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Sold to a Wolf Pack by MiaMeade
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"My dad sold me to a pack of werewolves to settle his gambling debt." ❀ "I'm going to count to three," Logan growls. He doesn't have to say the rest. If I haven't come to him by then, he'll come to me... and I'll regret it. I know this game, and I know there is only one way it can end: with broken bones. If I don't come to him, his wolf will take over and he'll make me pay. If I obey, his wolf will still take over, and I'll still be the one suffering the consequences. "One," Logan snaps. A tear slowly rolls down my cheek and I dig my nails into my palm until they draw blood. More tears join the first and my lower lip trembles. I want Logan to see how much he's hurting me. "Two," Logan counts, gesturing for me to come to him. I know that he's filled with anticipation. He's hoping for 'three,' craving it. ❀ Three Books in One: Sold to a Wolf Pack | ✔ Saved by a Wolf Pack | ✔ Loved by a Wolf Pack | Ongoing ❀ A fake Omega: Saffron is a rogue, but when her dad sells her to a pack of werewolves, she also has to pretend to be an Omega. Good thing she has a plan: to escape the first chance she gets. A not so mean Alpha: Logan just wants to find his mate and his happily ever after, but instead of the perfect Luna, he gets a weak, frightened Omega. Good thing his dad has a plan: make everyone in the pack mistreat Saffron so she'll finally stand up for herself. An epic romance: Saffron and Logan are meant to be, but will they realize it before it's too late? Not everything is as it seems, and with an enemy threatening to destroy the pack, time is running out. ❀ 167,102 words ❀ Has been ranked #1 in: Werewolf, Paranormal, Romance, Teen Fiction, Humor, Fantasy, General Fiction, Action and even Vampire!
Jimmy is Dead - ein Noire-Krimi by Cr1ssC4stle
Cr1ssC4stle
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"Als Kind hatte ich Albträume. Von Monstern, Biestern, Kreaturen, die mir nach dem Leben trachteten. Manchmal träumte ich vom Tod meiner Eltern, so als ob ich selbst dabeigewesen wäre. Dieser hier war anders. Ich hatte von Rachel geträumt. Sie lag in meinen Armen, ihr Kopf auf meiner Schulter, gab mir einen Kuss auf die Wange und sagte, eng an mich geschmiegt, dass jetzt alles gut werden würde. Dass wir es geschafft hatten. Dass uns niemand voneinander trennen konnte. Ein Moment perfekter Glückseligkeit. Dann ein plötzlicher Ruck. Und jetzt lag ich hier, alleine. Nichts konnte sie zu mir zurückbringen." Eigentlich dachte Ray, er hätte sein altes Leben hinter sich gelassen. Doch manche Taten werfen lange Schatten und so bleibt ihm schließlich nichts anderes übrig, als sich seiner Vergangenheit zu stellen.