While working her shift in a laundry house, Arielle LaRue comes in contact with a mutilated hand with a lot of jeweleries on it. Unbeknownst to her, the hand belongs to a member of a dangerous cult. The strange discovery drags her into a world of fear, treachery, blood and of course, love. Lucas Martin is the young Lord of a dangerous cult. Hearing that a lady, who worked at the laundry house he used, disappeared with the hand of a member of his cult makes him angry and a little intrigued. A brief contact with her shows him the smart and fierce woman beneath the beautiful face. Will they succeed together or will the forces in the dark keep them apart? A thriller of betrayal, trust, survival and love. ******************************************************************************************* "Why did you fucking run away?" She paused for a second. "Because I saw a bloodied hand in the bag you brought." He shook his head. "That's not reason enough to run away. If I left my wallet at your workplace, you should keep it and return it when I come back. That's what normal people do." She looked at him with a dry expression. "I'm very sure normal people will never compare a mutilated hand with a flimsy purse. They are barely in the same category." ********************************************************************************************** "That's not all. You'll have to complete a task for us." She eyed the man warily. "What task?" "It's been concluded that there is a traitor in our midst. Your task will be to fish out this individual or individuals, as the case may be." **************************************************************************************************

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing me into the couch, my breath coming out in pants once I'm disconnected from her. It takes a few seconds for my dazed eyes to make out the expression on her face, and I notice that, while her lips are swollen with my kisses, her eyebrows are pulled forward in frustration. "Kai." She lowly whispers my name and pulls the hand that isn't tightly grasping my neck out to caress my cheek. I can't tell whether to bask in her attention or obsess over the fact that I did something wrong. "Stay still," The right hand clasping my neck tightens to the point where I gasp for breath, but quickly releases soon after. My dick jumps in my briefs at the feeling and I blush, secretly hoping she didn't notice. By the way that her eyes light up and her eyebrows release to a more neutral stance, I can tell that she did. But there's no time to acknowledge that because her next words and actions render me breathless. "Remember, I am in control." She states, and then pushes her pelvis so that her heated core presses right against my aching cock. *** In which an inexperienced college freshman catches the eye of a sinful Dominatrix who wants to take every ounce of his innocence... WARNING: This story isn't limited to BDSM. It explores the kink world. And as you may or may not know, kinks go beyond pain/pleasure. If you're brave enough, check it out ;) *Trigger Warnings are provided in the first chapter* **The female lead is older by several years - suck it up sweetie, you'll survive** 110,000 - 120,000 Words

•BOOK ONE of the Faerie Tale Series• Natalia is the odd one out. She has no hope of ever really finding her place within the pack, how could she when she lacks the most important thing to be a part of the pack, a wolf. So, she plans on leaving to attend the State University four hours away. She never even dared to hope that she would have a mate, for how could she recognize them without a wolf to direct her? Then, she runs into Adam. The pack's enforcer. He's been on the peripheral of her life for as long as she could remember, and she never thought much of it, until she discovers he's her mate. And he refuses to let her go. -------------------------------------------------- "I was packing yesterday," Natalia told him, a quiet dread pooling at the bottom of her stomach. "Packing?" he parroted back. She could hear her family shift awkwardly from where they stood as she nodded, "Yes, packing. I'm leaving for school tomorrow." Instantly his face filled with fury, "You are not leaving," he growled. "I have to go I-" He cut her off, "You are not leaving me, MINE." "Adam, its school, I have to go..." she trailed off as he stalked out of the room, brushing past her parents. Confused, she listened to him jog down the stairs. She slid off the bed and to her window when she heard the front door close. She fought tears as she watched him walk down the drive way, was she really going to be rejected so quickly? Her jaw dropped as she watched him wrap his arms around a small tree in her yard. His muscles contracted (and his butt cheeks) with force as he yanked the tree from where it was rooted. Shifting it so it was held in his hands, he walked to the family car, pushing the tree through the hood of the car and all of it's mechanics as easily as a knife through butter. He turned around and looked into her bedroom window daringly, "MINE!" his voice roared throughout the forest, causing a flock of birds to leave the shelter of a near by tree.

Reese was born an abomination. A Freak. Or so she'd always been told by the pack of seaside wolves she'd been born into, including the pack's leader, her father. No one was ever going to want an alpha female. Only four had been recorded as born in history, and the other three never made it out alive. Now here she was, on the run with her pack of omegas who'd come to her for help, from a notorious pack of mountain wolves. She'd do anything to help the abused females she'd rescued and kept safe. Even give her life. Only the pack leaders don't seem interested in killing her...

This is book 2 of a *REVERSE HAREM* trilogy. Book 1 - My Alpha King Book 2 - My Witch King Book 3 - My Dragon King He nips my ear then starts to kiss my jaw and round my cheek, I can't help but turn into him, wanting to feel his lips on mine. My knees were weakening by the second, my breath quickening. I start grinding back into him and moan. "See you want me, it's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm yours just tell me what you want and you can have it. Do you want me to use my fingers" As he says it he brushes them back and forth through my wet heat. Oh fuck! ___________________________ A little snippet just for you. Please if you liked book one, this is book 2. I hope you enjoy it just as much. and please vote 🥰

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