea. I would never hurt you. I love you." But Elma couldn't listen. She screamed at him, tears streaming down her face. "How could you do this to me? How could you marry me and not tell me who you really are?" A wild encounter leads to a devastating turn of events. Haunted by his past mistake, Gael Edgar enters into a contract marriage with the lady he unconsciously abused in order to save his company and family fortune. As they navigate their contracted union, secrets and past traumas come to light, leading to a dramatic confrontation of truth and the possibility of destruction, forgiveness and love. With Justice in Elma's hand, will she forgive him or will she destroy him? Find out in "The Contracted Bride."

That winter, the Silver Moon Pack holds its annual ski hunt. An avalanche strikes without warning, and the three of us are trapped in a lift pod. There's only one thermal suit left. My mate, Ryan Mercer, gives the thermal suit to me. I survive, but his childhood sweetheart, Eve Hurst, is buried forever beneath the endless white of the mountain. No body is ever found. However, he gazes at me with devotion and says, "Celine Bartlett, you are the love of my life." I soak in those words, believing them. But I have no idea this is the beginning of my nightmare. For the next five years, he speaks to me only with cruelty. "You killed Eve. You're a murderer!" He locks me in the basement and whips me with lashes soaked in wolfsbane. Then, he pretends to show pity and feeds me with a silver fork. When I refuse, he stabs me with silver nails across my legs, carving deep red lines into my skin. "This is what you owe her, and you will repay it!" When I ask for a reject, he stabs a silver dagger into my chest, dragging me into death with him. When I open my eyes, I find myself back on the day of the avalanche. This time, I hand the survival gear to Eve without hesitation. This time, I owe her nothing. And now, I want to see whether they will get their happy ending without me around.

I'll drink until she breaths her last. Seth Orisis, descent from Ancient Egypt was betrayed by the only woman he loved. He is fearless, cold, manipulative, and emotionless. His only purpose is to live In the shadow, quench his thirst and get his vengeance on those who wronged him. Until he meets Dawn Atkins. Dawn has been through hell and after years of putting up with people trying to take advantage of her, She becomes a fiery-spirited and no-bullshit kind of girl. She is the definition of what Seth hates and despises. Especially her eyes, they were just the same as the woman's who thrust a dagger through his chest. She turned out to be immune to his powers, she also baffles him and like the predator he was, he needed to unravel his prey especially since her blood was a special bred that was wanted by all vampires. With the threat of his rival clan looming and a new interest blooming in his dead heart, would he fight for love or would he stay cold-hearted and quench his thirst with her blood while ripping the world to shred?

Rosemary is an orphaned werewolf girl with extreme gifts. Taken away from her childhood friend Jesiah who is destined to become the king of werewolf’s. Forced to train to become an assassin for the Vatican to kill their eternal enemy Lucifer. Rosemary finds herself in the middle of romance between Lucifer whom she was sworn to kill and Jesiah her loving mate. Enjoy! Excerpt - With my eyes closed, I stretched my arms to feel silky sheets all around me. Coming to, I remembered blacking out near the river so why am I feeling silk and pillows?!? I shot up and took in my surroundings. I noticed a dagger on the wall. Is this another one of Enora’s drills? I thought feeling confused. Then the flood of memories from the past night hit me. I killed her. I killed hundreds of wolves in training. The realization began to sink in and though they were vile creatures and Enora treated me less than an animal, I felt guilt. Guilt that I gave into the monster they created in me. The nuns, the Order, Enora. They never wanted me alive because they cared for me. They didn’t train me and push my power for the purpose of helping protect myself or others. No, they wanted to use me. The empty angry void in my soul was because of them. I was never nurtured in all my time at the convent nor Enoras prison. I was completely unloved. Though I needed so badly to burst into tears, I couldn’t bring myself to cry. Lost in my thoughts, the door to my left began to open and before my host could walk completely in, I grabbed a chunk full of hair on the top of their head and put my dagger to their muscular neck.

The sweat dripping from her body crammed my nose and her earthy smell almost smothered me to my seat. I longed to touch her, to feel her skin, to know the secrets that lay within. I had never perceived her type of pheromones in my entire life. It was fresh, raw, and natural, and had a different kind of flavor. I could almost taste it on my lips. But she held a wolfsbane dagger ready to poison and slay me. I didn't even know her, or what pack she was from.

Une louve-garou prête à livrer son dernier combat. Un vampire qui fera tout pour protéger l'innocent des forces impies. Angela : Mon secret est révélé, et maintenant Mark et Jack savent tous les deux que je suis une louve-garou. Pire encore, mon ex-petit ami abusif, celui qui m'a transformée, s'est échappé de prison et il ne veut qu'une chose : notre fils. La Meute est un gang de motards brutal et criminel : je ne veux pas de cette vie pour Rabbit. Jack dit qu'il peut nous protéger, mais la Meute est puissante et s'ils nous attrapent, ils me tueront et prendront Rabbit. Mais si je dois tomber, j'emporterai Gray avec moi. Jack : Elle est un monstre comme moi, mais cela ne change rien à ce que je ressens pour elle. Je ferai tout ce qui est en mon pouvoir pour la sauver, elle et son fils. Quand de vieux ennemis réapparaissent et que ma Maîtresse me trahit, je pourrais devoir tout sacrifier pour les protéger de la Meute. Angela m'a confié son fils, et je ne la décevrai pas. Bienvenue à Dark Ink Tattoo, où les aiguilles ne sont pas les seules à mordre.

On the day Mateo was crowned as the Alpha King of the Eastern Packs, I learned that my remaining wolf's power was depleted and that the silver curse would eventually take my life. During the coronation ceremony, the Grand Elder asked Mateo who he regretted losing the most. Without hesitation, he dialed my number. I answered, listening to his cold voice through the phone: "When I got hurt, after you left me thinking I wasn't Alpha anymore, did you ever regret it?" Looking at the astronomical bill for another month's supply of moonwort potion, I laughed softly: "Mateo, since you're so powerful now, could you lend me 500,000 for the treatment?" The line went dead instantly. On the live broadcast, I watched as his face turned to ice: "Now I have no regrets." He didn't know that seven years ago, when that cursed silver dagger was killing him, I had secretly channeled my wolf's power to him, taking the curse upon myself.

My company had arranged a wilderness survival retreat deep in the heart of Moonshadow Forest—a place where even seasoned wolves tread cautiously. That night, a sudden downpour ripped through the campsite, drenching the earth and filling the air with the thick scent of damp moss and shifting soil. I woke abruptly, the cold seeping into my bones. Instinctively, I reached out to the space beside me, seeking the warmth of my mate. Empty. A sharp pang of unease clawed at my chest. My wolf, dulled by the suppressant herbs I had taken to blend into human society, stirred restlessly. Fumbling in the darkness, I grabbed my phone and dialed Nigel. The line barely had time to connect before he emerged from the undergrowth—disheveled, breathless. His grip was iron-tight as he seized my wrist, pulling me downhill. His scent was sharp with adrenaline, but beneath it—something foreign, something wrong. We ran, my boots sinking into the mud. My keen vision caught glimpses of his rumpled clothing, the way his collar was misaligned—and the faint imprint of lips on his jaw. My pulse pounded in my ears. Betrayal. I wrenched my arm from his grasp, my claws itching to unsheathe despite the human form I forced myself to maintain. "Where were you?" My voice came out low, edged with the danger of a wolf barely leashed. The suppressants in my bloodstream faltered under the weight of my fury. The storm had driven everyone into their tents, leaving the clearing eerily silent as we reached the base of the mountain. But she was there. A woman stood beneath the flickering glow of the emergency lanterns, her hair tousled, her fingers gripping Nigel’s jacket as if it belonged to her. I knew her. The new intern. Her face held an unsettling resemblance to mine, as if the Moon Goddess herself had carved her from the shadows of my reflection. The realization struck like a silver dagger to my chest. Even the mate who had once sworn to fight the world for me had given in to betr