Wolf Sister

I came to ruin my ex. I never meant to kneel for his father. I came back to ruin Caleb Vane. I had a plan that was cold, sharp, and merciless. But then I met Malric Vane. The man doesn’t flirt. He commands. One glance and my legs trembled. One word and I was on my knees. He’s the Lycan every wolf fears. The man no one touches. And now I wake up in his bed, spread wide, bite-marked, and dripping for more. He says I wasn’t born…I was made. Made to obey. Made to please him. And the worst part? He’s right. Because every time he calls me good girl, I forget my revenge. I just want to be ruined all over again.

“If you want me to keep your secret, you have to do one thing for me in exchange,” he said, his lips curled up slightly. “What thing?” Aurora narrowed her eyes, alarmed at the direction of the conversation. “Never never share the same bed with my brother,” he demanded, his alpha dominance rolling off him in waves, making her want to bare her neck for submission. But Aurora straightened her back and challenged him head-on. “Why? I’m his wife,” Aurora stated with a neutral expression on her face. She and her husband were a fake couple, but he didn’t have to know that. The fewer people who knew, the more favorable the situation was to her. “I’m supposed to…” “You are mine!” he released a deep guttural growl. The possessiveness shown in his words and eyes made Aurora both startled and baffled. He stalked to her in calculated steps, his eyes glinting with a deep well of want and desire under the moonlight. Aurora started to retreat cautiously until her back hit a hard wall. In a flash, he was in front of her, his arms resting on the wall beside her head, caging her. He was so close to her. Too close. His lips almost touched hers. A smell mixed of rain and pine forests invaded her nose, making her dizzy. Her wolf perked up. Aurora quickly cleared her senses. “I’m nobody’s woman,” she declared, locking eyes with him. But she quickly regretted it because who wouldn’t lose herself in a pair of deep blue ocean-like eyes on a face carved out by the Moon Goddess herself? “Want a bet?” he smirked, “One day you will be mine.” The audacity of him!

Ingrid was born into a family of werewolf hunters. She was raised to believe that the creatures were nothing more than ruthless killers. Though trained as a hunter, she has never participated in a hunt—until the night her father forces her to join. What should have been a simple mission turns into a nightmare when she is captured by a ruthless Alpha seeking revenge against her family for slaughtering his pack. Locked away with no escape, Ingrid fights to survive by using her training to stay alive. When she finally manages to break free. she thinks she’s won—until the Alpha finds her again. He sinks his fangs into her, expecting the venom to end her life, but Ingrid doesn’t die. The bite should have killed her, but it doesn’t. It changes her. Ingrid soon discovers a horrifying truth: the werewolf bite only turns those who carry the gene. She discovers that her entire life has been a lie. Her family, the people she trusted most, hid the truth from her. Now, she’s no longer the hunter—she’s the hunted. With her own people turning against her and the wolf inside her growing stronger, only one person can help her—the same Alpha who cursed her with this fate. Will their hate for each other blossom into something deeper? or does fate have something else planned?

Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion. However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her. He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave. My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides. ___________________________ “Yes please.” She begs. “Then fucking let me in.” I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy. It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric. But I never claimed to be saint. “Here that baby, that’s the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.” “Lazarus.” She moans painfully, “Please let me come.” I’m doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I’m definitely hurting her, “Wanna come?” I rasped, “Not until I say so.” Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks. “Fuck yes.” I smile sadistically, licking her tears. “Cry for me Ma Cherie.” “Please, please let me come My King.” She pleads. “Say it again.” Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, “My King, please let me come. I’ll be good.” I chuckled, “Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.”

The Don of the Falcieri family was assassinated by a rival family, leaving behind his widowed wife, Livia. His younger brother, my husband Caius, took his place as Don. With the title came a duty: to secure the Falcieri bloodline by putting a child in his brother's widow. "Alessia's been barren for years. It falls to Livia to do what she couldn't. The Falcieri family cannot be without an heir." The Madre's voice dripped with scorn. Caius held me close, whispering promises. "As soon as Livia is pregnant, I swear I'll never touch her again." "Alessia, you're the only one I love." Three months, and he hasn't set foot in our bedroom. After he ignored me in front of everyone, choosing Livia time and time again, I finally left. I took what was mine and left one thing behind: a DNA test. It was my final gift to Caius.

Apparently, the prophecy has been around for a long time before even Alexi's parents were born. It was inevitable that there would be a Vampire who sought total dominance over the mystical beings. His hatred of all species except his own was fueled by his belief that vampires were superior to most mystical creatures. But what he hated most were werewolves. There is a prophecy that mentions a child that will be born in a certain year. Both she and her mate will be gifted with great powers by the Moon Goddess once they are mated. When the Vampire King is overthrown, only then will werekind have a chance to triumph over the vampires. Alexi was so freaked out when she saw herself turning into a White Wolf with a name, Kiki. However, it was weirder to talk to her like a friend...

Lyca, a hybrid born to a wolf mother and a vampire father, lived a life of quiet despair. Ostracized by both worlds, she was powerless and frail, a constant reminder of her imperfection. Then came Zack, the conceited grandson of the most powerful clan leader, who was smitten with Lyca, making her the envy of every girl. Their jealousy fueled a fire of hatred, leading to Lyca’s tragic demise. Damon, a vampire friend, resurrected her, not as the frail hybrid she once was, but as a creature of immense power. Every powerful creature she bit transferred their abilities to her, making her a living arsenal. This transformation made her a target, a treasure trove of potential, coveted by both wolves and vampires. The vampire king, awakened by Lyca’s potent blood, was drawn to her, not by her power, but by something far more primal, something ancient and forbidden. His fear of her existence, her ability to disrupt the ancient balance between vampires and wolves, fueled his desire for her destruction. Now, hunted by both wolves and the vampire king, Lyca was alone, feared, and forced to confront the tapestry of betrayal and power woven into her world. Her transformation was just the beginning. She had a choice: succumb to the darkness, or rise above it, a beacon of strength against the shadows. The power within her blood was a double-edged sword, capable of both salvation and doom. Would she trust herself? Would she rise as a legend, or fall prey to her own power? Lyca's story, one of survival, defiance, and the power of her very existence, was far from over.

Athena Willow has to become a slave to the desires of her ex-lover in order to get money for her sister's treatment. She must face betrayal from her parents and is kicked out of the house while she is pregnant. Three years later, Athena returns and takes revenge on her ex-lover and her parents under a new identity.

Monique** I was raised to hate everything Radek stands for. He's the Moonvale Alpha's son, our sworn enemy. Arrogant, smug, always too calm. But somehow, he's always there around me. I was forced to believe it was just fate playing a trick on me, except there was one thing I didn't see coming. Radek** Winning Monique over was never supposed to be easy. Her fire, her hatred, the walls we were forced to build against each other. Everyone knew the daughter of the Ravenmont alpha was a no go area but I couldn't afford to stay away from the one my wolf calls. I knew what I was up against and I had a plan. I just wasn't sure what would come next. **** Two different lives made to live against each other, until the tides change. Less games and more plans, one show to turn it all around.

She was said to be the treasure in their kingdom, the white wolf pack. She was the queen's newly born princess. Born to save their world, she was forced to leave the extramundane life she would have when the clan of bloodsucking vamps attacked their peaceful kingdom in the middle of the night under the sight of the goddess of the wolf moon, Diana. Her protector, an ever witty brilliant half-wolf half-vampire sent her to the ordinary world. "She is the treasure. She must be protected!" However, covered with shining gold cloth, she was left alone in front of a wide huge iron gate of a blue blood family. "Something's sparkling in front of the gate, Jon!" Halley woke her husband up in the middle of the night. "Wait! Let me check!" the still drowsy man got up wobbling as he went outside and glanced at the snow-white skin baby with long candy corn hair and bluish-purple eyes. . "Whose the ugly baby?" rubbing his still sleepy eyelids, the sixth-year-old Vince asked his parents. "Don't you call her ugly? From now on she is going to be your baby sister. Her name is Arianna!" his mother gently answered as she stroked his head.