Wound Tight

You think humans are the only species that roamed the Earth? Think again... In the island of Cyprus in the middle of Aegean Sea, there is a tight community that was secluded from the world. They were known as Shadow Pack community. Their hierarchy was different the ones that we know. They have Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Omega and Ultima. It is the way of their life and everything is different. These were known as their leaders and they are waiting for their mates. Would they find their mates when most werewolves find them when they were 18 years? Join the pack and uncover the secret of their stories as we dive into the world of werewolves, mates and love.

I had been with Lars Carter for six years. The head of Midas Capital in Eastwind City, he was a rising star in Riverton's Silver Street—the heart of this nation's financial world. Few knew his true roots. Within him flowed the Vitalus bloodline. Lars descended from an old mafia clan from the city of Virgil in Vitalus, the Viktors. Midas Capital was ours. We built it from the ground up together; Lars would haunt private clubs, ironing out business deals amid drinks. I would stay by his side, doing the accounts, steering the direction of the negotiations, and memorizing every detail of the high-stakes contracts. We did everything together—a tight team. Or so I thought. In my naivete, I was convinced I would rule the city alongside him. The woman behind the man, so to speak. …Until Pearl Ross arrived two months ago. His childhood sweetheart moved from Virgil to Eastwind City. It was then that I knew—she was the one he was waiting for all along. It had always been her. "Lars, I want to get married." Lars' face tightened; hesitation veiled in businesslike concern. "Bianca, you know the company's at a critical stage… We're mid-fundraising. I can't right now." I smiled, calm and composed. "That's fine." He misunderstood. I was getting married—just not to him.

I cringe in fear, he traces his finger down my half naked body feasting his eyes on me, I can tell my already wet transparent outfit isn't helping matters, I feel his hand graze through my nipple slightly he turns me over making me face the wall, I feel his bulge rub against me,I try pushing him but he pins me down with no effort at all, "It won't be fun if you don't resist" I'm hit by a sharp wave of pain as he thrusts into me gradually it turns to pleasure as he thrusts faster,harder and quicker my brain tells me to fight him off and run but my body aches for more pleasure than ever,I've always been this kind of slut but tonight I feel violated, He turns me over to face him I watch his lips move closer aiming for a kiss,disgusted and irked I kick him in the groin causing him to fall and sprawl on the ground ,I reach for my jacket, he pulls me by my ankle I try kicking him off but he's holding on too tight, restless and impatient I reach for the gun just before me pulling the trigger without second thought, he stays still not moving seconds after blood come gushing out from his abdomen,I hear claps come from behind "Well-done Nikita, welcome to the crib"

One wrecked plane. Two wrecked souls. JANE REYNOLDS is comfortable with her boyfriend LUCAS JOHNS. The problem is Lucas' friend REMY HANES doesn't make Jane feel comfortable, he makes her feel alive. One drunken night things get heated, leaving them with a fire in desperate need of extinguishing. When their Spanish class leaves for a trip to Spain, their expected fun turns to Hell on Earth when the plane crashes, and leaves only a few survivors. With loved ones lost, Remy and Jane cling tight to one another to survive the hot days and hungry nights. If the events on the mountain don't kill them, their guilt of loving one another might. Sometimes love wrecks you before it claims you.

“Our pathetic engagement is done, so don’t ever show your miserable face around me again. I’ve been disgusted by it for years! You are dying soon anyways, your disease has no cure! RIP in advance.” Francis, my fiancée spat cruelly, each word like a wound to my already broken heart. Not bothering to know how deep his words were hurting me. And didn’t care I was already drowning in pain.

Audrianna Escareal is the heartless heiress of Vida Riqueza. Her young heart was wounded when her family got wrecked. Her heart was shattered and her idea of love was tainted with betrayal and prejudices. But despite everything, he still learned to love. She tried to deny it at first. She may be young and inexperienced but she knows her type! He's out of her league, intense and very much intimidating. But like they said, as tight as you hold on to something, the more you will push it to explode. She couldn't control herself anymore. She loved him with all her bruised and scarred heart... only to be burned by his flames at the end. Loving him is her dangerous haven.

[WARNING: Mature Content] "Aren't you a feisty little forte," His rough voice almost made her jump in fright. Her tied wrist ached with the knowledge he was clutching tight to it. He leaned close to her with his lips over her ear and whispered. "No one escapes from me, troublemaker, not even the dead." ____________ Ivanna, a petite princess ran from home after being told to replace her elder sister by marrying a man old enough to be her grandpa. That wasn't the perfect prince-charming marriage she had thought of when she was little. Her parents didn't heed her pleas when she said no. So, she had only one way; To escape. And she fled. But what will she do when she accidentally falls into the hands of the nastiest man she'd ever met? A man whose expression didn't change as he killed his third-in-command for knocking over his stuff. Will her arranged marriage still take place, or will the devil force her into marriage to keep her as his pet? __________ "I am not so bad, Princess," That was the only thing he said before breaking the neck of a man that had earlier gazed seductively at her. "Except when they want my stuff."

He walked up to me as everyone paved way for him while he came closer "be my girlfriend quince" he said leaving me dumbfolded and shocked and at that moment series of question kept on popping in my head ~do I really want this ~do I really want him as my boyfriend I kept on asking myself this questions a tear dropped from my eyes as i immediately clashed my lips on his while he pulled me closer and hugged me tight "that's my baby" i heard gigi screamed and i pulled away "yes I'll be your girlfriend" I answered and smiled as he carried me up making everyone screamed and cheered for us "I love you quince" he said "I love you too" I answered and we kissed again Freaking romance Melting her icy heart Haven been heartbroken by Friday love and made you turn cold towards boys, well that's the story of quincy Anderson Joel A transfer student named Joel caught up with quincy's beauty after meeting her on his first day of resumption What will happen between the two different people Sit back and enjoy this mind blowing story

After five years in a world ruled by werewolves, I still haven't found a way back to the human world. So I did the only thing I could. I married my fated mate, Ryan Darcy, a devastatingly handsome Lycan Prince with a towering frame. The night we sealed our mate bond, we traded secrets. Leaning close, I whispered in his ear, "The truth is, I'm not from this world. Treat me wrong, and I'll disappear back to where I came from. You'll never find me again." Ryan immediately swears he'll love me more than life itself. He pulls me close, holding me so tight it's like he's afraid I'll disappear any second. But then Eleanor Darcy—his stepsister, sent away for a political marriage in another pack—returns. Bit by bit, I watch as Ryan's attention shifts to her. Devastated, I start looking for a way back to the human world. I throw myself at walls, try to hang myself, even jump into the lake, but nothing works. Ryan grows more distant with each passing day. "Susan, I expected better from you. Since when have you stooped to cheap attention-seeking stunts? 'Crossed over from another world?' You can't honestly expect me to buy that nonsense." That's when I realized he hadn't believed a single word I'd said.

There's this unspoken rule in werewolf high society: no matter how tight the mate bond is, business banquets mean booking a hostess. Six years into our bond, my Alpha mate—Brian Stormclaw—met one. Louise. A scrappy Omega with too much pride and not enough sense. When he offered her his black card, she pushed it back and said, "I'm not some Alpha's pampered pet." Brian? Instantly hooked. Like the Moon Goddess herself had dropped her in his lap. He chased her like he wanted her mark on every pack crest. But he forgot something—I was the Luna he wrote ninety-nine love letters to before I said yes. I didn't beg. Didn't snap. Every time he chose her over me, I lit another letter. First one burned on our anniversary—he bailed to wait outside Louise's flower shop, just to walk her home. Letter thirty-four? He left me stranded in a dangerous hunting ground to keep her company. Said she was scared of the dark. Fifty-two? Torched the second he replaced our wedding photo with some sketch she made on. ... And when the ninety-ninth turned to ash, so did whatever was left of us. I walked away. For good.