Vegeta Killing Nappa

After her Vampire mate died, Marina became broken but determined to avenge the death of her lover. Memorizing the faces and scents of those young vampires who killed him, she began her quest to avenge Dante's death. Every night she took one underling's life, starting with the weakest first. Before each killing, she would question them on where she could find that underling that left his father behind that night. Some didn't answer willingly so she took great pleasure in torturing them till they gave her the clues she needed to begin her search. She made sure to kill the underlings in the same fashion as the first: by ripping out their throats and draining them of their blood. she was emotionless except for her anger and grief as she watched them die. Her only satisfaction came from seeing the fear that crossed the remaining underling's faces when they discovered their fallen brother's bodies on the steps to their lair. After many years later, will there be any hope to find love again? Join me in this epic, steamy and thigh tingling vampire erotic series/sequels and enjoy the ride.

The Moon Goddess offered me her protection. If I died, I'd get one chance to be reborn through the werewolf trials. I was born with "sensory impairment." I wasn't an Omega, but I couldn't shift into a wolf. I couldn't see or sense wolves in their lupine forms or their power. When I appeared alongside ninety-nine other trial candidates in an ancient rainforest shrouded in thick fog and darkness, everyone assumed I wouldn't make it past the first day. But here I was, in the terrifying rainforest nests, treating a ghostly wolf pup, drowned for its unusual coat color, as my own little cub. And, I flirted with a bloodthirsty vampire spirit who took pleasure in killing, treating him like a lover. I even befriended the evil twin Hexenbiest, treating them like sisters. The first time we met, I reached out and ran my hand over the vampire's abs. "Nice body," I commented, "just a bit on the short side." He let out a humorless laugh, reattached the head he'd been holding to his neck, and gripped my chin. "I'm six-foot-five," he said. "Want to take another look?"

If you ask my Alpha father to tell you about anyone in the pack, then he will speak about them in high esteem. If you talk to him about me, then he will deny even knowing me. While parents are supposed to love and protect their children, my father does the exact opposite. No one in our pack even knows that I'm alive. They all think that I died in childbirth. Along with my mother. And he's hated me for that ever since. And he's told me that the pack would hate me for killing their Luna. Only if they really knew the truth. But approaching my 16th birthday our pack had visitors come to help with training the warriors. My father thinking that our pack was becoming an easy target. And well, it was. Until the Alpha of the Protectors Pack found me and declared that I was his and not my fathers. But is that enough to stop my father from trying to get me back? Is there more to my story than I know? Is there a reason why my father kept me beaten and secluded? I guess I was going to have to find out what his real motives are. And how far he is willing to go to get his own way.

Gordon has fallen in love with Sharon since the first day he met her, even before knowing she is his chosen mate. But a lycan and a human mating has never been heard of and is forbidden, because human are fragile species and he could kill her in mating process but not being with her and loving her is already killing him. ****** Maxwell stay back and look at his son’s dishevel hair and resentful look, he questioned him. “Is she your mate?” “I don’t know” he sigh “I just have the fearful feeling whenever I see her, as if I might lose her.” He slowly places his hand on his shoulder, “Son, don’t take me wrong, but if she is not your mate you have to let her be. Sometime we feel attracted to things that are not meant to be.” He look at his father with painful eyes “What will happen to her when you find your mate, you know we have no control over us at that time. She is so young; you might end up breaking her.” “I have no control over my emotion when it concerns her, dad. I know you are right and I will distant myself from her once she is ok.”

Accused of killing her mate at just eighteen, her life was shattered beyond repair. As punishment, her wolf was crippled—left broken as a living reminder of a crime she never committed. By twenty-one, she was wolfless, mateless, and stripped of everything. Despite being the daughter of a Lycan King, she owned nothing but two pieces of faded clothing and a worn-out mat. Enduring countless punishments from her stepmother, stepsibling, and even her own biological father, she finally chose death over suffering. But that was when the true nightmare began. She woke up one morning pregnant. The identity of the father of the pup growing in her womb was a mystery, even to her. Her stepmother reveled in the disgrace, using the pregnancy to humiliate her further. But the shame didn’t last long. Because the most feared Alpha of all appeared—Alpha Draven, known for his brutality and merciless nature—claiming the child in her womb as his and demanding that she be placed under his care as she carried his heir. But little did she know that her own father and stepmother had sold her off to the Alpha King as a breeder. And when the truth finally began to unravel, she started to wonder, Was Alpha Draven her salvation… or the beginning of a far deadlier fate?

Rogues invasion was on the increase, most packs doubled their security and formed alliance with their neighbours for extra protection but for smaller packs that could not afford to double their security, they were invaded and destroyed by these rogue wolves. King Adrien the 36 years old king of all werewolf clans took it upon himself to visit all standing packs and help them in strengthening their packs well enough to fight off rogue wolves. He finally visits the red moon pack after postponing the visit for a week and was in the middle of a conversation with Alpha Tristan the Alpha of the Red moon Pack when he started becoming uneasy. His nose flared around and ears strengthened to know where the strawberry scent came from. Suddenly a servant walks into the meeting arena carrying a whiskey bottle on a tray and he immediately rises to his feet and takes her into his tight embrace before yelling the word 'mate' to everybody's surprise. All he wanted was one peaceful visit but after killing the Alpha of the Red moon Pack and taking Bella back to his castle as his mate, his life takes a negative turn as he struggles to handle the rogue invasion and getting his wolfless mate to have her first shift so he would not have to reject her and crown someone else as his queen.

I’m weak by just thinking he exudes big d*ck energy and to make it even better, I’ll make sure my guess was right. “Don’t think about him anymore, you’re hurting yourself! He defied your soul, your heart is more precious than gold” “I don’t give a shit, he’s my master and I’m his! Thousands of them dream of making love with me and he should be the one” Born to be a feeder and human is a curse for Heidi, after finishing her education she had to get back to the street to find a master while her sister was imprisoned on charges of killing her master. Heidi had to deal with a middle-class vampire who promised her to find the right master but she got tricked, on the night when the middle-class vampire forced her to sell her virg*n*ty to the designed master, a hazel-eyed billionaire vampire accidentally saved her. She fell in love with him but after finding the truth, her life upside down. Will Heidi choose her love over everything? Or leave Mr. Vampire for what he did? Rated 18+ This book contains NSFW: Sex, nudity, violence, etc. Read on your own risk

️ Content Warning ️ This novel contains explicit sexual content, BDSM, power imbalance, rough play, captivity, obsession, dub-con / non-con themes, violence, dark romance, and mature language. It is intended for adult readers (18+) only. If you are uncomfortable with dark erotic themes, morally grey characters, or scenes of control and possession, please do not proceed. * * I never thought I could live my life this way—on my knees, collar around my throat, begging for the touch of a man who should terrify me. Milo isn’t just any man. He’s the mafia king everyone fears, the devil in a tailored suit. One mistake put me in his path, and instead of killing me, he claimed me. Now I’m his dirty secret, his toy, his pleasure pet. His orders are law. His punishments leave me shaking. His mouth is my undoing. I should hate him for owning me. I should run, scream, fight for freedom. But when he looks at me with those hungry eyes, I crave the cage he’s locked me in. Because being Milo’s possession feels better than being anyone else’s free man.

My son accidentally ate peanuts and suffered a severe allergic reaction. I threw away all the anti-allergy medication in the house and even hung up when he called 911 for help. I watched helplessly as his airway swelled shut and he suffocated to death. In my previous life, when my son struggled to breathe, I immediately drove him to the hospital. After an intense rescue effort, he survived, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, my mother-in-law stormed in, furious, accusing me of being a monster and blaming me for nearly killing him. I hurried to explain that he was fine. Yet, when I presented the doctor's report and discharge paperwork, I was horrified to discover that they had turned into a death certificate. My son, who had been resting safely in the ICU, was gone. He had somehow appeared in the morgue. Refusing to accept it, I checked the surveillance footage. However, the footage clearly showed that my son never left the operating room. Instead, it was just me, talking to myself the entire time. I had no idea what was happening. No one believed me. They locked me in a psychiatric hospital. In the end, as my condition worsened, a swarm of frenzied patients attacked me and tore me apart alive.

Hubert Parker and I had been together since our teenage years. We went from innocent first love to planning a lifetime together. But a week before our wedding, he died in a sudden accident. I cried until I nearly passed out, only to see strange messages flashing before my eyes. [Can someone please tell the poor female lead he’s not really dead?] [Hubert’s secret lover ran away after hearing about his wedding. He faked his death that very night and flew overseas to chase her. The female lead’s crying by his grave while the mistress is crying in his bed. This is killing me!] [What a pity. When he finally came back, she knew nothing and still married him with a smile…] Half a month later, news spread across Ashford that I was engaged to the heir of one of the city’s most powerful families. One of Hubert’s closest friends confronted me in disbelief. “It hasn’t even been that long since Hubert passed, and you’ve already found someone new?” “He’s gone. I can’t spend the rest of my life in mourning, can I?”