What Happens When A Vampire Bites You

Blair-Boo's life has been a sheltered one until a stranger helps decent her at school while she is being bullied.This stranger opens her eyes to the injustice she's had to live through and she's now filed by the need to change it no matter how long it takes.

Do I need to cut off someone’s limbs, little flame?” he growled into my ear. I tilted my head instinctively “He’s nothing you need to worry about,” I whispered. “I’m not worried, baby. I’m annoyed.” His growled. But I barely processed his words. “You called me baby,” I said, stunned. “And?” “I didn’t think wolves used such... terms of endearment.” He chuckled darkly. “We use whatever we want, ‘baby.’ Those words aren’t reserved for other species.” He kissed the side of my neck, slow and possessive. My lips parted in shock and hunger. Hunger for him. For more of his words that seemed to touch not just my heart, but the deepest, most vulnerable parts of me. “You’re in an awfully good mood,” I whispered, biting my lip to stop a moan. “I deserve it. I’ve been in a terrible mood since I left you in that hallway three nights ago. I can’t wait to be done with this damn party so I can kiss you properly.” His voice was thick with want. I felt weightless and boneless. Every nerve in my body tuned to him. He was too much. “Are you finally free?” I asked, my voice shaky from how turned on I was. “I’m not, little flame,” he said, biting my ear and licking the same spot after. “But for tonight? You have me all to yourself.” “Sounds exciting,” I breathed. “It is. Are you wet yet?” he whispered, voice like molten sin. “I am. Very.” “Good,” he murmured. “Stay like that all night. It will get worse but you’ll think of me while we mingle. And then, when this party is over, when you can’t take the ache anymore, I’ll let you come.”

At two in the morning, during a raid, I personally arrested my wife, Carolyn Hewitt, in a rundown motel room. Her neck was covered in hickeys. In handcuffs, she sat beside the bed, trying to comfort her younger brother, who had curled up in the corner, quietly sobbing. "Alex failed his exam and has been feeling terrible. So, I brought him here to relax. Don't get the wrong idea." In the past, I would have already been shouting at her. However, at that moment, I did not even have the strength to expose her lies. I had heard them too many times. "Mark… About this…" My partner nudged me with his elbow, glancing toward the registration form. He was telling me it was up to me how I wanted to handle it. Keeping a cold face, I aimed my body camera toward the foot of the bed. "Handle it by the book. No special treatment." "Mark Russ!" She suddenly struggled against the handcuffs. "What kind of brother-in-law are you? Alex is only 20! If he ends up in jail, his whole life will be ruined!" Her eyes reddened as she spoke, but my expression did not change. I said calmly, "When have you ever treated me like family? Carolyn…let's get a divorce."

Nyla believes she is the only child to her parents since her mom have never explain to her about her youthful life before her marriage to her father. Nyla is from a rich home, daughter to mr and mrs Harrison. Mrs Harrison got pregnant for a rich handsome mr Waylon at the age of 18, before her marriage with mr Harrison Nyla’s dad . Mr Waylon who was known for his physical looks and hardwork to earn a living was ready to get married to mrs Harrison. Mrs Harrison who’s name happens to be Serena gave birth to a baby boy and mr Waylon was happy and ready to do anything for Selena. However the pressure from friends regarding the benefits of social life made Serena abandoned her 3 months old baby in search of pleasure. Waylon had no option left so he had to take care of his baby KAI and and provided everything he could to make sure his baby stays alive. Mrs Harrison is now married to Mr Harrison and both have a beautiful and intelligent daughter by name Nyla. Nyla happened to come across a handsome looking young guy and falls in love with him. It’s not a doubt that this guy also falls for Nyla as they exchanged contacts and have been having conversations over the phone, swapping photos and doing video calls but little did they know that they’re were siblings. Nyla is engaged to Kai and she’s two months pregnant for him, both fiancé were happy to give the good news to their parents. Excitedly kai’s dad decided to visit Nyla’s parents for a proper recognition. Mr Waylon arrival caused tension and silence for a while before the truth unveiled itself. But what will happen to the pregnancy?

I was Claire Vitale, the lost daughter they forgot, the bride my lover betrayed—and the dying girl they failed to notice. For five long years, I lived like a stranger in my own home. The Vitale mansion was a beautiful prison, where every kind word hid a lie, every promise was false, and even Lawrence, the man I was supposed to marry, cared more for Vanessa than for me. None of them saw how my body weakened each day, how the pain grew sharper. They were too busy watching their precious Vanessa. Vanessa—the perfect adopted daughter, was the girl my parents loved more than me. She came into our family when I was lost, and when I returned, I found my place already taken—by her. Just as the illness was quietly taking my future. Now she was gone, and they all pointed fingers at me, convinced I was behind her disappearance. The machine they strapped to my head would pull memories straight from my mind. "Where is she?" my father roared. My mother sobbed in the corner. Lawrence, my fiancé, stood silent—his accusing eyes louder than any shout. But I knew the truth would shock them—how Vanessa hurt me, how she faked accidents, how she made sure no one ever believed me. The machine would show them everything. As the machine began its work, I trembled—from fear and exhaustion. After all these years of being unheard, would they finally see?

The contract marriage between the CEO and the Mafia brings a unique story where the CEO has an illicit lover and the Mafia has a mental disorder because her fiancee died. Has a sad story, and thousands of mysteries to be solved. Will both of them be able to reach their respective goals and then end the ridiculous relationship? Or slowly love comes over time and makes them reluctant to part? Read more here... This world is a game, if you are not good at playing then you are being played. When playing we need confidence, if we are not good at convincing and impressing people with our intelligence. Confuse them with your stupidity, so they feel they have won.

Zoe Jensen's parents kick her out because she doesn't want to share them with Alice Reed. She ends up homeless on the streets. She ultimately dies of starvation. When she's reborn, she finds herself standing before Alice. The latter is crying and begging her. Zoe is delighted by this. Alice can have her parents if she wants them—Zoe doesn't want to lose her life because of them again!

This is a sexy and dark retelling of Beauty and the Beast where the beauty is a shy and sweet twenty-one year old girl and the beast is a twisted, psychotic, arrogant and cunning vampire. ****"C-can you p-please be gentle?" She meekly stuttered out between tears and hiccups. Her gaze still attached to the ceiling. Seconds passed. She could feel her cheeks heat up even after uttering that small request. What it implied. She'd never had sex before. She hadn't even seen a naked male before, in her entire life. She didn't know what to expect. But she definitely knew that it was going to hurt. The girls from her high-school had warned her of that. That it was going to hurt really bad at first. And that it wasn't actually that pleasant either. She startled at the sudden sound of his masculine chuckle. Her head instinctually turned to look at him before she could even try and stop herself. She watched him turn to lie on his side, his elbow digging into the soft pillow as he held his head in his hand. A sly smirk displaying on his beautifully-carved features. "And why would I do that?" He rose one brow. She immediately felt her cheeks burn even hotter. "B-because I asked you nicely," she bit her lip. Her hands were still tightly holding onto that duvet, keeping it at chin level. His gaze momentarily dropped to her mouth, taking notice of that small action. "A-and because I'm scared. I haven't done this before. Any of this," she truthfully admitted after a moment, her gaze lowering as she couldn't help but feel so embarrassed. About all of it. What she'd just told him, their current position. All of it. "You mean the sucking or the fucking part?"***

Anastasia Kingsley has always felt like an outsider in her own home, but nothing prepares her for the ultimate betrayal. Her fiancé cheats on her,That secret will unravel as the story unfolds. Invited to a breakfast she thought would be ordinary, she walks into a nightmare. Her father’s calm complicity and the subtle hints of family deception leave her reeling with heartbreak and anger. Seeking refuge from the world she once knew, Anastasia encounters a stranger whose presence unnerves her, yet somehow feels familiar. Who is he? Why does he seem to know her? As secrets, betrayals, and long-buried memories resurface, Anastasia must navigate love, loyalty, and the shadows of her own past. Will she reclaim her life, or will the people she trusted most define her story for her?

After being pushed down the stairs by my husband's first love, I suffered a difficult labor with our second child and died in a corner of their family's private hospital. Before I died, my six-year-old son cried and begged for his father to save me. The first time, Shawn sneered. "Your mom's gotten smarter, using you to play the victim and trick people." After that, he flung my son's hand away and left heartlessly. The second time, my son told him I was bleeding uncontrollably. Shawn was clearly impatient. "She's being so dramatic, it's just a miscarriage, nothing serious. She's always made mountains out of molehills!" After chasing my son away, he even told the doctors not to care for me. "It's my fault for spoiling her. She'll know what she did wrong once I let her have a hard time for a few days." The last time, my son went to my husband's first love Jasmine, kneeling in front of her and knocking his head on the ground, begging her. Shawn flew into a rage and ordered bodyguards to throw my battered and bruised son out of the hospital room, allowing others to laugh at his misfortune. "If you come bother Jasmine while she's resting again, I'll kick your mom out of our family! She'll never see you again!" My son crawled to my side, leaving behind a long trail of blood. And so, I laid there helplessly as I felt the warmth escape both my son and I. 'Are you happy now, Shawn? You'll never see us again.'