Romans & histoires Trapping Quincy Vk

Skye Winters never wanted to be Luna. But when the mate bond snapped into place at her eighteenth birthday, binding her to Alpha Jaxon Vale, it should have been a dream come true. She'd loved him from afar for years. But Jaxon didn't want her—he accused her of trapping him, forcing the bond, married her only because the pack demanded it, and has spent three years making her feel like an obligation he can't escape. Skye tried to be the perfect Luna, the perfect wife, the woman he might one day choose to love. But when her sister Cassandra returns with a son she claims is Jaxon's, everything shatters. Jaxon moves them into the Alpha house. He names the boy his heir. And chooses her sister first at every opportunity. When Skye nearly dies because of Jaxon's choices, something inside her dies first—the desperate hope that kept her chained to a man who will never see her as more than a burden. Now Skye is done begging. Done compromising. Done watching her husband build a family with her sister while she stands in the shadows. She wants a divorce. But breaking a fated mate bond isn't simple—especially when she's carrying a secret that could trap her forever. As pack politics, family pressure, and her own broken heart collide, Skye must find the strength to walk away from everything she thought she wanted. The only question is: will Jaxon let her go? Or will he finally realize what he's losing when it's already too late?

“Why does everyone assume I need a tragic backstory to justify what I am?” Adrian said, strolling slowly toward me like he had all the time in the world. His eyes locked on mine as he continued, “Oh no, honey. It isn't because mummy dearest died giving birth to me. Or because dear old dad was too busy to tuck me in at night" He stopped when he was directly in front of me. So close that his tall frame was towering intimidatingly over me. I lifted my chin stubbornly to look him in the eye, refusing to cower. He smirked at that, his hand going to swipe a stray strand of hair from my face. “Some of us,” he murmured, “are not broken.” His eyes darkened. “Some of us are just simply… evil.” ~ I was dragged to the execution block in chains, accused of being a monster the world had erased. Then the Alpha's wolf claimed me as mate and forced him to halt the execution. In a world where hybrids were hunted to extinction, I was the last mistake left alive. The last thing Lucien Dreadmoor wanted was his mate being the single weapon that could completely wipe out wolves from existence. The bond tied us together anyway, trapping me in his keep, his rules, his control. He called it protection. I called it a cage. As war stirs at the borders and a vampire prince begins circling, whispers spread that my blood could start another war… or end it. The Alpha wants to break the bond. The Vampire wants to claim me. And somewhere between fate and freedom, I must decide which monster I am willing to stand beside… and which one I am willing to become.

Fate can be really mysterious sometimes and cruel too. You wish for something but get the complete opposite. And if the fate fulfills your wishes, it is not without hardships. Evelyn is a student who is about to graduate from college in eleven days in Aeronautics. The only thing left to graduate is the submission of the project. Her life is going smoothly for her but an unexpected turn of events turns her life into a turmoil. She finds herself in strange situation where a very arrogant guy claiming to be her mate, snatches everything she has sculpted so far and throws her life into despair. Her dreams of having a family is shattered into pieces. Damien is the Alpha of one of the most powerful packs of the world. He is arrogant and a complete man whore but most of all he is not very fond of humans. He has major anger issues being a result of his past or that's what he says, which he keeps in control by sleeping around with random girls from his pack, sometimes from outside the pack too. He is twenty seven years old and hasn’t found his mate yet. He has almost given up on finding her but an unexpected visit to his pack mates studying in a college changes the situation. He finds her but she is a weak human. The Alpha has mixed feeling about keeping her as his mate or letting her go. He decides on taking her with him and removing her trace from the outside world, trapping her in his claws. The alpha of one of the werewolf packs gets a human mate after a long await. A girl with dreams and expectations for her future, gets dragged into a world she never knew existed.

I masterminded a half-billion-dollar art auction to wash money for Miles’s family. But at the celebration party, Miles gave all the credit to Rebecca. His childhood friend. The daughter of the family’s consigliere. I stormed into his study. “Miles, head curator was Rebecca? Are you sure about that?” He looked up from a cloud of smoke, pulling me into his arms. His voice was a low, soothing rumble. “Valerie, I know you want to prove yourself, but this was all Rebecca. Especially the Caravaggio. The real one, worth three hundred million. She’s the one who pulled it off.” His lips brushed my forehead, his breath hot. “I don’t love you because you can fix some old paintings. You’re my queen, always. My girl. You don’t have to worry about her.” I almost laughed. The anger was choking me. “She can’t tell the difference between oil and acrylic. How the hell would she know a real from a fake?” “Enough!” Miles cut me off, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I know what Rebecca can do. Don’t make a scene just because you’re jealous.” His hands tightened, trapping me in his smoky embrace. “Don’t disappoint me, Valerie.” But he already had. When I’d had enough of his favoritism and his blindness, I walked. And that's when he went crazy. Scoured the earth looking for me. Begging me to come back, saying he was blind, that he’d been wrong about everything.

With her hair sprawled across the pillows, Isadora warped her legs around Vincent's waist, trapping him with her. The strength of what was building was staggering and it edged dangerously closer with every thrust. The high was torturous. If he stopped, she'd cry. Cry, and beg. And maybe kill… "Vincent!~" Isadora cried out in ecstasy. At the sound of his name on her lips, Vincent lost control, grinding and pumping his shaft, squeezing out his climax, a deep and guttural sound forced itself out of his throat. He could hear the sound of blood roaring in his ears. *** Lance Martinez Pedro, is a Don dominating the world of Mafia's. A ruthless genius with an unshakeable empire and a madman with a history of having the peculiar habit of using humans, particularly young children as lab rats to test out his top projects. In one of his causal exploits, Vincent Antonio Fernandez, the son of a powerful neighbor Mafia, got to be one of the victims and the most used material for his experiments as his body was the most compatible. Night and day, these children had to suffer greatly… gradually losing their minds and humanity… in most cases ultimately into addiction. More than a decade later, Vincent is a free man, managing his own Mafia empire, his Influence heavily pressuring others and he is obsessed with getting revenge. Robbed of that opportunity, things take an ugly turn as he discovers his captor had a daughter, hidden in the country. She was manipulative, unrepentant, … She was all he hated. Getting her in his presence, he loathed her in an instant. He swore she would pay for her father's atrocities…. the pain he inflicted, the young lives he took… She shall inherit them all!

My wife, Maya Griffin, has no idea that Harry Quinlan, the infertile heir to an elite family, has just deposited his final jar of sperm cells into the sperm bank. She allows her childhood sweetheart, Elijah Cook, who's also a new intern at the sperm bank, to install a pirated copy of antivirus software into the system, which damages the freezing aspect of the bank and causes the internal temperature to rise. I use my stellar hacking skills to repair the system, thus preserving Harry's sperm. When Harry insists on holding Elijah responsible, Maya is about to defend Elijah when I stop her. "If you speak up for him now, you'll be destroying your own reputation instead. You'll also get blacklisted by all the companies." In his despair, Elijah commits suicide in the freezer. Before he dies, he leaves a video behind that accuses Maya of not saving him out of selfishness. Maya destroys the video calmly. Then, she states that Elijah has reaped what he has sown. Many years later, Maya's cybersecurity company becomes internationally renowned. She lures me into a freezer before trapping me there. Then, she watches me coldly as I beg her to release me. That's how I died with hatred in my eyes. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day when Elijah installs the pirated software he has bought online. This time, I turn off my phone and go back to bed. Without my help in this lifetime, I'd like to see how Maya and Elijah will face Harry's wrath.

"Get out of my way!" Scarlett yelled. "You're not leaving this room." Dylan retorted, blocking her path as she tried to move past him. "You can't keep me here against my will." "You seem to be forgetting something, princess. You're my wife." "Only in name!" "Yet here you are in my bedroom, dressed in that sinful piece of satin you call a night gown." He stepped forward suddenly, trapping her between the heat of his body and the door. "Tell me the truth, Scarlett." He whispered. "Did you wear that gown to seduce me, or torture me?" He moved closer and gripped her hips firmly, making her gasp. His eyes clouded with lust as he gazed at her. "Because if you did, it's definitely working." ~~~ Scarlett always pictured marriage as a bed of roses. A romantic fairytale where she'd find her perfect match, her Prince Charming, and live happily ever after. But life had other plans. When she was forced into an arranged marriage with Dylan Blaze Callahan, the mysterious and brooding Alpha of Shadowfang Pack, her dream quickly turned into a nightmare. Dylan was cold and cruel, with a burning hatred for humans whom he saw as weak and inferior. Marrying Scarlett was merely a means to an end—a way to break the ancient curse on his bloodline. He made it clear that their marriage was a business arrangement with rules to follow: no love, no affection, and absolutely no interference in each other's lives. Little did he know, Scarlett was about to turn his world upside down, and he would find himself helplessly drawn to the feisty human who seemed to have him wrapped around her finger.

On the first day of my rebirth, I turn straight into the bedroom of Don Raffaele Caruso and begin undoing my clothes. In my previous life, I was in a marriage of convenience with his son, Matteo Caruso, but there was no love between us. We were notorious in Liberty City's mafia circle. Matteo believed I was the reason he lost his first love. He thought I had deliberately gone into his room the night he was drugged with an aphrodisiac, trapping him in a marriage. Hence, for eight years after our wedding, he stayed out drunk every night and refused to come home. Even when I went into obstructed labor and was on the brink of death, he never asked about me even once. Then, the hurricane came. A storm surge swallowed Liberty City. The harbor collapsed under the waves, and there was only one seat left on the evacuation boat. Everyone thought Matteo would keep it for himself. Instead, he shoved me hard onto the boat. "Go! I'm giving you my chance to live, Chiara. If there's a next life, don't come saving me again. I just want to be with Lucia." The next second, his body was dragged into the pitch-black sea. I survived, only to be hacked to death by a rival family afterward. What Matteo never knew was that he wasn't the only one who was drugged that night. His father was too. This time around, I step into the room just as the effects of the aphrodisiac take hold. Raffaele is currently forcing himself to endure it, his control stretched to the limit. I walk over and say softly, "Let me be your antidote, Don Caruso."

"This is so wrong," Enzo groaned. His voice was rough as he slid another finger into Rebecca’s tight entrance. She let out a broken moan, spreading her legs wider against the cold stone wall, begging for more. ​"Becca..." Enzo growled. He leaned in to kiss her deeply, his large body pinning her back, trapping her. "I am ten years older than you. I've seen too much blood... you're too pure for this." ​Rebecca pulled away from the kiss. A smirk played on her lips as her eyes burned with hunger. "The older the better, Enzo." ​Before he could protest, she sank to her knees before him. She looked up at him through her lashes, her hands reaching for his belt. ​The Blurb ​Rebecca has loved the pack’s Beta for as long as she can remember. ​Ten years older than her, Enzo was everything she wasn’t supposed to want—cold, brutal, respected, and completely out of reach. While the entire pack feared him, Rebecca followed him around like a lovesick shadow, shamelessly confessing her feelings every chance she got. ​But Enzo never took her seriously. To him, she was too young. Too innocent. Just the Alpha’s spoiled daughter who deserved someone better than a hardened Beta stained by years of blood and war. ​So, when Rebecca’s aging father announces that Enzo must marry one of his daughters to become the next Alpha, Rebecca finally believes fate is on her side. Until Enzo chooses her older sister instead.

Maeve Ford after graduating high school decides to leave Cario, Egypt for the united states of America in search of her brother who had gone missing for years, to find some clues which could lead her to her brother, she steals a book sorted out by every illegal syndicate, powerful Clans, and even the Mafia, this makes her become a target, and amidst everything she gets caught up in a misunderstanding, entangled with a cold-hearted Ceo, and with the increasing need to find her brother she goes into a contract marriage with the enemy """""''''''' " Let me be clear Miss Ford" He growled, his voice slightly husky but cold, his gaze never leaving her face as he closed the distance between them, trapping her with his hands against the wall. The fresh musky scent of sandalwood mixed with some other fragrance that would usually put her in a conscious state filled her nostrils but this time she was more concerned with how close their bodies were. Her heart began to race, and her breath caught, she didn't like the way her body reacted to him but she had no control over it. She clenched her fist with her gaze fixed on him, and his on her, his silver-grey eye terrorized her but she wasn't willing to show any form of weakness. He leaned closer toward her ears and she finally let out her breath but the relief was short-lived as she felt his breath on her skin, causing a chill to run down her spine. "I don't care what image you've built to convince.." He whispered, his voice raspy as his words trailed off after which he continued."But, I won't hesitate to kill you, if you so much as pose a threat to his life."