Being weak is an act, loving is a sin & losing is forbidden. One decision. One wrong move. Life is a game waiting to be played. ⇒© 2016 IvyKnightWP All Rights Reserved. ⇒© 2019 AmoraNext All Rights Reserved. The full book is also available on Amazon to be purchased as an ebook. The full version has around 600+ pages! ⚠️I recommend reading the new version "Play Me - Revised"! Can be found on my profile.

This is a private chapter to my story Aide Me. It contains the Mature Scene wherein Emaia and Aide spend the night together before the big battle.

In a world where vampires feed from other vampires and males dominate females... there is but one precious thing left in their world which every vampire craves... A Mihr. Dohmenic is the Dralan - the King - of all vampires, and survives purely on clean blood; The blood of a Mihr, a virgin. Without a Dralaq, a Queen, he has to feed from Mihrs to ensure the continuation of his pure blood and the claim to the throne. But the times are dire; Mihrs are becoming rarer and rarer each day, and so the Dralan is slowly fading from bloodthirst. He desperately needs a Mihr to feed. Leyla is a Mihr. She is one of the few that is left in the world ruled by hungry, savage male vampires and she intends to stay that way. In hiding from the frenzied males, she ends up in the one place that should have been her only safe haven in the world; The Dralan's castle. Disguising herself as a Kischmir (a servant), she pretends she is but a mere commoner whose blood is not the purest kind in the kingdom. But when the Dralan nearly dies from cruel thirst, her blood is all that can save him. To be a Mihr means you can't be bedded by a male, otherwise your blood will be tainted. But as things grow heated between the Dralan and Leyla, will Dohmenic be able to keep his hands off her? After all, we always want what we can't have...

They believed she was psychotic, He believed she was different. They saw crazy, He saw innocence. She doesn't know why she belongs here, He knows she belongs to him. " Don't worry babygirl I got you........" *****This was one of my first books on Wattpad so please spare me. I know it isn't high-quality reading as it was very rushed so don't be triggered when we jump from plot to plot.***** WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

"Before I show you who I am, I want you to remember what you're fighting for," Aide replied cautiously and gave them all a piercing stare. "Keep an open mind." "Just tell us, lad," Hanke snarled impatiently and bobbed his sword. "Brace yourselves," Aide said as he slowly reached for his hood. Emaia's heart pounded vigorously in her chest, so loudly, she feared people could hear. This was it. She would finally see the face of her rescuer, the face she had so longed to see. Aide gave them all one last lingering look before he closed his eyes. "Your whole world is about to change." He punctuated his sentence by pulling off his hood. The entire crowd gasped and all readied their weapons, as long silver hair burst free from the cloak and long slender ears appeared. It was impossible, Emaia thought. They had been extinct for decades. But there was no denying it. She looked at the man who had rescued her a few nights ago, and remembered him as charming and valiant. It all made so much sense now-why he could do, what he could do. He was an elf. And not just any elf. - A Northern Elf.

Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #1 - painting, #1 - heartbreaker, #1 - one-sidedlove, #1 - unrequitedlove, #1 - engagement *********************** Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin. "Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word. I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face. "You claim yourself my fiancée?" I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what. "Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---" And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine. *********************** He is my one great love. I've loved and adored him since I laid my eyes on him and to be his wife is my life's absolute dream. But he hates me. He has hated me since the day he first saw me and he makes it sure that breaking my heart and pushing me away will be his greatest achievement. In spite of all the drama, the pain and the heartbreak he caused me, I still insist to be engaged to him --- this cold, aloof, and heartless man. Yes, he is my one great love. But he is my one great challenge as well. Will I be able to create a heart in my heartless heartbreaker? (Cover made by @itsmyaah) Copyright © HervinaMollejon™ 2015-2016 All rights reserved.

Highest ranking : #7 on 6 May 2018 Raghav Malhotra A billionaire owning a chain of companies worldwide. Famous for his ruthless behaviour. Girls drool over him and he's a perfect 26 years old bachelor. But one fault in this oh-so- perfect man is, he hates girls and loves to play with their feelings. A complete womanizer who believes in one night stands and never in true love. Aaradhya Sinha An innocent sweetheart who lives a normal middle class life with a dream to become a renowned business woman. Has a sweet sister and a perfect mother. Never had a boyfriend. Believes in herself and is strong enough to fight for her rights. What happens when The Raghav Malhotra's eyes fall on this innocent yet fierce lady? What happens when he wants to spend a night with her? What happens when she becomes his obsession? And finally what happens when this obsession turns into love? ____________________________ "Oh my sweetheart, I'll make sure you get in my bed" he said leaning dangerously close to me and caging me between his body and the wall. "I will NOT spend even a single moment with you" I said angrily pushing him away and moving far from him But before I could leave his cabin I heard his humourless chuckle. I looked at him to find him smirking at me. "You will yourself come to me." He said "I will not!" I shouted back as I walked away from the cabin. "Welcome to my world Miss Sinha." I heard his final say. God save me from this man.

"Benjie!" Cristiano yelled for his assistant again and Emma whimpered trying to free her wrist. "Mr Lucca," Benjie approached, "What the hell is she? Check for anything stolen. And, get her fu*king locked up. I got no time for this right now!" Cristiano pushed forward Emma who was mortified now. "I am afraid but I can't do that to her, Mr Lucca. That would be inappropriate." "Excuse me!" "She is Mrs Lucca. Your bride from yesterday," The day Cristiano's fiancé bailed out, Emma was made to stand like a prop. A wedding Cristiano would never accept and now she has to play it all. His secretary in front of the world, his mistress in his bed and his wife in front of his family that won't listen to the word, Divorce.

Ara, the only woman left alive after a plague, is searching for a way to save humanity. She thinks there isn't a man she can trust, until she meets Kaden. ***** A plague has swept over the Earth, killing the majority of the population and every female. Except one. Ara witnessed the horror and destruction, but for the last three years she has survived. Now, desperation and hunger force her out of the mountains and onto a dangerous path; across the flooded downtown and through the gangs of survivors is hope. Ara's father spoke of a clue that could save not just her, but humanity. Then she is captured by a group of men. Despite the seeming kindness of Kaden, a young man her own age, Ara doesn't know if she can trust them. Then again, there's no way she can cross the plague-ridden city on her own. Men. Monsters. Is there a difference? This is the story of The Last She. (This book contains all of The Last She Series - Book 1: The Last She, Book 2: The Last City and Book 3: The Last Creation) [[word count: 250,000-300,000 words]]

"Let me go. You can't do this." I hissed and tried to look away. I knew looking at him will only make things worse but I could still feel his breaths brushing my face. My breath hitched when he held my face. "You need to divorce him. Are you even listening to me? You are mine," He leaned in and I pushed his shoulder with all my might. "Shut up," My blood was boiling and my sight started getting blurry as my eyes welled up. "I love my husband. Do you hear me? I love him. You are no one for me!" His jaw got hard and his lips pursed. He looked at me and smiled. "You are only Adam's." He straightened and grazed his thumb over his temple as he was used to. I inhaled before rushing out, wondering how I was supposed to tell my husband that his so good of a boss is Adam Cross. My Adam Cross...And, I got frozen. My?