Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! His movements hastened, her moans intense. She felt him leaning to her ear, picking up a different angle, his hand moving under her body to grab her breast like a possession, his thrusts fast and hard, his sweat bathing her skin. She came undone as loud as she could have been, pulling the sheets in her small fists, making a mess with her juices. He remained embedded, listening to her breathe, letting her come down from her high, waiting for her to realise what sin was she condoning, what parlous pleasure was she devouring. She remained unmoving, focusing solely on bringing back her dwindling breathe before he decided to speak, closer to her ear as he was, his teasing demeanor was unmissable, his sardonic smile imaginable. "Found you" . . Cat and mouse game could last only so long, it was only about time he clutched her in his claws ready to tear her apart. Tara managed to keep herself safe from his clutches for three long years. Three years of betrayal, longing and chase. She had her share of revenge, it was his turn now. Everything shall be repaid in blood or pain. Or both. In continuation with my previous book "Stuck"

"You are mine," He murmured across my skin. He inhaled my scent deeply and kissed the mark he gave me. I shuddered as he lightly nipped it. "Danny, you are mine and only mine, you understand?" Daniella Saunders had a pretty rough life. After being heartbroken and betrayed by both her father and her boyfriend, Danny moves to a small town to find the comfort of her mother. Everything is not what it seems and soon, Danny finds herself in the middle of a world she didn't even knew existed outside of fiction novels and movies. Not only does the town seem bizarre, but her senses heighten, her temper is out of control, and her hunger amplify. Throw in an arrogant, selfish, sexy, possessive player who didn't even want her in the first place, her life just seamlessly attract madness. Especially with those creepy threats coming from a "Silver Bullet", she can't keep still.

"You had me worried sick!" He yelled back. "Sick worried about what!? Not getting your paperwork done!?" I fired back "Of you, OF YOU! God damn it, I was worried about YOU!" He confessed as he turned his head to connect our eyes. Hazel against Green. His bottom lip was trembling as mine sealed shut. ~~~ Olivia Eves is 24 years old who lived in Foster Care ever since her parents died at the age of 11. Now living on her own and works for the one and only, Mr.Evans. But she had no better option because as much as she would like to admit, the paychecks down at Evans Consolidated was supporting her. Mathew Evans is a 26 years old Billionaire. He's smart when it comes to his company, but with women? He isn't the brightest. Love? is also a joke to him. Caring? pure humorous. What was on the youngest billionaire mind? Contained two things, the company, and his little brother. Can Ms.Eves handle Mr.Evans and his arrogant self? Would Mr.Evans tolerant Ms.Eves? ~Uncompleted. Would have editing mistakes.~ All Rights Reserved Copyright of LostInReading921. This book was created from my own ideas. This story cannot be used in any possible way. ღEnjoy

Highest Rankings 1 in #mythicalcreatures 1 in #werewolvesandvampires 2 in #pack 2 in #2018 3 in #matebond 66 in #romance Small electric sparks run down the length of my body as I look into his cold grey eyes, the moonlight illuminating them further and they flash brighter. He stands a few yards away, with his fingers clenched and his jaw set. A gentle breeze blows his dark chocolate hair off his forehead, showing his angry brows and glaring eyes. A slight shudder runs down my spine as his eyes dance down my body shamelessly. I blush thinking how I had done the same. Suddenly he takes a step forward and on instinct I take many quick steps back, putting distance between us. My heartbeat picks up, thumping louder as my blood pumps faster throughout my body. He growls lowly in warning as I take more hesitant steps away. I turn to the side when two strong arms stop me, I struggle against their holds at first until, but a chilling growl stops everything in its path. Instantly the hands let go and the two men back off. "Why are you running?" A deep voice asks, he stands directly behind me, gently caressing my arm, running his middle finger up and down twice. With my lack of response he grasps my left arm, shaking me with black filled eyes. "Why." He growls. "...t-they agreed that once they're safely back to you, that I c-could leave." My voice is quiet, I look down at the dirt embarrassed at my stuttering. He grips my arm tighter causing me to look up into his dark grey eyes. "That agreement has changed, mate."

Leila Aliyev grew up with her abusive step father and neglectful mother and had only herself to rely on. When Leila was sixteen and her mother died of a drug overdose, she was forced to run away or be 'taken care of' by her twisted step father, Paul. With that thought, she packed her bags and fled hoping she'd be free and be able to live a normal life. She was wrong. Almost four years later Leila had worked from house to house as a maid. She was bought and sold by many different people, some sane and some insane, so being an 'object' was the only thing she'd ever really known. When her most recent owner decides to get rid of her, she is once again put on the market waiting to be bought once again. Little did she know the next person to buy her was one of the most dangerous men in the world... Dante Constanzo the leader of the Italian Mafia. Despite his God-like looks, he was terrifying. He was everything Leila was not; intimidating, authoritative, controlling and he got everything he wanted. When Leila catches his eye at the bidding, he wants her and what Dante wants he gets. Will Leila be able to cope in the midst of Dante's formidable life whilst having her past constantly torturing her mind, or will she leave? After all she seems to be...Maid to Run. WARNING: This book will contain a lot of strong language, mature content, violence and content that may be triggering or upsetting to some readers. Read in discretion. *VALENTINA ROSE IS MY PEN NAME - NOT MY REAL NAME

Amaya Rose. she is sweet and also very good at baking. she ignores her attraction for him because she doesn't know who he is, all she knows is that he works in the same building as her. what happens when she realizes he is her boss? Xavier Knight. He isn't nice to people unless he is close to them. But he has a soft spot for the girl who makes muffins for him? Sneak peek: I look at the time, 6:01, she is talking to him cause I'm a minute late? I need to start being exact again. "Hey muffin," I greet, cutting whatever he was saying off. "Hello sir," she smiles, God, her smile. Fuck. "I'll be there Blake, I promise," be where? Why is she promising him that? Why do I care? Why am I questioning everything when it comes to this girl? *This book contains sexually explicit scenes*

A world where humans despise werewolves not because they know them personally but because their fear of them. Stella Morgan is just a regular 20 year old woman working hard to get herself through college and maintain a job, she knew about werewolves but never met one until the day she went home and found out the werewolves were paying her town a visit, not just any visit; the alpha was looking for a mate.

"You're obliged to sleep with me." When Sterling said that I was three seconds away from slapping that smirk of his face, but seeing as we were surrounded by people, I decided not to. "I'm obliged to no such thing." I turned to leave with my champagne glass in my hand when his palm closed around my elbow halting me. To everyone else we must seem like a cute couple talking. But the grip and the glint in his eyes said the complete opposite. "That ring on your finger says otherwise, darling. Aedan Hart never had luck in her life, ever since she was a kid she got the complete opposite for what she wished. So when she wanted to be married to a gentleman, the opposite happened. When she wanted to find love, we was arranged. And when she wanted someone who loved her, she found someone who couldn't stand her presence.

"What is your favourite colour?" Esha asked, her fingers grazing her husband's jaw as she leaned back lazily against him on their couch. "Green," he said in a blink, thinking about her in green. It was sight to watch his wife in green, their first meet was still vivid in his memories. She'd worn a beautiful green anarkali, and a pair of cream jhumkas. The light around in the restaurant helped her to shine like a star along with her twinkling eyes and he'd instantly felt tempted by the woman. "Ey! That's mine." She urged turning her head to meet his eyes. Giving her coy and beautiful smile, that's only and only reserved for her, he cupped her soft cheeks in his palms and pecked her nose, right on the piercing-he so loved, and whispered. "And you are mine, sweetheart."

A joyful and cherished boy, who never knew what is pain what are tears he was always pampered, he was always kept away from the cunning world, he have a perfect life, family, friends and love of his life. "Everything is perfect!' That's what he thought, but its life which is never perfect. "You can't do this to me' He whispered and tears rolled down his cheek. "I guess, I did' Said the girl whom he loved the most, and she just walk past him. "Why you left me? what was my fault?' He whispered to himself and cried. She left him and he was broken, he finally cried for the first time he finally saw the cunning world which he was kept away from. He made his mind not to look back not to look back at her he became rude,arrogant,selfish never cared about anyone ANYONE. The only thing he care about is HIMSELF JUST HIM. Everyone is dead scared by his deathly gaze,cold face, angrily clutched jaw and not to forget his cold dangerous voice. He hates her, he wants to forget her, he gets into a college in New York to have a fresh start. A innocent and mentally sabotaged girl, who have experienced the cunning world daily she is bullied everyday, who was never loved by anyone not even her own family but she was loved by him she misses him a lot blames in fact hate herself for leaving him. "I am sorry I left you' She whispered to herself and cried under the moon light. "Was it my fault?' She whispered again sobbed while curling into a ball. Yet she smiles against her tears of course fake smiles she killed her feelings inside her heart, she cared for everyone but forget to care for herself, she cries every night thinking if she never left him, he would have been right next to her now. Many guys die for her, her beautiful features, her angelic face, her brown eyes and not to forget her angelic voice. She loves him, she can't forget him, she never wanna live the place where she made memories with him but her parents forces her and gets her into a college in New York.