Bane Lawson : A fiercely independent and legendary mercenary in a fractured magical world. Standing nearly seven feet tall, heavily scarred, and covered from head to toe in intricate tattoos, he is a man of few words who actively avoids the company of others. Beneath his rough, imposing exterior lies a brilliant talent for crafting weapons and building, along with a hidden, unwavering instinct to protect what is his. Dawn Celestia : A lost angel on the run, completely unaware of the true depth of her dormant healing powers. Small, innocent, and sheltered, she has spent her entire life fleeing in terror. With striking blue eyes, fair skin, and beautiful white wings. Her lonely past has left her craving safety, warmth, and someone she can truly depend on Fallen into Fate Ever since the powerful angel race was defeated by rebel creatures and forces determined to overthrow the balance of good and evil, heaven has been in ruins, leaving the surviving angels scattered and hunted. In this broken world, survival means trusting no one. For Bane, a wealthy and ruthless tracker, life is simple: take the contract, collect the bounty, and stay isolated in his remote forest cottage. But his quiet existence is shattered the night a terrified, wing-bound girl bangs on his door, fleeing dangerous forces. After protecting her from the immediate threat, an unexplainable pull forces his deep protectiveness to the surface. Though he is big, rough, and entirely unused to gentleness, he finds himself lowering his guard to heal her wounded wings and offer her shelter. For the first time in her life, Dawn feels entirely safe, quickly growing attached to her giant protector. But staying hidden in a world this dangerous is no easy task. When he discovers the agonizing truth of what she endured before finding him, his protective instincts turn into an unforgiving fury. To keep his angel safe, this solitary hunter will have to face down an empire-even if it means burning down everything in

TRIGGER WARNINGS : Cnc, violence, explicit sexual content, territorial behavior, possessive male lead, rough sexual themes, dirty talk, substance abuse, there are scenes of r*pe and degradation. Please read at your own risk. ENJOY! Roman Creed spends his nights drenched in blood, sweat, and violence on the ice as Blackcrest University's golden hockey captain - feared by opponents, worshipped by everyone else. Loriana Waters spends hers cleaning up injuries for the team as the new sports rehab assistant, trying to ignore the arrogant players who treat the world like it belongs to them. Especially Roman. But hatred turns dangerous fast when every fight between them feels charged with something darker. The kind of tension that lingers in crowded locker rooms, heated stares across campus bars, and rough hands that stay a second too long. Roman wants control. Loriana refuses to give it to him. And somewhere between obsession and desire, they start destroying each other in the most intoxicating way possible. Roman Creed I've spent my whole life taking what I want. Wins. Respect. Control. Then Loriana Waters walks into my arena looking at me like I'm something to survive instead of worship. She fights me at every turn - and it only makes me want her more. Loriana Waters Roman Creed is brutal in every sense of the word. On the ice, in my head, every time he gets too close. He's possessive, infuriating, impossible to ignore... and I'm starting to realize the worst thing I could do is want him back.

Over one hundred years ago, the supernatural came out of hiding. A Great War ensued, causing the human race to fall to the bottom of the food chain and werewolves to come out on top. They hunted humankind for fun, their savage beasts creating fear among the lesser species, so the humans retreated into hiding. To keep the peace with humans, their ancestors developed a treaty; they would not kill mercilessly and in return, every year, all humans of chosen age were to take part in an annual hunt. Those captured did not return, falling victim to the beasts. Ailia Thorne lived in an old, secret village, far away in the mountains and well hidden from the beasts and their yearly hunt. Living under the radar, her village has been safe for sixty years. She thought she was safe, until one day, the wolves ventured a little more north than normal. 🌟 Book One of the Pursuit Series 🌟 SAMPLE ONLY **** **this is a werewolf book** Check the tags 18++ trigger warnings detailed in first part #1 dystopian #1 enemiestolovers #12 werewolf #1 humanmate #5 alpha ❤️1,000,000 reads 31/12/23

"Why, Alpha?" he had sat down right next to her when he arrived, and now she leaned closer to him so that their lips were only inches apart. He could smell the sweet scent of strawberries and cream that drove him out of his mind whenever she was near. "Why can't someone else have me. To marry. To fuck. To have a dozen babies with. If you've decided you don't want me. Why does it matter what happens to me?" She bit her lower lip slightly as she stared into his eyes. Silas was about to say something, he really believed that he was, but instead he brought his mouth crashing down against her plump, willing red lips, his tongue desperately seeking entrance to her mouth, while one hand tangled in her thick, dark hair and the other gripped her waist tightly. Giving Dahlia up, even for some imagined good, was entirely hopeless. He had spent a week pretending like he didn't need her and now that the illusion was gone and he knew he couldn't wait another moment to have her. "Dahlia, I want to fuck you right here. I need to feel every inch of you and I can't wait another moment." The warm hum of his skin against hers, which felt like pure electricity on his end, was heightened ten fold as they both gave in entirely to the bond. She lay back on her cloak, her legs parting, as she pulled him down on top of her, still fully clothed. She could feel his huge cock through his breeches and she remembered how enormous and thick it had been when she'd caught a glimpse of it before he had shifted into his wolf that night. Just the thought of him pushing his way inside her tight, virgin pussy made her throb with desire. ------ ⚠️THIS STORY HAS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE CONTENT. IT IS NOT ADVISED FOR THOSE YOUNGER THAN 18⚠️

For three hundred years, the ancient promise between angels and vampires kept the world at peace. A sacred oath was sworn: no vampire would ever harm an angel again. But when angels begin disappearing one by one, fear spreads through the heavenly kingdom of Elaria. Whispers of betrayal grow louder, and war threatens to rise once more. Princess Seraphina - kind-hearted, innocent, and loved by everyone - refuses to believe darkness is always evil. While the kingdom trembles in fear, she finds herself drawn toward the mystery hidden beyond the borders of her world. On the other side stands King Lucas Draven, the cold and feared ruler of the Vampire Kingdom. Ruthless. Heartless. Untouchable. A king surrounded by shadows and secrets. As the ancient promise begins to crack, fate pulls the angel princess and the vampire king toward each other. But hidden enemies are already moving in the dark, determined to destroy both kingdoms forever. A promise made in the past. A war waiting to begin. And a love that could either save the world... or ruin it completely.

Khloé Amas is eighteen, untouched, and the only daughter of Italy's Prime Minister, Giovanni Pereti Amas. Her Middle Eastern genes - inherited through her father's lineage - have blessed her with luminous olive skin that glows like sun-warmed honey, deep sultry dark eyes framed by impossibly long lashes, full lips made for sin, and long, glossy black waves that cascade down her back. She is an olive-skinned goddess walking among mortals, a vision of exotic innocence that could topple kingdoms. Andrea Verona is forty-seven, married, father of four, and the cold-blooded mafia billionaire who rules Italy's ports. Guns and cocaine move through his docks like blood through veins - and no one dares challenge him. Until now. When Prime Minister Giovanni Pereti Amas vows to seize control of the ports and crush Verona's empire, Andrea delivers the perfect, merciless counterstrike: he kidnaps the one thing his enemy cannot live without - his beautiful, virgin daughter. What begins as ruthless revenge spirals into dangerous obsession. Andrea cannot look away from her glowing olive skin. Cannot stop imagining those full lips parted in surrender. In the dead of night, while his wife sleeps beside him, he strokes his thick cock to filthy fantasies of claiming Khloé's untouched body. When he fucks his wife, it's Khloé's name he bites back, her face he sees beneath him.