WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT!! A story in which a woman is married off to a war general who leaves for a five year war. When he comes back he is nothing like the man she met all those years ago. Unedited

Beta's daughter Elanor Lunaire of the Moon Mist pack expects that on her eighteen birthday she will be mated to her boyfriend, the pack's future Alpha. When he is humiliatingly mated to her twin sister in front of her friends and family, however, it sets off a chain of events that will change her life forever. And when bodies with strange bite marks begin appearing across pack lands, Elanor is thrust into a world of goddesses, magic, and terrifying creatures alongside the wolf kingdom's royal family-and her true mate, Prince Edmond. What Elanor discovers about her true self might challenge everything she's ever known-if only she can save herself, her family, and wolfkind in time.

••• "Just because I haven't touched you as a husband should, that doesn't mean I won't," he said, his voice low and menacing. Her knees felt weak, and she didn't dare move from where she stood, his presence overwhelming her completely. She could barely speak, her voice coming out in a soft, stammering whisper. "It-it wasn't anything like that. I swear... I" ~~~ ••• 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. To save her father's life, she made one vow: marry the coldest man in the city-and never fall in love. But monsters have hearts too. And his only beat for her. A Dark Forced Marriage Romance.

{BOOK1} I open my eyes to a dark room as my senses slowly crept in. This isn't a pillow! Pillow don't have abs or heartbeats. My head snuggled into a chest, legs tangled up and strong muscular arms wrapped around me protectively. I yelp and struggled against a vice grip that didn't even budge. " Let go of me y-you y-ou beast. " That's all I could come up with? My treacherous body has no urgency to fight against our captor. I wiggle my body and prayed for some sort of adrenaline rush while cursing and calling him every bad word I know. Which regrettably isn't a lot. In a swift move, he's between my legs and my dress yanks up to my hips. His warm shirtless tone body smashes into mine and pinned my arms above my head. I felt a slight panic so I wiggle and squirm even more yelling at him. He groans low in this throat and flexed his hips. "OH" I seize my action immediately when I felt his solid hard erection nudge me, sending all sort of confusing sensations throughout my body. I gasp. " I told you to stop moving." He teased. I can't see his face but I can still feel his intense smug gaze on me. " Get off of me you. you. you-" " Bastard?" He helps. " Yes, bastard!" Can't even come up with your own insult Silver. I scold myself. " When I imagine you writhing beneath me you're moaning and screaming my name..." His lips brush my cheek. Oh god " while that sweet wet tight pussy of your's contract around my dick as I thrust deep inside of you." His hoarse deep voice filled with so much passion, lust and desire. I swear if I wasn't lying down I would be on the floor. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright law ... All rights reserved to CherryKel only. No one is allowed to plagiarize, repost this story or anything else that comes to mind, without the author's written and signed consent.

"The Stripper and the Mob Boss" ❦ A sickness of Anastasia's sister leads her towards a huge debt. When her friend comes to her with a solution that would make her go from rags to riches, Anastasia immediately accepts even if that meant stripping. Everything was running smoothly until she was met with the scary notorious mafia leader, Valentino Romano. Valentino was a man with no emotion, but when he was met with Anastasia, he knew that he wanted the blonde gorgeous stripper---at no matter what costs. ❦ "You're not allowed to touch me. It's against Mr. Romano's rules," she said, her back towards him. Her long legs were on full display with her high black heels only making them appear longer. "You must be new. What's your name?" He chuckled out, licking his lips. Valentino grabbed her hips, turning her towards him as his eyes settled on her breasts. Slowly, his eyes trailed up to meet her eyes. "Anastasia. Who are you?" she asked, fear clear in her eyes as she stared. He smirked. "Mr. Romano. Now, open your legs."

There once were two wolves who each lost a mate. Against all odds, they were brought together through an arrangement. Emerson, Alpha of the Night Walker Pack, has been running his pack alone for four years now. He does the best he can to rule but the pack struggles without a Luna to hold them together. His father and former Alpha notices how much the pack is struggling and proposed an arrangement to the Mystic Peak Alpha. The proposal was a mating ceremony between Alpha Sebastian's unmated sister and Emerson. In return, the Night Walker Pack would provide wolves to help deal with the rogue problem. Madeline is the sister of the Alpha of the Mystic Peak Pack. She does as much as she can for the pack, but there isn't too much she can. Luna Natalie took care of the pack. When her brother tells her of the arrangement, she agrees, not for the Alpha but for the pack. However, when these two meet for the first time, it's clear that they are going have problems. Despite this, they both agreed to continue in the arrangement. Will they break and tear each other apart? Or will love conquer? A/N First few chapters will be a bit choppy but it will smooth out after that. I promise!!! {Highest ranking: #8 in werewolf}

When the Eclipse Pack approaches him with an offer, Alpha Theo Stormblade doesn't ask why. He only asks one thing: "How much do they want?" Theo-once the Kingdom's most beloved, extroverted leader-has spent the last five years carved into stone. Cold. Detached. Unreachable. Since the death of his mate, the legendary Alpha has refused every attempt to push him toward a new bond. But when the elders insist he must produce an heir, Theo agrees to only one thing: A contract. A surrogate. Nothing more. Millie Rose has spent her entire life being overlooked. An orphan. A servant. A maid in one of the poorest packs in the Kingdom. Her parents were once powerful warriors, but Millie's future has been reduced to scrubbing floors, obeying orders, and surviving on scraps of respect. Until her pack sells her. When the Eclipse Pack hears the Stormblade Alpha is seeking a woman capable of bearing a strong heir, they offer Millie-quiet, obedient Millie-in exchange for desperately needed money. She meets every requirement on paper. Except one: She has no idea how dangerous Theo truly is. Brought to the Stormblade Kingdom under the terms of a cold-blooded agreement, Millie expects chains of duty. Theo expects silence and submission. But the moment their eyes meet, something ancient stirs-something neither of them agreed to, and something Theo refuses to acknowledge. He wants an heir. He does not want a heart. Millie wants freedom. She does not want to fall for the wolf who bought her. But fate has plans neither contract can contain. When secrets rise, desire ignites, and old wounds begin to bleed, one question remains: Will Millie become nothing more than the mother of his heir... or the Luna who heals a broken Alpha?

He was feared by all, including the emperor. He fought wars and conquered. He cared for no man. It was known to all that he had no emotions except hatred and anger. All he knew was war, but her scent drew him in and just like that he wouldn't let her go or see her with another man, he wanted her all for himself. But would her fragile self be able to handle his strength? And can he be gentle enough so not to hurt her? #3 heartwrenching #5 dark #1 warriors #1 emotional #4 lovetriangle #1 mine #1 strength

******** "You like being tied up, don't you?" he taunts, his mouth near my ear. "So I can uncover every secret you keep buried. So you can pretend to resist when your body is begging for me?" "What are you doing?" I cry out, my voice cracking. "You said you'd only touch me if I wanted it!" His gaze sears into mine. "Your body does want it, love. More than you'll ever admit. It's my right-my duty as your soon to be husband-to give you what you crave." 18+‼️‼️ ******** In a crowded nightclub, our gazes lock across the chaos. One look is all it takes-his presence is magnetic, dangerous. Broad shoulders, eyes like a predator, and an aura that warns me he is not a man I should ever want. Yet I can't stop the way my pulse races. A week later, fate puts him in my path again at a glittering event. I should've turned away. Instead, I stayed-and saw the truth with my own eyes. I watched him end a life without hesitation. The mysterious stranger isn't just a man. He's the ruthless kingpin of India's most feared cartel. And once he notices me, his obsession is relentless. But I am not a bargaining chip. I will not be sold off to cover my father's debts. I will not be broken the way my mother was. So I run. Only he hunts what's his. And to him, I already am. What the devil wants... the devil takes. ⸻ ⚠️ Warning: This is a dark, mature dark romance. The hero is possessive, violent, and at times irredeemable. This story includes explicit content, graphic themes, and situations that may be disturbing or offensive to some readers. Recommended for readers 18+ only.

A legendary King who saved their kingdom from brutal invaders and the humble brahmin's (ascetic) daughter. • King gets obsessed with her and forcefully marry her. • Strong female lead x Love sick Male lead. • FL tries to get revenge for what he does to her, follow the journey to see if she can escape from him, or fall for him. • Geographical location is Kashmir. ••• "Will you fight me too, your majesty?" A commanding voice cut through the crowd, drawing all eyes to the arena. At once, everyone knelt. "Hail to the savior of Kali Kingdom!" Shivani's gaze shifted, meeting her husband's smirking eyes. Dressed in green, he stood at the edge, watching her like a hunter sizing up his prey. Her smile faded, replaced by cold resolve. "I am not a warrior, Maharaja," she stated. "Just a teacher. My work here is done." "Rise," he ordered softly, eyes still locked on hers. As the men stood, he stepped forward, his smile deepening. "I, too, wish to learn. I shall pay a suitable fees. Don't worry." Her jaw tightened. "I have nothing to teach the great King," she said, laced with sarcasm. "I'm just a mere woman correcting mistakes-while you, of course, are flawless." Unfazed, he removed his rings one by one, handing them to a servant. "It's a humble request, Maharani. Please teach me. How can you judge my skill without facing me?" Her grip on the sword tightened. He had struck a nerve. "Fine," she snapped. With a sharp swing, she stepped back, putting space between them. A sword was placed in his hand. With a slight nod, he raised it, ready for battle. • • •