Caught up in a gamble costing him dearly, Marcus sells his stepdaughter Sarah to a handsome werewolf mobster named Lucius. He said that he could quickly help Marcus if Marcus gave him something valuable. Sarah had no idea that her stepfather was capable of such a horrible thing. Every night, Sarah cried and tried to escape. Can Sarah escape from the cruel Lucius? Or will they love each other?
Sarah felt a cold sensation creep over her body as someone led her to a mansion bathed in pale moonlight. A tall fence surrounded the property, creating a mysterious aura that sent chills down her spine. The house was filled with strange sounds, such as the hiss of the wind sweeping through dry leaves and invisible whispers echoing in the night air. Sarah was both frightened and surprised by the atmosphere that stirred the imagination.
She sighed heavily as the man escorting her pushed open the large door to the house. The door rattled as it opened, revealing a spacious living room with classical ornaments and luxurious furniture that looked like objects thrown from the Victorian era. Large candles lit up the room, creating strange shadows all over the walls.
Without warning, Sarah was suddenly pulled into the basement by a large, fierce-looking man. The man wore a black cloak that fluttered behind him as he held Sarah firmly by the arm. His eyes were sharp and filled with an intimidating darkness.
"Who are you?" asked Sarah in a trembling voice.
The man only looked at her briefly before replying coldly, "You don't need to know who I am. All you need to know is that you are now in our control."
Sarah tried to pull away, but the man's grip was so firm that she felt helpless. She felt her breath catch, and her heart pounded.
The man led her deeper into the dark basement. The strange noises grew more muscular, like gasps and the roar of the wind that sent chills down her spine. They finally arrived at a larger room with sparkling lights that revealed a shocking sight.
In the center of the room was a large man with long black hair sitting on a gold-embellished chair. The man looked handsome despite being 40 years old.
The man rose from the chair, his steps heavy and robust, like a beast about to pounce on its prey. His eyes were sharp and luminous as if they held a profound secret.
"Little girl," he said in a deep voice that sent chills down Sarah's spine. I will tell you who I am and what my powers are. I am Lucian, the werewolf mafia. I have gambled to get you from your stepfather. Now you are mine, and you must obey my commands."
Sarah was silent, her eyes glazed over. She missed the freedom she used to enjoy when her days were ordinary and without threats like this. She felt humiliated and hurt, traded like merchandise by the stepfather who was supposed to protect her.
Lucian arrogantly asked Sarah to sit in front of him. "I don't like crying women!"
"What should I do?" asked Sarah in a voice full of emotion, trying to control herself despite her broken heart.
Lucian smiled with satisfaction, surprising Sarah. "You must fulfill my request. I need a male offspring, and I will take what I want."
Sarah felt sick at Lucian's words. She contemplated her fate now at the mercy of a man who seemed to know no mercy. She felt trapped in a dark world she had never imagined.
Lucian continued, "You will stay here and do as I command. You will learn to submit to me, or the consequences will be very bad."
Sarah felt lost, trapped in a situation from which there was no escape. She knew that fighting Lucian was a stupid and dangerous idea, so she had to find a way to survive.
"Time will tell," Sarah said weakly, trying to convince herself she could find an opportunity for escape or revenge one day.
Lucian just smiled and nodded. "You will soon learn that there is no escape. Now, prepare to live by my rules."
Sarah pondered her unexpected fate. She had to find a way to survive in this dark and dangerous world while longing for the freedom that now seemed so far away.
The sun rose with a sharp light, illuminating Sarah's confined room. The next day, Lucian came to Sarah's room with a small plate of food steaming warmly. Sarah sat in the corner of the room, her eyes glued to the window that revealed the freedom that now seemed so far away.
Lucian placed the plate of food on the small table near Sarah's bed. "I hope you can take it. It would help if you had strength," he said calmly, though his presence carried an eerie aura of power
Sarah stared at the food impassively as if seeing something invisible to the ordinary eye. Lucian tried to smile, but the kindness didn't change Sarah's cold gaze.
"I don't want to eat. I'd rather die here. Instead of being treated like this!" exclaimed Sarah, her voice full of discontent and despair.
Lucian held back his anger, but his eyes blazed with a frightening intensity. "Are you sure?" asked Lucian in a sharper tone, implying an unspoken threat.
Sarah stared at Lucian with a boldness that might have made some people tremble, but not Lucian. He took in the expression on Sarah's face as if to find out the extent of the girl's determination. "I mean it," Sarah said in a steady voice.
Lucian sighed, trying to calm his anger. "Don't make any rash decisions. Your life is in my hands, and I can make it harder for you."
"I don't care!"
Lucian's face turned bright red when he heard Sarah's harsh words. He held back his anger, trying to control his overflowing emotions. However, the decision to show power to Sarah was a step he would take.
"Get her out of here!" ordered Lucian to his bodyguards in a trembling voice. The loyal werewolf bodyguard immediately entered Sarah's room, staring at the girl with an unfriendly gaze as if to convey that she was just a piece of meat that could be trampled under Lucian's rule.
Sarah felt a bone-chilling chill as she was forced into another room. The room was dark, with only faint light from a lamp. In the center of the room, her hands were roughly bound. A feeling of helplessness overcame her, and fear crept up on her.
Lucian walked in with firm steps. His cold face created an atmosphere of tension in the room. He held a gun in a threatening manner as if Sarah's life was now at the end of Lucian's decision.
Sarah tried to contain her fear, although the ropes binding her hands gave her little room to move. She looked at Lucian with eyes that tried to hide the fear behind them.
Lucian approached Sarah with steady steps, raising his gun, creeping his gaze as sharp as a wolf's eyes during a hunt. "If you really want to die, I will hasten your wish!" Lucian said firmly, his voice rattling in the quiet room.
Sarah took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heartbeat. Gunshots echoed in the room.
After a chance encounter, Mr. Lu was determined to find her, no matter the cost. When they crossed paths again, she was dating his nephew. "Hello, Uncle Lu," she greeted with a smile. He said nothing and took her home, swiftly arranging their marriage. "Are we not acquainted enough? Let's start by having two children to strengthen our bond," he proposed.
Clark Bellevue has spent her entire life feeling out of place as the only human in a powerful wolf pack. Born from a brief affair between a dominant Alpha and a human woman, she has always struggled to fit in among her werewolf family. At eighteen, Clark plans to leave the werewolf world behind to find her own path. However, her life takes an unexpected turn when she meets Griffin Bardot, the next Alpha King. Griffin has endured nine long years of emptiness, waiting to find his mate. Just as he begins to lose hope, he discovers that his mate is none other than Clark, right within his own home. Determined and unwavering, Griffin vows not to let anything or anyone separate them—not other wolves, not his troubled, drunken father, and certainly not Clark’s own reluctance. As Clark grapples with her newfound destiny and the intense connection she feels with Griffin, she finds herself torn between the world she wants to leave behind and the powerful bond she shares with her mate. Despite her attempts to run, Griffin is relentless in his pursuit, determined to keep Clark by his side no matter the cost. In "The Alpha King’s Human Mate," Clark must navigate the complexities of her identity and destiny while facing the undeniable pull of her fated mate. Griffin’s unwavering love and determination promise to reshape her world forever, challenging everything she thought she knew about belonging, loyalty, and love. As their bond deepens, Clark realizes that destiny cannot be outrun and that true love may be found where she least expects it.
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."
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
After three years of loveless marriage, Kira was slapped with divorce papers. She has shown him her unrequited love throughout her entire marriage with him, but he decided to turn blind eyes all because of his lover. Distraught and heartbroken, Kira choose to sign the divorce papers with bitter heart. But then and there, she promised herself that when she's back, he will come crawling to her, but she will make him pay for hurting her. Join Kira as she transform to a wealthy heiress and soared as the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire, a remarkable healer and make her ex-husband pay!
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.