Walking Area Depression

"Who are you?" I ask, gawking at this ugly man who looks like the devil himself. "Your savior." savior? I may not remember anything from my past, but one thing is for sure, according to my judgment: this monster-lookalike can't be a savior. And from whom did he supposedly save me? "And if you are done ogling me, now, on your knees. Time to serve the purpose for which I saved you." I am snapped out of my thoughts by him tearing his shirt and walking closer in a pretty unnerving way. "Whi...ch is?" I whimper, trying to stand up from the bed and perhaps run for my dear life. Unfortunately, he grabs me viciously before I can take a step. A loud growl slips from my lips as he slams me back on the bed and hovers atop me. "To please me, little dove." He hoarses, embarking on his evil, dirty mission.

My mother-in-law spreads lies about me having contracted an STD during my sister-in-law's wedding. When I hear this, I want to demand an explanation. However, my sister-in-law stops me and begs me to prioritize her happiness since it's her wedding. I hold myself back and wait until the reception is over. Later, my mother-in-law merely sweeps the matter under the rug and say she doesn't remember anything because she was drunk. However, the lies spread like wildfire. My neighbors scorn me, and my colleagues isolate me, treating me like a walking bacteria. I become dispirited from the constant mental distress and end up getting knocked by a car when I leave the house one day. I die from the accident. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day my mother-in-law lies about me having contracted an STD.

21 years old, and completely heartbroken, Ava has a one night stand with a handsome stranger. She falls pregnant and her Alpha banishes her from the pack. Cutting her off from the people she’s known and loved her whole life. She travels across the country to have her twin boys and complete medical school. Fierce in her determination to protect and provide for her children. Eventually, she is discovered and accepted by a local pack who take her on as their medic. But the last person she expected to see again was the father of her children, walking through the cabin door. Ava has to learn to love again, and to accept that she can be loved. Kylar is reckless, dangerous and spontaneous. But he never managed to shake the memory of the beautiful girl who slipped out of his hands. He’s determined to win her back and prove that he loves her, every part of her heart and soul. That he will be there for her, and their twin boys.

Doctor Catherine Ross is a surgeon on the rise. She is well liked by her colleagues and loves her job at the emergency department of a major hospital in the city. She has the heart in the right place and would do anything to save a life. But her confidence is only related to her occupation. When it comes to romantic relationships she is severely lacking. Her too full curves and being a bookworm has led to bullying and low self esteem. Alessio Peccati is a handsome bachelor on the outside and heartless mafia boss on the inside. He would never give up a chance to torture and harm a person who has done him injustice. He looks good and knows it. A new woman on his arm every week, all of them slim, made up, fake and perfect. Perfect for an official outing. Perfecty submissive for a few nights of hard fucking. But too fake to keep. When a member of his family is shot in a deserted parking lot and Catherine is nearby, she doesn’t hesitate to help. What she doesn’t know is that if you mix with the mafia, there is only one way out, by death. Now she is a captive of the Peccati family and forced to work as a doctor and a surgeon for the man holding her captive. Soon Alessio finds he has more interest in the confident and independent doctor than just business related. He has never wanted a woman like he wants Catherine. How will Catherine find her new life? Will she ever be free from her captivity? Will she ever want to be free? For a mature audience only! This book contains explicit content with violence, murder, torture, psycological abuse, depression, suicide attempt, rape, noncunsensual and forced sex.

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.

I bought a breathtakingly handsome and sculpted werewolf slave from the magic black market. His rock-hard abs were on full display, and his deep V-lines pointed straight down into his tight, low-slung pants. But once I got him home, it was clear something was very wrong. A low, suppressed growl rumbled constantly in his throat. He stared at me with his golden wolf eyes, looking like he wanted to tear me apart and devour me whole. His body burned like a walking furnace. I thought he had wolfsbane fever and frantically contacted the seller. The seller was silent for three seconds after hearing my description. [My dear witch, is it possible he isn't sick, but just...hungry?] [The kind of hungry...that makes a werewolf want to pin you to a wall and sink his fangs into your neck to mark you?]

Heiress Juliette Lux is finally getting married, in her dream dress. But the guests aren't her friends; the person walking her down the aisle isn't her father; and the man waiting at the altar, her soon-to-be husband, is someone she has never met until yesterday---Ralph Virtus, the son of her family's mortal enemy, the Mafia King, also notoriously known to many as The Devil. And he has stolen her entire family fortune. Say all he wants, but her father will never sell his multi-billion dollar business empire, the family's legacy. He certainly won't force his precious daughter to marry the enemy and have his heir. The contract is a farce. And Juliette will seek the truth and take back what's hers. But can she reclaim her stolen heart from the devillishly witty Mafia King ...

Adapting to her current life and wanting to change for good. Angela Wilson, found herself stuck in between what's right and what's wrong and until the day she met the mysterious man who had ruthlessly entered her world as if it belongs to him and she found no way out of his grasp. ___ "You are not going anywhere Angela" My body stops moving as his deep and husky voice sounds so clear in my ears. My mind was in thought, how did he enter my apartment? how did he know where I live? but no words left my mouth. My breath hitched when his shoes tapping on the floor, alerting me that he was walking in my direction. Fists clenching when his presence felt so close to me. "You can't avoid me, My Angel"

He was the Alpha King. Savage. Unforgiving. Untouchable. She was the omega who once scarred him—and vanished. Twelve years ago, Freya, a rare female omega, dared to sink her claws into the future Alpha King, Ragnar Thorne, branding his flesh and haunting his pride. He swore vengeance that night—and when she disappeared, he swore he’d find her—one day. Twelve years later a masked woman arrives and walks straight into his arms. Bold. Defiant. Unbending. Freya has lived in the shadows, hiding her true nature and history. But her return isn't by accident. She has her secrets… and her reasons for walking straight into the lion’s den. Ragnar’s hate would turn into an obsession that will spiral into something dark, primal, and uncontrollable, and then the past claws its way back.

I married a man I couldn't touch then slept with a man I couldn't trust. After walking in on my husband in bed with my cousin and getting her pregnant. I didn’t just sign the divorce papers. I lit them on fire. Frigid, they called me. Uptight. Ice queen. So I moved out. Looked for a roommate. Someone quiet. Preferably female. Her name was Kylie. Except... Kylie turned out to be Kyle—a smug, tattooed stranger with a dirty-mouth and secrets carved into his smirk. He’s cocky, cruel, and way too hot for a man who eats peanut butter from the jar and calls it dinner. One drunken night, I let him in. All the way in. And I swore it meant nothing. Until I found my uncle lying in a pool of blood— And Kyle was holding the gun.