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"You told them you love me ,huh?" He asks with a raised eyebrows, jaw hardened and eyes narrowed at the shy girl he has hated all his life. She was afraid of his tone,he didn't looked happy with her confession. Was her love going to be unrequited one? "I fuck*** asked you something Ezra! Answer me!" His tone made her gulp,his grip on her arm made her flinch in fear. "Yes" She finally answered looking into his emotionless eyes. Smirking he laughed at her confession,not believing her. "Ezra,do you even know what love is,Oh I almost forgot you are an Orphan,how would you know?" His words were sharp as knife, piercing her healed wounds. She fisted her hands, trying to control her tears. He sighed in frustration running his hand through his hair. "Now mom will not stop till she has made you her daughter in law! Fu**! Why you!" He said ,pacing the room . Oblivion to the tears ,she tried her best to hide. He didn't love her. He never did, she was a fool to even think that he for once did. Hate is all he had for her and those who said hate is the beginning of love,were fools mocking her right now. Gathering the little pride left in her she answers back in a quivering voice. "Yes,I love you. But I don't want anything from you." She says and he stares.Confused at her weird confession. Who says that ? "Nothing you say? Are you playing some brain games girl?" She lowers her eyes and leaves but not before whispering the words that made him feel something after a very long time. "Love is not something to learn ,but to feel Aaron. And I know what I feel. You may name it infatuation and lust,but I proudly call it my selfless love" ....................................................................

À 16 ans, Sierra a déjà connu l'enfer. Élevée par des parents violents et stricts, elle a appris à survivre seule, à encaisser les coups sans jamais plier. Mais le pire arriva une nuit, lorsqu'un mafieux rival s'en prit à elle dans une ruelle sombre, lui volant bien plus que son innocence. Depuis, Sierra n'est plus la même. Agressive, incontrôlable, incapable d'accepter l'aide de qui que ce soit, elle refuse de montrer la moindre faiblesse. Elle hait la mafia, tous les criminels, tous les hommes qui pensent pouvoir dicter sa vie. Mais tout bascule quand elle est kidnappée par Adrian Valera, un chef de mafia impitoyable. Lui aussi est un monstre, mais pas de la même espèce. Plus dangereux, plus froid, plus calculateur... et pourtant, il ne la touche jamais. Sierra veut fuir. Adrian veut la briser. Mais alors que des secrets éclatent, que la vérité sur sa famille et la dette de ses parents se révèle, Sierra comprend qu'elle est plus liée à ce monde qu'elle ne l'avait imaginé. Et qu'Adrian la veut pour une raison bien précise. Entre haine, désir interdit, vengeance et secrets inavouables, Sierra devra choisir entre combattre ses démons ou sombrer avec eux.

Deux mondes qui entrent en collision. Ils n'ont rien en commun. Violet est une jeune infirmière. Elle a une vie simple, elle aime se consacrer aux autres et sa gentillesse se lit sur son visage. Beretta est la main armée des Jones. L'héritier de ce gang. Il est sans pitié, déteste les interactions sociales et ne vit que pour une chose. La vengeance. Ils ne sont pas du même monde. Ils n'auraient jamais dû se rencontrer. Pourtant, ils vont entrer en collision.

Nouveau résumé en cours.. ~ Ariel Aguilera vient d'une famille très aisée, tous connus pour être de grands avocats. Et comme dans chaque famille, il y a des traditions dont elle ne peut se déroger. Dans sa famille, ils ne jurent que par les mariages arrangés. Lorsque son père lui annonce qu'elle est à un stade de sa vie où le mariage à une place importante, elle n'a d'autre choix que d'accepter la situation. Mais quand elle réalise que l'homme qu'elle va épouser n'est autre que le garçon qui lui plaisait étant plus jeune, cela s'annonce bien plus simple qu'elle ne le pensait. Enfin, jusqu'à ce qu'elle comprenne qu'il n'est pas du tout l'homme qu'elle croyait être... | ARIEL AGUILERA ~ ARCHIBALD MONROE | (Commencé le 01/10/2023 - Terminé le 11/10/24)

"Muffins are soft. I'm not soft." "You're soft. For me..." "Sadly, it's true." Marley's mother always treated her like the ugly sister. Her older sister, Delilah, received much more attention than she did. One day though, Marley goes to a party. At this party she meets an alpha. An alpha that turns out to be her mate.

- Tu ne peux pas être faible, ma femme. Tu as maintenant trois maris à satisfaire. Ce soir est le soir où nous te réclamons. Tu ne peux pas laisser un simple mariage te fatiguer, car notre nuit nuptiale réserve des épreuves bien plus exigeantes. » murmura Ezra d'une voix rauque en remettant une mèche de mes cheveux derrière mon oreille. - Oh mon Dieu ! m'écriai-je. - Pas Dieu, bébé. Nous sommes tes démons, grogna Ezra, accélérant ses mouvements. - Dis mon nom, Xanthea, gémit Asher, et une étrange sensation surgit dans mon ventre. - Je ne peux pas... je ne peux plus supporter ça... Puis il toucha un point, et il continua à le toucher encore et encore à chaque coup de rein. Des étincelles traversèrent mon corps comme des éclairs déchirant le ciel orageux, encore et encore, jusqu'à ce que ce soit trop pour être contenu, trop difficile à... Xanthea Plath, enfant illégitime de l'Alpha de la meute de Virgo, était une oméga. Et les omégas n'avaient pas le droit de rêver, pourtant elle n'avait jamais cessé de rêver. Elle voulait devenir médecin, tout comme sa mère, mais la luna de la meute, sa belle-mère, la brisait physiquement et mentalement, prête à tout pour écraser ses rêves. Malgré les abus incessants de sa belle-mère, Xanthea avait trouvé un moyen de résister. Mais un jour, son monde s'effondra juste avant son entrée à la faculté de médecine, lorsqu'elle découvrit qu'elle était offerte en mariage aux terribles triplés alphas, également connus sous le nom de Seigneurs Démons de la meute infernale du monde souterrain. Xanthea avait entendu les histoires horrifiantes sur les nombreux prétendants avant elle, tous ayant connu une fin tragique. Une romance sombre de harem inversé avec un contenu explicite de plus de 18 ans. Le lecteur est invité à faire preuve de discernement.

Allie Henderson was one of the best, she was a brutal fighter, she was a just leader, and she was full of potential. Allie was a lot of things before they destroyed her. Now to say that she doesn't know who she really is would be an understatement. She had to fight for everything she had and that was all she knew but now she is too broken to fight and she doesn't know any other way to live. She can't think past the need to escape the nightmare of abuse that ruined her life. Struggling with her past, not only does she have to face her future but also come to terms with how her life should have been. Eventually she will come face to face with those responsible for her broken and silenced state. Allie might still be struggling with everything and unable to retaliate but her mate is not and he feels that it is their turn to be 'Silenced'. Trigger Warnings: Sexual Assault, Violence, Self-Harm/Suicide, Miscarriage, Sexual Content, Abuse, Blood, Mental illness. ***This rewrite switches to first person and alterations have been made to the plot and people for a smoother and hopefully better version than my original draft. **All rights reserved. No version of my story, characters, plot, settings, or events may be reproduced without my explicit permission.

Sold. Collared. Claimed. Eryn was never meant to be a Breeder. She worked, obeyed, did everything right - until a lie stole her freedom and condemned her to the auction block. Now, she is forced to stand before a crowd of ruthless Beldrathian warriors, waiting to be sold like cattle to the highest bidder. She expects cruelty. A monster. What she doesn't expect is him. Drexar is a warlord, a chieftain of one of the most powerful battle clans in Beldrathia. He has no interest in weak human females. But when Eryn steps onto the stage - head high, eyes blazing with defiance - he makes a choice that will change both their lives forever. He claims her. Bound to a male who is both her captor and protector, Eryn must navigate a world where obedience is law, rebellion is punished, and escape is impossible. But the greatest threat is not the collar around her neck; it is the way Drexar's gaze burns, the way his touch ignites something forbidden. Because in a world where she is nothing but property, wanting him could be her downfall. - [Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content] Cover art belongs to @ Beefamily8

My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.