In a world where werewolves and vampires live freely among humans, Lyra Laine is a lonely and resourceful 19-year-old girl living in New York. Her only goal is to raise enough money to flee to Canada, to put several states between her and Carlos, her stepfather, a gang leader, who has decided to make her his thing. In her race to win her freedom she will cross paths with a huge animal that she thinks is a giant dog. Hypnotized by its eyes, is she really doing the right thing by taking in this wounded beast? Hasn't she just brought the big bad wolf into the fold? "There are some sexual and sexy scenes, and some war scenes.
Lyra, hurry up, the customer is waiting!
I snatch the package from the secretary's hands and run to get on my bike. I work as a courier in New York, and this idiot has just wasted 5 precious minutes of my time because he did not pack well. Time is money, I don't have enough to waste.
I have already done more than 50 kilometers today, yet I would like to be able to do at least two or three more errands to increase my salary for the day. To achieve my goals, I race through traffic, weaving in and out of cars, sometimes catching a bus or a cab to get some speed.
My next client is in the middle of Manhattan. I have to go to the Verona building, in one of the business districts of the Big Apple. It's a place I've never been before despite my work, as it's a rather vampire-like neighborhood and they tend to use their servants for the kind of service I provide. It's not a problem for me to go there though, because money has no smell, no race, no homeland where ever it comes from, so I take it shamelessly.
Following my GPS with one eye, I look at the buildings around me, vaguely wondering what to expect. As far as I know, I've never come across any non-humans, and unlike the rest of the people I'm around I've never been interested in them. Fortunately, vampires are by far the most exposed, so despite the fact that I live in a district exclusively inhabited by my race, I have some knowledge of them.
First of all, knowing that they once hunted my kind for food, I am glad to be protected by the primary agreement. It is a non-aggression pact that forbids hunting and unauthorized consumption of other individuals.
While I've never trusted the law to defend me, the bounty my company offers me for coming so far from my usual neighborhood helps me throw caution to the wind. If things turn out badly, I'll take action when the time comes. It's not the first time I've had to take care of my own safety.
Putting my bike against the wall, I tell myself that after all, all humanoid bipeds look alike, so I don't have to fear them more than the others. Looking up at the building with its impeccable windows and dizzying lines, I also think that most of the people inside must be careful about their image: Eating the delivery man would probably look bad.
Pulling my cap over my head, I tuck my package properly under my arm, before going through the automatic doors, trotting to the reception desk and pushing all doubts out of my brain. The woman at the entrance looks at me with a stern eye, ticking off my jeans torn at the knees and my Carapuce t-shirt. I'm well aware that I'm 19 years old, and past the age of Pokémon, but I don't care what the rest of the world thinks.
Anyway, I'm not here to do a fashion show. Without giving him the time to make the slightest remark, I attack directly:
I have a parcel for Mister Veroni, I have to go up, it's urgent!
She hesitates to give me access to the upper floors, pouting with a disgusted look without stopping staring at me. What does she think? That I come to make graffiti in the building?
Well, at worst I can leave you the package! I say while shrugging my shoulders. For me, it's not a problem, I would say that it's your fault if the customer didn't get it in time...
She bites her lip, worried while triturating her files, weighing the pros and cons, while I pretend to turn the heels.
It's good, it's good! She finally answers me with bad grace. 42nd floor, the first office on the right!
Strategy of the number one courier: When the reception is not warm, oppose an apparent calm and then insinuate that the interlocutor risks his place. This is one of my favorite techniques, I love to see the little department heads go from arrogant to scared. With a smirk, I watch her hand me a badge with her fingertips.
It is to be returned on the way out! She spits at me and turns immediately to face her computer screen.
No joke! I say in an acid tone. Me who dreamed to begin a collection!
I leave, while she throws me a furious glance in corner. The spade was not obligatory, but I added it in supplement for the pleasure.
I walk through the elevator door, finding myself squeezed in among a troop of men and women in dark, severe suits, pulled together. I suppose most of them are bloodsuckers, but I wouldn't know them and I don't really care. I only think about my bonus and in the meantime I slip into a corner to better watch them.
On the 42nd floor, I rush to the indicated office, knocking on the door before entering without waiting for an answer. After all, the sooner I get it over with, the sooner I get out of this place that makes me feel a little uncomfortable.
In my haste, I come face to face with a tall dark-haired man in a suit and tie, whom I bump into, caught in my momentum.
While grumbling against the people with too broad carrures, I make a step backwards, however I hardly moved that he holds me by the arm.
Your smell is very pleasant... He says to me with a dreamy voice while his nostrils dilate.
I blink, perplexed, thinking that he doesn't look sane. Raising an eyebrow, perplexed, I try to disengage myself by explaining to him what I come to make there.
I have a parcel for Mr. Veroni!
He doesn't let go of me, his black eyes staring at me with the intention of entering my soul.
It is me! He says while a smile stretches his lips. What a coincidence, I think we were destined to...
I cut his reply, which I feel will be very heavy, by placing the package against his chest in a slightly brutal way before offering him my tablet for the signature.
Sign here, please! I answer him coldly, giving him a blow of elbow so that he lets go my arm that he still holds firmly.
Once he finally decides to release his grip on my wrist, grabbing the package by reflex, I show him the screen and the place to sign. No matter what, stay professional: strategy number 2 of the delivery man. The technique usually works with all the low-level flirts and paper-pushers who are a little too pissed off.
Unfortunately, this time is one of the failures because he stares at me without moving, as if he was waiting for something else than the parcel which doesn't seem to interest him at all.
His eyes sparkle with a brightness that does not tell me anything worthwhile. Hoping to finish faster, while all my fears seem to take life, I resume trying to keep my calm, despite the uneasiness that grows in me.
Mr. Veroni, do you want your package or not? I asked with insistence.
Against all expectations, another mocking male voice resounds a little further.
So, boss, your pheromones don't work anymore?
I tilt my head forward to get a better look behind my fool of a client, discovering a man sitting on a large walnut desk who looks at us with a smile. He suddenly approaches with a predatory gait, sure of himself as if I'm going to melt under his spell. I squint, observing this tall blond man with pale skin that contrasts strangely with his black suit
He growled, slamming his fists into the tree that was currently behind me I swallowed hard and looked down to the ground avoiding looking at his golden eyes that shined threw the darkness of the forest. "All mine" He whispered before his teeth sank into my neck
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Sequel to chasing my estranged wife; I want you back. ******** " You promised me!'' I screamed. "You promised that you wouldn't hurt me, you made the vows that you would stand beside me, Ryan, and what did you do? You broke me into smithereens. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. When I said we were done. I meant it!" Falling in love with him had come in a whirlwind, she couldn't account for how exactly it had happened but what she knew was that she didn't want to let go once she was in. For Ryan, when he made a vow, he had meant it, but nothing had told him about marriage, that it wasn't just a bed of roses, but it had thorns in it as well. When secrets piled up between them and vows broken, they had no choice but to let go of each other, but years later, he wanted her back. Like the air he breathed, he chased after her, but she was gone. Left with the remnants of his actions, he is torn between getting her back and damning all consequences or letting go of her and his children, which would it be?
A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, “She’s quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and you’re crossing me.” The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
Mia's life is spiraling out of control. Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she's desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex's teasing smirk and Sean's quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn't know where to turn-or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation.