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
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?
After spending a night with a strange man on the day before her wedding, Arianna left the country to start her life afresh. The 22-year-old Arianna Jason lived her life pleasing those she loved the most, without knowing that she was simply a prey being nurtured for the day of her ruin. Her life has tasted the butter pill of betrayal. She wants to give back to the world what she's got but how can she change her good, innocent personality to fit into a cruel society and world? Can her sweet nature be contaminated, or will she make it through, paddling on the right path?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.
Joanna was sabotaged by her sister and ended up in a stranger’s bed. Despised by her boyfriend and pressured by her family, she was forced to marry a wealthy scoundrel, Rhys. Rhys’ young adoptive father was the richest man in town, but was also said to be violent. Everyone thought Joanna was doomed, but Owen favored her and condemned her bullies. Joanna secretly loved Owen, but after a night of passion, he began to withdraw from her. Heartbroken, she entertained other men. She was on a date when Owen suddenly barged in. "You said you loved me!" Joanna smirked. "Too late. You’ll have to get in line."