Where The Hell Is The Boss

was sixteen years old when he was first killed; when he stood on Matthew's chest, his best friend, blood spurted from all over their bodies so that it was an exhausting and even battle between them until Matthew at last gave way to victory. Jaden breathed out, feeling the fires of hell all around him. His palm shook over the sheath of his sword, recalling that nightmare that steals sleep from his eyes: the moment he was kneeling on Matthew's chest, raising his rusty dagger, reluctant to take his soul, his eyeballs shaking turbulently and his chest rising and falling at an exhausting pace, and Matthew grabbed his trembling palm and led him towards his chest containing the dagger. Empty not to retreat, not to coerce and relieve him from his hell, but to kill him and prove to everyone that he will no longer be the prey. On that day, everyone around him was waiting, waiting for him to retreat in order to pounce on them, the mighty king's monsters, who made a vow to himself to turn his life into hell from the moment he was born and did the most heinous things.

After Roman Archer and I broke up, he devoted himself to academic research. He had finally become successful. During a television interview, he looked just as confident and high-spirited as he had been back then. The host asked whom he most wanted to share this news with. After a brief silence, he called me. “Celeste, thank you for leaving me. My career is thriving now.” I smiled. “Congratulations, Mr. Roman.” He would never know that if I had not left, he would have died.

I never wanted to go back to the realm which my parents are from. Somehow, I just had to. Dark fae were hunting my mother and my father had to go and help because apparently, I was not ready to rule either his kingdom or my mother’s own. He was doing it for my good though, too bad he had to drop me in a boarding school to do it. I would not have much issues with that if not for the fact that I somehow, unknowing draw attention to myself the very first day and progressing forward, my life became filled with mean girls and school crush with a twist. The means girls were literally after my life and the crush might just be my mate. And oh, apparently, I am the most powerful dark folk to exist in the last thousand years. And a darkness lurk within me, waiting in the shadows and causing flash outs, using my body to do its will and it might just be in cahoots with someone close to me. I never knew what hit me until it hit and when it did, someone was taken. My name is Iristendale, first dark princess with the power to shake hell.

Yolanda Redgrave of the Black River Pack comes from a prominent wolf shifter family and has scored the position of Arms Master. She believed that she would be the Luna of her pack. Not only did their Alpha take her as a lover, but he also broke off their relationship when he rejects her as his mate and Luna. She’s butt hurt, but she finds she okay with it all. That is until she had to watch a human take her place, and she has to guard her ass as they go to war with a Lich and his army. The war is over, but their fallout hasn’t stopped. Now an RCMP officer is investigating what happened, and he’s gorgeous. It’s now up to Yolanda and her team to deal with the mess left by the likeable officer, Ian Bennet. Sparks fly when they first meet, and trust is nowhere around. She operates in the dark and can’t answer his questions. He serves in the light and follows the rules to the letter. Bad girl she-wolf vs Good boy human. Will the secret supernatural world become exposed? Was her new Luna correct, and she would meet her mate and match in this human?

Damon Karsyn had this creepy desire for . When he found out the perfect match for him, his demon horn began to wiggle in satisfaction. His manipulative, dominant, and masochistic side will lead him to destroy the innocent toy of him. Keatton Morgan is the only child and heiress of Elise and William Morgan. The epitome of a persistent and intelligent son he is but on the contrary to it, he was weak and fragile but feisty. In spite of his gender identity and sexual orientation, he wants to prove to his parent that he can be successful without depending on them. "Please, Dr. Karsyn. Do-Don't me" Keatton pleaded while his blood began to flow. "The prey is now in my inferno. Don't worry Kitty ! I will give you blissful hell" and with one punch, Keattons vision began to dim.

"I despise you with all my heart and I wish I could just snap your head off" He glared at her with murder in his eyes. "You have no heart" Ava whispered to Connor Donnacha, the Vampire Coven King and the last pure blood Vampire. The handsome, cold and ruthless Connor, is the CEO of Donnacha Companies and Fate happens to mate him with a Wolf without a wolf. A stain in history. Ava Donovan, Descendant of the Moon Goddess and unknown seer of her clan, Enslaved to Black Canyon Vampires, and Mate to the most Powerful Vampire King in the continent, the first of her kind to marry a Vampire. Being his mate was nature's punishment but marrying her was his punishment! Quiet and gentle Ava has felt guilty and tolerated her husband's treatment of her for a long time but now she craves revenge and what's more fun than getting the hateful vampire king to fall head over heels with her once again and stab him where it hurts the most? Ruining him and everything he stands for!

Could sending people in hell would change the fact that she's also came from it? Escaping ang impersonating weren't easy for Cypher Ashy Kim, the reason for her to considered that living her life doesn't seemed so boring at all, because for her living a normal life is the thing that she really wanted to experience, but then escaping wouldn't change everything. Because wherever she hides herself, her past would still be there to hunt her system. Na kahit ano'ng pikit ang gawin niya, gigisingin at gigisingin pa rin siya ng katotohanan na hindi naman talaga normal ang mundo na kaniyang ginagawalan.

"My beautiful Clara... now you know who I really am. You don't think I'll let you go that easily, do you?" ****** Clara Hart was never a damsel in distress that needed saving. She was the heroine herself-independent, strong and hardworking. When she met Xane through an online dating app, he turned out to be an average decent man, like she had expected and wanted. She had fallen in love with his normality. Yet, Xane Harding was far from average. He was a tech genius and a mysterious billionaire that no one knew his existence of. And when Clara discovered his pack of lies, she was heartbroken. Xane had never wanted something so bad as he had wanted Clara. So this time he pursued her, showing her who he really was. With no lies. And there was no holding him back.

The scholarship student, Izzy Waite, whom Craig Green had been funding, decided to seek some thrills by engaging in group intimacy in the open sea. They messed around in a way that drew blood and unintentionally attracted a shark. I risked my life to drag her back to shore. Once we made it to land, I warned her the ocean was full of bacteria and that she should get a check-up, just in case. She nodded and pretended to listen. However, the moment I turned my back, she ran to Craig, claiming I’d slandered her reputation. She even threatened to throw herself back into the ocean in some dramatic attempt to end it all. Craig was furious. Without giving me a chance to explain, he shoved me into the mouth of a massive, still-living shark. I beat against the inside of that monster’s stomach, screaming for help. The fishermen on the beach panicked at the sight. “Mr. Craig, please. This’ll kill her!” Craig simply held the weeping Izzy in his arms and sneered. “I heard people can survive inside a shark for a whole month. Doesn’t she love studying marine biology? Now, she can do some real research from inside.” Trapped in utter darkness, I curled up, gently cradling my belly. “Baby, this time, Mommy can’t protect you…” One month later, Craig finally came to gut the shark himself and bring me home. Unfortunately, all he found on the wind-swept shore was a skeleton.

Soon after I came back to the country, someone slapped me right across the face in broad daylight, yelling that I was a mistress. A crowd of reporters closed in, pelting me with questions about whether Chandler Armstrong, CEO of Armstrong Industries, was keeping me as his mistress. I was stunned speechless for a moment, but then I pulled out my wedding photo with Chandler from seven years ago and held it up. "What are you talking about? I'm his wife!" The crowd went silent, and the woman who'd slapped me turned white as a sheet. Only then did I finally get it: while I'd been overseas, Chandler had been openly involved with an actress, and everyone in his social circle had already decided she was the future Mrs. Armstrong. Today, they all came expecting to confront a mistress—only to find out that I was actually his wife. Later, Chandler tried to justify it. "Alina, you've been out of the country for years. I'm a man, and I have needs. She's just a B-list actress; it's not like she threatens your position. Why should you be upset? Just let it go," he said. "Don't make a scene." I handed him the divorce papers. "You make me sick."