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'I hate my mate, I really do. I can't stand the sight of her. What makes it worst is that I'm in love with a demon, and I'm willing to do anything to be with her.' ----------- Elias Woods is the Alpha King, and he hates his mate. He hates everything about her, being mated to her for the past 70 years. He's sick of seeing her face. Then one night, he meets the ultimate beauty, Someone that takes his breath away and makes his once cold heart pound again. It's no problem that she's a succubus because she loves sex just as much as he does. And that makes everything even better. Mila Descoudres is a succubus; sex is the one thing she needs to survive. When she seeks fresh meat for her daily fix, she does a daring thing and sneaks into an Alpha Kings' bedroom. She got way more than a night of great mind-blowing sex. She got an addiction, an addiction that only can be tamed by the Alpha king himself. And he has no problem taming her addiction. What happens when that addiction turns into something else? Can this demon handle the Alpha King? Or will he be too much for her? **The Out Of The Shadows Series: Book 1**

Late at night, when I think I'm alone, I feel his breath on the side of my face, and I know--he's watching me. Ever since I moved into this ancient mansion to take care of my sick aunt, I've been experiencing strange things. When I discover she has a boarder, a mysterious, sexy artist who lives on the third floor, I think some of that is explained. The bumps in the night. The whispers from the shadows. But once Dalton and I are properly introduced, the strange occurrences don't stop. If anything, they are amplified. When I close my eyes at night, it's his face I see. It's his hands I feel. It's his lips I taste. The more I get to know him, the more I realize I don't know him at all. Dalton's not the kind of man that buys a woman flowers and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. No, he's the kind of man your mama would tell you to run from. Cold. Dangerous. Complex. And now that he wants me, I learn he is more than that. Possessive. Controlling. Diabolical. I should leave this place before it's too late, but I know I can't. Whatever it is that's sunk it's fangs into him, it has me, too. He has me, too. For better or worse. 'Til death... Whispers of the Devil is a dark romance which some readers may find disturbing. Proceed with caution.

My boyfriend Orion was the leading hunter of the Bright Moon Pack, who was sent on an S-class mission three years ago. Before he left, he told me to wait for his return, after which he would mark me. Holding him to his promise, I waited for over a thousand days, and he eventually did come back. I was delighted, but just ten days after I blissfully prepared for the marking ceremony, I overheard him speaking with his fellow hunters. "Are you sure you're going to mark Elara? What about Dahlia and Emery? Especially Emery—the pup's two years old and looks just like you. There's no hiding it at all." "Hell, the whole thing about a secret mission was a farce, to cover up for you hanging around for Emery's birth. If Elara knew the truth…" Orion shot his deputy a sharp glare right then. "Just tell Dahlia to keep her mouth shut and hide the pup. Elara's the only one for me." Dahlia? The pup? As it turned out, in those three years I was worried sick for him, he had a pup with another woman. My knuckles clenched, I returned to my room and called my father. "Dad, I want to go home."

Elena had left her past behind her to start a law firm of her own. Uknown to her, a business rival had dug up her past dirt and was blackmailing her. That night she met up with Luis Mathew, she'd done something really dreadful. Something she thought no one else saw. As she made her way outside the old deserted house, she was sure she had done what she did to protect herself, little did she know that she'd encounter a more dreadful fate from, "the eyes that watched". Gregory knew he was sick in his dark mind, and as he watched the fragile girl take a life, he knew he'd have her at all cost. They were dark together in hearts. Warning: This book contains sexual encounters, graphic languages and dark happenings that some readers may find inappropriate and so is not suitable for anyone under tha age of 18.

Abducted at the young age of 10, groomed by a mistress specialized in raising girls for special duties and catering to needs of sick depraved men, Isabella Blanchet had her life planned out for her before she got the chance to dream and make wishes. That was until she crossed paths with him, Dante Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Moretti family. A legend to some, a scary bedtime story to get children in bed and a nightmare to all who crossed him. Some would go as far as calling him the boogeyman. Would he succeed in sinking her into the darkness or will she be the only ray light in his dark world?

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

My bones felt as if they were on fire, my body was burning, my throat hurts and my eyes felt as if it was about to be pulled out of my skull. I've never been this sick before in my life. Something was happening to me, I was sure of that. My teeth were clenched together and I was scared that I might not made it to the morning. *********************************************It all started in the year 1104, when Tiana Sargon betrayed our race. We were all cursed and we've been ruled by the wicked vampire king, Amara Conrad, who sees us as nothing but animals. Eight princesses had came and fought but they all losed to him. Now it's my turn, I am the last princess

Alessandro Mascherano is a strong, serious and very powerful man, he is the Boss of the Italian mafia, he is used to having everything he wants on a silver platter, including women, who are never indifferent to his beauty and attractiveness. Georgia Alcott is the opposite of Alessandro, she had a difficult life, she has grown up without her parents and has had to make her way as a waitress in a restaurant that she doesn't even like, but in which she stays to help her sick grandmother. The only thing Alessandro and Georgia have in common is their pride, and that's why, when their paths cross and they are forced to spend time together, each of their lives will become a hell, all because Alessandro becomes obsessed with that woman and Georgia is not willing to be just another one on Alessandro's long list of women.

After having one-sided love towards Landon, Evelyn was ecstatic when she got married to him, having high hopes and beautiful dreams. Even though he held no love towards her, he was gentle and kind to her. Only if she knew how wrong she was back then. She would have never associated with him. Fast-forward to two years later, Evelyn was exhausted and sick of him. Nothing scared her more than being with Landon. Therefore, signing the divorce papers, she ran away far from him, wishing to never associate with him. However, all that crumbled when he came looking for her after three years. What did he want with her? Why come looking for her if he didn't love her?

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."