Blurb A Female war weapon fighting for freedom, and a long gone dream but also handed an escape on a platter of gold. What does she do? And a Lycan with the burden of the world on him, anger issues and the weight of many secrets; fighting to bring his Kingdom back in place, until everything spiralled out of control. When two broken souls meet, trying to change their worlds, perhaps they have to change theirs first Find out how they came out victorious -or not- in this book.
"You should have listened to Mummy and the Queen and stayed silently hidden," I muttered angrily at my younger sister.
She had already cried out every ounce of strength in her but I couldn't help but point out it was her mistake. She had always got me into trouble.
"You should have let me go alone!" She said, still as stubborn as ever in spite of herself.
"And tell Mum and Dad what? That I left my younger sister in danger?" I said at her, giving her a stern eyes.
"Well, you are not older than me! I'm your twin sister. Besides, there is no Mum and Dad to tell anymore. Those people killed them." She said, looking as miserable as I felt.
My power, everything I was, it was wasted. Our father was a Lycan but our mother was a werewolf, so we weren't as strong as other Lycans.
It had only prompted me into throwing myself into trainings, taking all the help I could get. And there were only a handful of people I could take on. I wanted to get married to the prince and have his kids and I wanted to be sufficient enough for that.
The kingdom was wonderful, took care of their own. Our King was a great King, greatest of all times, if I say so myself but all if those things, all of those dreams had been truncated by our attackers.
It became quickly apparent that the King's Gamma was a betrayer and a liar. A lot of us lost our loved ones, like our parents, our King... I might have lost my crush, the prince.
I wondered what would become of our kingdom. I sighed turning to stubborn and devastated sister, hugging her to myself. She held me tight, trembling in my arm.
At our parent's demise, I would take good care of my sister and make sure she doesn't suffer, no matter what it took. She began to whimper in my arms, I had always known that she showed stubbornness to protect herself, she had the softest heart I knew.
"We are in trouble." She whispered.
Of course, she didn't have to tell me that the biggest nightmare of my life had just happened in front of my eyes. I wondered what would happen to us.
I didn't want to leave my sister bit I also didn't want her to die, so, I would protect her with my life.
We were not the only ones in captive, a lot of people surrendered, so that they didn't have to die. We were all packed into a big truck, melancholy in the air. It tasted bitter. Pain and loss and tears, also lingered in the air.
People were clutching their broken arms or legs, or bleeding part of their body, two people had died already.
I hugged my sister closer as reality began to set in, we were doomed.
Thirty minutes later, we were all sitting in a vast cell, watching as our people were raped, tortured, played with, decapitated up front.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Cuddly . I should have just sat down. I should not have come out of hiding." She was going into panic attack.
I started to panic at that, "Breathe, Nessa, Breathe. Count with me. Please you are scaring me."
We stayed hidden, behind the cells. She counted with me, until she began to feel alright.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" I asked as I held up two fingers.
"Two." I finally calmed, only that was too soon.
"You! Stand up!" He pointed at Nessa. She hugged me tighter, and whimpered.
I stood up straight, "No!"
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
"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.
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"