Twelve Years A Slave

"I have never loved you, and the only reason why I kept you for this long was because of the contract." "It was just a simple thing, get me an heir." His words kept on resounding in my head and I tried hard to not break down. "But since you have proven to be as useless as your father, as you can't just give me an heir, then you can as well get out of my life." Meet Hazel, fortunate enough to be mated to the known Alpha of her pack, who doesn't realize the bond till he loses her. Joined by a contract marriage, with so many possibilities of happiness, if fate did not just have to play an emotional game on her. And when the moon goddess decides to remember her, and blesses her with a child, she is now sought by so many Alphas. How will Alpha Alexander ever be able to win her back, after realizing his mistake. Also, will she allow him to have custody over her child? Then you should read this!

Warnings ⚠️ Contains strong mature content. **** “I'm sorry, master,” Star shivered as the vampire slipped his finger into her wet slippery p*ssy. “It's late for this. You broke a law, princess. It's time to receive your punishment.” He inserted another finger into her wet pink virgin hole. “Ahh.” The princess cried out when he added yet another finger. “Please, stop—” “Take it, whore. This is your punishment.” He joined the fourth finger to the ones already inserted. **** Who would have thought going on a hunt will bring these many problems for the young princess? Headstrong and arrogant, the young Princess was always ready to cause trouble. A headache to her father, and her mother's pride. She thought the world was hers to do as she pleases. But that was until she stepped foot into the forbidden castle, unknowingly awakening a vampire Lord who was determined to make the feisty Princess, his pet. What happens when miss arrogant meets an arrogant master? Read to find out! Note: This book contains strong mature content.

Seven years ago, I ignored my girlfriend's heart-wrenching pleas and ruthlessly severed our relationship. Now, after seven long years, she had risen to the top—and she was back, ready for her wedding. She didn't come home for mere celebration, though. She came for revenge. She obliterated the company my father had spent his entire life building and did not stop until she shattered his leg, forcing him to endure unimaginable pain. It was all so I'd be forced to go to her wedding and beg for forgiveness. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more. She hissed, brandishing a blade, "If Matthew's not here in ten minutes, I'll slice off a finger for every minute he's late." My autistic brother's fingers, the only way he could create art, became a bargaining chip in her sadistic game. Dad's anguished cries filled the air as he pleaded for mercy, but she was not done. She wanted to tear my family apart piece by piece. My mom, fragile and trapped in the haze of Alzheimer's, was next. Her mind, already slipping, crumbled under the relentless torment. She cracked, completely lost to the madness. With tears streaming down his face, Dad said, "My son died the day you left for abroad."

"You are mine! My slave, My property. I can do whatever I want with you. I saved your fucking life and bought you with my money. I am the reason you are still alive. Without me, you would have died. You should be happy for being privileged to become my sex slave. You turned me down and insulted me the other time, but now I own you. Now get down on your knees and take my dick into your mouth!" Mike commanded Jennifer. Mike saved her from her evil uncle when he was about to waste her life and bought her to take full ownership of her. Jennifer thought he rescued her from her wicked uncle to take good care of her, not knowing he have an evil intention for turning him down on his first approach in a hotel, coupled with the fact that she insulted him in a way no human have ever. "Do you know who you are talking to?" Mike asked. "Yes, I'm talking to an uncircumcised foolish pervet. A mental deranged idiot looking for who to satisfy his stupid sexual urge, while disguising himself as a gentle philanthropist." Jennifer replied. . . As Mike set to make her is sex slave, he was bound to find out how different she is from other girls he have encountered.

Sa isang mundong pinaghaharian ng yaman at kapangyarihan, ipinanganak si Elena Cruz sa kahirapan. Maganda siya—mala-porselanang kutis, brown ang mata, at may alindog na kahit sa simpleng ayos ay nakakakuha ng pansin. Pero sa likod ng ganda, puno ng sugat ang kanyang buhay—ama niyang lulong sa sugal at inang kasambahay sa pamilya ng mga Monteverde, isa sa pinakamayamang angkan sa bansa. Isang gabi, nagbago ang lahat. Sa desperasyon at gutom, nagnakaw ang kanyang ama mula sa mansion ng mga Monteverde—isang kasalanang nahuli sa CCTV. At nang mabunyag ito, nasira hindi lang ang tiwala, kundi pati ang buhay nilang mag-ina. Sa gitna ng kahihiyan, pagkakautang, at apoy na sumunog sa kanilang tahanan, namatay ang kanyang ina sa konsensya at pangamba, habang nagtatago naman ang ama. Walang ibang natira kay Elena kundi ang pangalang minantsahan ng kasalanan. Hanggang sa isang gabi, muling tumagpo ang landas nila ni Lance Monteverde—ang bilyonaryong CEO na anak ng among pinagsilbihan ng kanyang ina. Malamig, makapangyarihan, at walang pakialam sa pag-ibig. Ngunit sa kabila ng lahat, tila may kakaibang puwersang nagtulak sa kanya na iligtas si Elena mula sa kamay ng mga mapang-abusong nanghihingi ng utang. Kapalit ng kaligtasan, isang alok ang binitawan ni Lance: “Babayaran ko ang lahat ng utang mo, Elena. Pero may kapalit... ikaw.” Sa pagitan ng utang, galit, at pag-ibig na unti-unting tumutubo sa gitna ng poot—mapipilitan si Elena na maging asawa ng lalaking kinaiinisan at kinatatakutan niya… ang lalaking unti-unti ring matututo kung ano ang tunay na halaga ng pag-ibig at pagkatao. Ngunit sa mundo ng mga Monteverde, walang libre. At sa dulo ng bawat pangako, may kapalit na kalayaan.

Stranger at day, fuck buddy at night, this isn't a sweet love story, it is a kind of story where lust meets love. Maya came from a small rural village, working as a dancer in a downtown bar just to afford her younger brother’s medication. Life had been nothing but struggle a relentless cycle of poverty and heartache she endured alone. On her very first night at the bar, Atlas Volkov watched from the shadows of a VIP sit. The billionaire CEO was known for ruthless business tactics and a cold, unforgiving empire. But as he looked at her, he didn’t see a dancer; he saw something he was determined to possess. He summoned her to his private space, the air thick with tension. “I can pull you out of this place,” he said, his voice smooth and dangerous. “But there’s a condition. You’ll be mine—a companion behind closed doors. Sign the contract, follow my rules, and you’ll be paid more than you’ve ever imagined.” Maya’s heart raced. She’d heard stories of the urban elite—their world built on rivalry and power. Getting involved with a Volkov was like walking into a hurricane. Yet the image of her brother “How much?” she whispered. “Two years. Ten million dollars.” The number stunned her more than she could earn in a hundred lifetimes, but desperation won out. “Deal,” she said, her voice shaky Atlas brought her to the Volkov Villa a sprawling estate where staff bowed in unison, he ordered her to undress. “No,” she snapped. “No contract means nothing.” He tossed her a folder. “Sign it. Now.” Her hand trembled as she scrawled her name.

At the award-giving ceremony of the end-of-the-year gala, my boss, George White, suddenly announces that he will be adding a bonus round on a whim. "This is the annual department evaluation! The department that comes last shall come onto the stage and receive a tiny encouragement from me!" The huge screen lights up at that moment. The sales achievements accumulated by all departments are being shown in a ranking system. The sales department is ranked first. The operations department comes second, and the marketing department gets third place. As for the administrative department, the sales achievements shown on the screen are none. After all, that department has no KPI to achieve at all. George beams at us from the administrative department. "Everyone from the administrative department, come on up and receive your prize!" Two people can be seen carrying a basket of brooms up the stage. Everyone bursts into laughter instantly. "Come now, sweep away your bad luck with the brooms! Try not to come up as the bottom-ranked department again next year!" George personally thrusts the brooms into our hands. Camera flashes go off beneath the stage—people are clearly taking photos of us. The people from the sales department are the ones laughing the hardest. "Finally, the peeps from the administrative department are getting the recognition they deserve!"

Noong una, inakala nina Mj Krisela Maceda at Jarred Lloyd Villagracia na nagreincarnate sina Edcel Kate Del Amor at John Eric Ballesteros sa kanila, ang magkasintahang nasawi ang pagmamahalan dahil sa kagagawan ni Kenneth Whin Villagracia, ang kakambal ng ama mismo ni Jarred. Until complicated stories found them both and thier connections to the deaths of those two lovers twenty years ago. Ang kuwento ba ng pagmamahalan ng dalawa ay magiging kapalaran din ng pagmamahalan nina Mj at Jarred? Hindi kaya nagpapanaginip ang mga ito dahil may mensaheng nais iparating o dahil may gustong ipaalala sa kanilang dalawa?

On New Year's Eve, I returned home. At the welcome party, my boyfriend, Grayson Caldwell, suddenly appeared, holding a bouquet of red roses and a diamond ring, dropping to one knee. "Although this proposal comes a full three years late, our love will never be late," he said. "Alexa, marry me!" Friends cheered from the sidelines, all expecting me to nod through tears and say yes. But they had forgotten that three years ago, on New Year's Eve, he had promised to propose. That night, I dressed to the nines and waited until dawn—but he never showed up. Instead, there was only a cold phone call. "Tanya is sick. I'm busy taking care of her. You'll have to wait a little longer for the proposal." And so, on New Year's Day, I left the country alone, bound by a family-arranged marriage. I had already married someone else three years ago.

After my eight-year-old twin sister was kidnapped, my dad became the person who wished for my death more than anyone else in the world. He would always say, "Zachary is an ungrateful brat! A good-for-nothing!" So, when the news of my disappearance reached the school, my dad leads everyone in cheers. He even spreads word of my misdeeds everywhere. "Zachary stole a poor student's tuition fees and even made a false police report accusing the teacher of hitting him!" "That's right! He even helped traffickers kidnap children—his own sister was almost sold by him! I hope he dies soon!" Five years later, my memories are extracted and projected onto a large display screen. And yet my dad, who hates me to the core and wishes for my death, falls to his knees and begs for my forgiveness the moment he learns of my death.