Tight Hug

Alpha Matt Ortega has a reputation for being brutal and fierce. Nova is a Heretic , an ambassador for the underworld that stops chaos and war amongst the species and the humans. When Nova is sent to Matts pack to help oversee a peace treaty to avoid war breaking out amongst the wolf packs everything is turned on its head. Dead bodies and hidden secrets threaten to derail the treaty. Hold tight because blood will be spilt at the Moon Lake Pack!

I asked for a son, and you gave me a girl?!" his voice began to rise. Myra shuddered, tears soaking her face. She clenched her baby tight like her life depended on it, fighting the will to succumb to the intense pains she was feeling. "What exactly is your usefulness?" He roared, and his grip on the bed stand shattered the frame, causing Myra to drop harshly into the jagged floor, her baby weeping even louder. "You are here for only one thing. One thing! Bear me a son!" he strikes the stone wall, and it shatters like glass, the impact reverberating. "After that one night, I never touched you, did I?!" Sold to the cursed Alpha King, Myra must bear him a son in order to be free but when she doesn’t, The Alpha King decides to let his wrath fall on her but Myra escapes and runs away. In order to clear his curse, the Alpha king needs his Luna and his child but will Myra be willing to go back to him?

"Lyra, please trust me. I am here for you". His voice echoed in my ears. I trust you. I wanted to tell him but it felt like I no longer could talk. He came near the place I was standing and I did not move. I wanted to hug him and make him believe that I wanted him more than I wanted myself. He pulled me closer to him and engulfed me in his chest and I knew I couldn't hold back. My tears wetted his Armani suit while his constant love made me realise how selfish I had become. ~~~~ Lyra had grown up locked by a bad-tempered man. He made sure to make her believe that she is nothing but a worthless human. She plans her escape. After she escaped, she met a handsome and rich savior and became attached to him. But she soon found the truth was beyond her imagination when he told her that she is Lyra Walton, the long lost hidden daughter of the world's first richest family, a girl who was declared dead at five. Lorenzo Rothschild, CEO of Schilds industries, a billionaire renowned for his cruelty in the business circles, saved an innocent girl just because he needed her to make a deal. Never did he foresee that she would be the love of his life. Would Lyra choose to trust Lorenzo? Would they defeat all difficulties and come closer? Read and find out.

*****Trigger Warning***** This book contains mature themes, physical, sexual and emotional abuse. My name is Lillian Blackwood. I thought my life was over. I had been beaten down and controlled by my ex both emotionally and physically for years. It was, do or die. Fortunately, I survived, and with therapy and time, I finally started some semblance of a life. The very last thing I was looking for was love. I hate dating, and quite frankly, I'm not a fan of men and who can blame me? I keep a very tight circle of friends, so I was surprised when love pushed and shoved its way into my life. But not all fairytales have happy endings, and my tale certainly gives happiness a run for its money.

The moment my sister brought Daniel home so the family could meet him was the day I knew I had to make him mine. He looked like he was written by a Latin God, six feet four, perfect for my height of five feet nine. He had jet black hair and he knew what he was doing when he wore that tight T shirt that hugged his muscles, sitting across from me on the dining table.

I was working as a security guard in one of those fancy residential areas when, one day, a property owner handed me 7,000 dollars and asked me to go down to the underground garage to lend a hand. Now, I reckon I didn’t expect what I found there. Inside one of those expensive cars was a woman—a beauty, mind you, with her eyes a little bleary and her cheeks flushed. She was stretching her long, slender legs wide apart, with one hand reaching down... well, you get the idea. It wasn’t exactly what I thought I’d be dealing with when I signed up for this job. The voice on the other end of the phone gave a command, “Take off her tight skirt, let her raise her hips, and have your way with her!"

Every Thanksgiving, my husband, Salvatore, brings home a showgirl from one of his clubs. He makes me kneel and serve them drinks. A lesson, he calls it, in how to please a man. This was the eighth Thanksgiving, and this time, he brought back a girl poured into a tight leather dress. "She doesn't have any decent jewelry," Salvatore announced. "Give her your heirloom diamond ring. Your grandmother's pearl earrings, too. And take off that silk choker for her." He smirked. "And listen, she's young, doesn't know the rules. You'll have to show her the ropes. Especially how to handle a man in bed." Every member of the Genovese family was watching, waiting for my humiliation. I didn't disappoint. I opened my mouth and asked Salvatore for a divorce. Salvatore let out a sharp, ugly laugh, his eyes full of contempt. "Francesca, you pull this same shit every time," he jeered. "Your act is pathetic. Even more dramatic than your performance in bed." He leaned in. "You really want to divorce me? Fine. I'll give you five million in cash if you actually walk out that door." The living room erupted in laughter. They all said I was playing hard to get, that I didn't know my place. But they didn't know. This was the 88th time I had asked for a divorce, and it was the first time I truly meant it.

The day she was born something strange happened in silver pack and for this reason she was tagged a cursed child and the penalty was for her to be killed. But the question still remains that was she really a cursed child or there is something behind her birth. Aria a seventeen years old girl has her life already planned out well but her joy was cut off and her happiness taken away from her when her parents were killed by some unknown people leaving her at the mercy of Darian the Alpha of Moon Shine pack who has a deep hatred for human and he is ready to hurt any human that crossed his path. ** "I hate human you people are just too....did you know what I promise to do with any human that crossed it boundaries around me?" He asked his red eyes Peirceing deep into my blue eyes as I stare at the big man before me. I flinch in fear as he hold me tight his finger digging deep inside my skin. Now I remember Elsie warning. "Please don't kill me" I begged I have never been threatened like this in my entire life.

Harold missed our fifth anniversary. He said Rogues had attacked the border, and as the Alpha, he had to fight to protect the pack. However, the she-wolf who came to fetch him was dressed in a tight little dress and heels—she looked more ready for a date than a battle. Worried for Harold, I went to the Moon Goddess's altar to pray for his safety, like I always do whenever he's called to fight. However, on the way, a witch told me there was no war at the border at all. He lied to me. At that moment, I knew it was time to walk away. "I want to break my mate bond with Harold," I said. She turned the pages of an old, dusty spellbook. "Harold won't accept this. He was even willing to give up his claim to the Alpha title just to be with you." "I don't need his permission," I said. "I'm willing to pay any price." She sighed. "If your heart is truly set on leaving, I can brew a potion for you. One sip, and your scent will vanish from the pack's memory—as if you never existed. "However, think carefully. You'll lose your title as Luna, leave behind your home, your people. You'll start over somewhere new, where no one knows your name. Not even the Moon Goddess will be able to find you." I said, "I've made up my mind, I refuse to stay in a love built on lies. "How soon can I have the potion?" "Three days." Three days. Just enough time to say goodbye to everything I once called home.

Amber Grant was everything a man wanted. Bold, independent, and beautiful. But only she knew how much she was sexually insatiate in her entire being. No guy could provide her with the pleasure she was seeking. However, she was clueless about the desires of Ethan Adams for her, her brother's best friend. Nor has she procrastinated about indulging in a series of guilty pleasures behind her brother's back. She hates him for being cocky and manipulating, but she can't deny the pleasure he gives her body. But for Ethan, is it just sex? "Oh...Don't forget you are mine, Amber, Mine since the day I tasted your tight cunt and till your last breath, you will be considered mine. I am very angry with you for the stunt you tried to pull out today So don't taste my patience which is long gone. on your knees now ..." he said menacingly. His voice was thick with lust and desires. The man has lost his cool guy personality and has turned into something very evil that couldn't be able to forget for the rest of my life.