23 year old carefree Amani just moved into her new home at the edge of the woods, unaware that she was only mere feet away from Werewolf territory. To make matters worse she has to deal with an obsessive and possessive Alpha Calix; who can't take no for an answer, but what happens when he has to deal with his stubborn mate who doesn't like doing things his way? "No." I said confidently looking at him, causing a look of anger to pass through those black voids of his. I realize that I'm playing with fire here, but for some reason I really feel like he won't hurt me. Even so I will not be told what to do like a child. "No?" He asked concerningly low. "I said n-" I didn't even finish my sentence before he picked me up out of my seat like I weighed nothing. I let out a scream as he put me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I could feel my dress fly up exposing my ass as I used one hand to cover it failing miserably, and the other to claw at his back with my manicured nails. I soon gave up trying to cover my ass, deciding I didn't care anymore, as I instead focused all of my energy into clawing and hitting his back. "Where the hell are you taking me?" I asked demandingly. "To the bedroom." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "What, Why?" I asked, stunned. "I've been too lenient with you and it's caused you to misbehave, but don't worry, we're going to fix that little problem, starting now."

Secretly living in her car, Hazel lies to get a job as a housekeeper for a brooding, sexually intense man who seems to hate everyone, including her.

"Breathe, sweetheart. That's it. You're not going anywhere." She's anxious and sensitive. He's quiet and protective. A story in which she's arranged to marry, but falls in love with her bodyguard. Secretly struggling on the spectrum, Selena is furious when her parents hire a bodyguard to watch her twenty-four/seven. A hot, tattooed, angry-faced bodyguard who happens to be 10 years older than her. Hiding his own demons and buried in debt, Adam isn't one to be controlled. Even if it means putting up with a cheeky brat who'll do anything to get him fired. But the more they spend time together, the more they realize how much they have in common... And unfortunately... Falling is strictly forbidden. ---THIS STORY IS PAUSED--

He put more force in his grip on her cheeks and tilted her head up so she could look at him from her height. "Is that so, little rogue?" The King slowly closed the gap between their bodies until their clothes touched. His fingertips gently glided along the healing bite marks, leaving ghostly touches as they did. Chelsea squeezed her eyes shut in response to his touch, her head shifting toward the other side to give him more access naturally. "Who am I to you then, if not your King?" he enquired huskily, lowering his head between her neck and shoulder. Chelsea fought against every cell in her body to not moan at his voice and his words alone. Your King, his voice echoed in the back of her head. She shuddered helplessly in the end. Keeping her voice strong despite her reaction, she spat out her reply. "Nobody." |SYNOPSIS INSIDE| #1 in mates [30.10.2021] #2 in werewolf [02.12.2022] #2 in cruel [28.07.2023]