Titan Tyra Age

I ripped his claws from my shoulders and pinned his arms above his head. He thrashed under me, his eyes flashing with something deeper than anger. That was when I sensed it. The sweet scent of cinnamon—the smell of a wolf’s arousal. We froze, our bodies pressed together, so close I could feel the tremors of his heart against mine. That wasn’t all….I felt his hardness, bulging and aching with need. “Don’t look at me.” He turned away, squeezing his eyes shut as his cheeks tinted pink with shame. “I give up, so just kill me already, I can’t take it anymore.” I swallowed hard, faltering yet again. But instead of recoiling, instead of mocking him, I crashed my lips against his. **** Darius Lane lost everything for the sake of love and freedom. Once a renowned Alpha betrothed to the princess of Fenrir, he was stripped of his title and dignity after he chose the man he loved over a Royal decree—the same man who betrayed and left him to bear the brunt of his actions. Out of despair, the young princess had taken her own life and Darius was condemned for murder, thrown at the mercy of Prince Kael, the ruthless tyrant who reduced him to less than a slave. But when Kael moves to end his life, the unthinkable happens. A mate bond sparks between them, turning the tides. The tyrant prince faltered for the first time in his life, unable to believe he was tied to his sister’s killer. And a man at that! It is a prison of desire for Darius, for he began to crave the cruel prince who takes pleasure in his suffering. Against their will, their wolves yearn for each other, and hatred soon blurs into obsession.

(Castiel Revamonte’s Story) Alam ni Joana na hindi permanente ang pananatili niya sa tabi ni Castiel—ang asawa ng kanyang kakambal. Pinalitan niya ang kanyang kakambal sa pagpapakasal dito hanggang sa makabalik ang babae mula sa kung saang lupalop ng mundo. Ayos na sana kung hindi lang pasaway ang utak, puso at katawan niya. Minahal niya si Castiel at bumukaka siya rito na hindi naman dapat. Kaya naman nang bumalik ang kanyang kakambal, wala siyang nagawa kundi luhaang iwan ang lahat. Iniwan niya si Castiel ngunit dala-dala naman niya sa kanyang sinapupunan ang pinunla nito. Four years later, they met again and he was mad—raging mad at her for leaving him and for keeping their daughter.

« Dis-le », murmura-t-il en la plaquant contre le mur, la main serrée autour de sa gorge, non pas pour la blesser, mais pour la sentir. « Dis-moi que tu m'appartiens. » Son corps était proche, trop proche, et ses lèvres effleurèrent le coin de sa bouche, mais elle ne parla toujours pas. Elle ne le fit jamais. Mais la façon dont ses lèvres s'entrouvrirent et dont son souffle s'arrêta lorsqu'il pressa sa bouche contre sa mâchoire – c'était plus fort que des mots. **** Il n'était pas censé la désirer, et elle n'était pas censée compter, mais à partir du moment où le roi Vaelor la réclama, tout commença à changer. Séraphine fut vendue comme une propriété – silencieuse, indésirable et toujours enchaînée. Elle était destinée à n'être qu'une esclave parmi d'autres pour le cruel Roi Lycan, mais son silence devient ce qui le hante, et plus elle reste silencieuse, plus il perd le contrôle. Il veut qu'elle ait peur. Il veut la briser, mais surtout, il veut qu'elle le choisisse, même s'il doit la détruire pour y parvenir. Et Séraphine ? Elle aussi commence à désirer des choses. Des choses dangereuses. Des choses qui ont le goût du pouvoir, de l'obsession… et de lui.

[WWARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "I... I'm not sure what I'm asking for," Serena admitted. "But I know I want you. Even if it scares me to death." Her voice trembled slightly. His hand covered hers, pressing it more firmly against his hardened length. "Tell me to stop. Tell me now, or I won't be able to hold back." his tone was both a challenge and a plea. Serena swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest at the electric tension between them. "I don't want you to stop," she breathed, barely recognizing her own voice. His eyes darkened even more. So much so that the ambers in them completely disappeared. He gnashed his teeth so hard as he fought for control. Serena could feel the tension radiating off him in waves like a spring ready to snap. "You don't know what you're doing to me," he growled roughly. She bit her lip, both thrilled and intimidated by the raw need in his voice. Her fingers trailed along the hard line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there. "Show me," she challenged. His breathing grew even more ragged. Serena could see the struggle on his face - the battle between his overwhelming desire and his need to protect her from his own intensity. "I could hurt you," he warned again. "I'm not sure I can ever be gentle with you. I’m rough. My kind of sex is brutal." --------- Serena's life hit rock bottom when she caught her husband cheating on her with her best friend. She decided to lose herself in a bar, hoping to wash away her pain. However, life has this funny way of messing up plans – she ended up in a one-night stand that only added more trouble to her already chaotic reality.

Imani, a girl who had been abused from a young age gets kidnapped one night in the outer states. All Imani ever wanted was to be afloat, to be non-existent but after she escapes from her captor the second time, being free becomes a luxury that she can not afford. Convicted of two murders, how was it possible to be non-existent? This story is based in the inner states, outer states and higher states. Let your imagination lead.

Serena thought the biggest frustration in her life was being unable to transform into a wolf. As a result, she was taken by her father as a humiliation for Lancaster Family, even though she had done her best to prove herself. Even worse, her father, Alpha Lancaster, wanted to replace her as the CEO with a bastard, which was more than Serena could handle. To fight for the position that rightfully belonged to her, Serena decided to do a big project where she needed to fly to the border with Storm Pack, the most cruel and barbarous pack in the world. The alpha of the Storm Pack was called a tyrant by other werewolves, notorious for his cruel and bloodthirsty demeanor. When Serena was attacked by the rogues and accidentally broke into the Storm Pack, she was saved by a warrior of the Storm Pack, whose name was Baird. He took good care of her and promised to send her back home, which changed Serena’s impression of this pack. When Serena was mistaken as a spy and about to be sent to the execution ground, Baird was the one who rushed out and stood in front of her to protect her. But, wait a second. What did he call Alpha Grayson, the notorious tyrant? Did he just call the tyrant… “Father?” Yes, Baird was the tyrant’s son, and Serena was going to be the future tyrant’s Luna! How could that be possible? Pretend to Be Tyrant's Future Luna is created by Cara TaleSmith, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

After dying in prison from experimentation, I had gone back in time 2 years before my death. My faith in the Imperial Family, my affection for my own family, they can all go to hell! For that goal, I seek the second prince of this Empire, Azazel von Elysian for cooperation. "I will help you become the Emperor. In return, make me your Empress. I want everyone to be at my feet." With this agreement, we were bound by a bond where we would crush the Empire to create anew. I will make him the perfect Tyrant. - "Verena, tell me what you desire. I'll give it to you with all my heart." He whispered softly to my ear while holding me from behind, as if to lock me in his embrace forever. "Why are you asking me when we have already reached our goals?" He tighten his embrace, burying his head onto my shoulder. "... Please forget I asked." As time passes, he has developed a strong attachment to me, bordering on obsession. "Please don't abandon me... If you do, I'll kill myself." My eyes went wide, shiver ran down my spine as I unconsciously stepped back because of his threat. That Tyrant Emperor that I created is kneeling on the floor in front of me, the one who has used him. As if he's child who would be abandoned by his parents. I thought he would hate me at the least, but he turned into a crazy, obsessive tyrant that followed my wishes. He wouldn't let me escape his golden cage that he created for me. "If you're going to hell, Verena, bring me along with you." - Warning : The story contains adult content such as violence, consumption of heavy drinks, illegal drugs, blood and murder. Readers who are uncomfortable with the content, it's recommended not to read.

"They hurt you which they shouldn't have. They should pay for it and you need to make them realize what they have done. You can only do that when you heal, so baby, cry it out now so when you are done, you will be healed." He spoke into her ear with a tone so comforting. But was it enough to take out the pain of being stood up on her wedding day by the man she had loved all her life? She sought comfort in the hands of a stranger, little did she know she had fallen into the arms of her nightmare. The man wasn't one to mess with and before she could figure it all out, he claimed her. 'You are my muse and I am your nightmare.......'

After the regime of her tyrant father who imposed hell on every kingdom, Meandra, Princess of Kingdom Coal is left to bear the brunt of her fathers sin. Each year, she’s to be passed to suffer under each Lord, to be used and battered as they like. Seven Lords. Seven Kingdoms. Seven Hell. Born as a princess, treated less than a slave. Now in her sixth year, Meandra is sent to Lord Alejandro, ruler of the most powerful kingdom and the man her father wronged the most. Exhausted and Broken, she is determined to endure his ruthlessness as he bores hatred for her. But Lord Alejandro is different, he doesn’t care for her indifference, or the lack of emotion in her eyes. He wants her to talk if he commands it, to smile when he wants, and to laugh if he desires hearing one. What would happen in this game of slavery and indifference? Meandra, the princess who has lost her touch of affection, and the man who would make sure to bring it back to her face? What happens when she realizes that every action of him trying to make her bring back her colors is a vendetta that would cost her the one thing she’s badly clinging onto? Find out in this game of vengeance and desire.

"Just let me out from here... I can't stand it anymore.. please some one let me out from here.... I need my own life back not this!!"