Anya is Mine. Has been since she was born and was promised to me. Me. Me and Me only! And no one, not even Anya can change that fixated fact. And if anyone tries to take her from me; I'll kill them. And if she ever tries to leave me than I'll kill her. She is MINE, full f*cking stop. Warning: Mature Content

Every inch of Ryan Williams was dark. Annabella could see that. He lived in a dangerous, power hungry world and he was in charge of it all. Annabella on the other hand, grew up in a sheltered, privileged and loving family. She knew nothing about Ryan or what he had been through. One night though, their paths collide and the sweet, kind hearted Annabella finds herself right in the centre of the Kings heart. *Mature Content*

She grew up in a world different from his. While he conquered battles, she read books and studied history. While he led an entire pack of wolves, she drowned in knowledge about the realm they live in. While lives hang in his shoulder, she was taught not to associate with any of his kind. But they knew all too well to know that fate does not work like that, and people who are destined for one another, will meet no matter how big the differences between them are. --

His chest glistened with water droplets dribbling down the glowing bronze skin. Resting, his strong muscular back against the rocks on the lake side, head lulled backwards, onyx eyes closed in utter salvation. "Your spying on me is utterly useless young tulip." Ink eyes opened, resting upon my little frame making me freeze. "What are you thinking? You have got this one chance....run away." He offered his eyes watching my each and every movement like a hawk. "I am a prisoner sire, I have heard stories....tales of how war prisoners are mercilessly butchered if they are caught and I can't afford to die....not yet...I have someone to feed and I will do anything for them." "Anything?" He asked in eerily calm voice. I nodded slowly a lump forming in my throat as my eyes glistened with tears with the scenes of men using my eighteen year body flashed infront of me making me tremble. Water splashed around as he rose to his full height inside the lagoon, his eyes solely focused on me, his feet moving forward, closing our distance altogether. "Azarios" I stiffened, my eyes snapping to his in utter surprise as I heard the name leaving his plump lips. His identity, the name which echoed throughout the dynasty making every living soul shudder. Killer Commander Beast He was the commander of Gladiators. Azarios, the Gladiator of Ambrose. "You will be the bride of mine." "You are my enemy, my contender, the person I hate with everything....every fibre in my soul." she fumed. "Too bad then... you are the person I love with every cell in my body." *No toxic relationship*

Italian Don, Nicoli Bianchi is ruthless. Even his charm, good looks and money fail to hide the beast that lurks within him. His name alone causes men and women to flee; Italy is his empire and he is the sole emperor. That is until she walks in. His betrothed. Her purity, kindness and calm nature are sickening to him. Alessandra is what most would call an angel. Her innocent desire to trespass her way into his (what most would call nonexistent) heart irks him to no end. Their marriage is a war that neither party is willing to lose. The question is: Will the angel succeed in bringing the devil to his knees OR will the devil continue to seduce and destroy? A story of undeniable chemistry, lust, deadly kisses and.... endless pain.

Twenty year old Ivy Naughton isn't a little girl anymore, but no one knows that better than Matteo Rossi. Ivy is young, beautiful, confident and could have any guy she wanted with a snap of her fingers. But there was only one man she wanted, her Godfather.

Alvaro Dominguez. Business tycoon. Known yet feared by all, loved by none. Genevieve Cortes. The town's innocent beauty. Adored by all around her. Genevieve Cortes suddenly turned into Mrs. Alvaro Dominguez, how would life be for the sweet darling?

Queen of his Heart. ~A novella by Nasreen Akther. ___________________________________________________ Description.... He is the King. The leader and present head of every sector of earth whom everybody had to obey, be it werewolves or humans. In the time of chaos, he brought light to the war crazed and protected the earth inhabitants from massacre. Everyone thought of him then as a Savior. The Light. But he turned to be the king of manipulation and darkness. He fed on evil to bring down destruction. Nobody on the whole of the all realms can be as Bloodthirsty and Cruel than him. People's life meant nothing to his Psycho manipulative mind. Until she came. A naive beauty who didn't understand bloodlust. So his crazy blood killings turned into magic to amuse her. To keep her enchanted in the magic woven little world he made for her. She meant everything to him. The very core of his shrouded existence was her. Fate forbid, if he lost her, which he won't ever let happen, the whole world will be crying in the face of his chaos and destruction. Cause he cared for none. Only her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You were warned you fools, The Prophecy of my imergence was revealed by your ancestors. But you all chose to neglect and forget it. So I came back to take my throne.... BUT don't ever and ever forget, That now I have a Queen. And the moment she fidgets in discomfort because of you measly mortals, your whole existence will be veiled with the melting lava of cruel darkness. ~ King Azazel, the strongest ruler in history of Earth. The story is a product wholly based on the imagination of the author. It has no intent to insult or oppose any religion or belief. This is a fictional story made for the sole purpose of reading.

"Then what will I get in return?" Darius closed onto her, his mouth near her ears as his palm held her both hands together stopping the angel from fleeting away like wind, she wanted to run away and he could see the mischievousness in her enchanting eyes. "I-" the girl pondered a bit and before she could form a sentence Darius handed her the ice-cream making her look at him in astonishment. "You? Yes that is all what I want." a small hiccup left the plump lips when she heard her predicament, she was still forming a sentence with that 'I' she did not meant her but.....its not a bad deal. "And you are not a crybaby....you are my pretty little Roe. Mine....do you understand that sweetheart?" Her mouth was gaped open before she gulped nodding frantically as if trying to convey her emotions so he doesn't miss on anything that she wanted to say. "Yes sir." She whispered at last. "Call me daddy." Darius froze when those words left his lips without any filter, he was going to take it back but the dark feral eyes that had carnal possessiveness incited the red haired angel who very slowly whispered. "Yes Daddy"

In the realm of guns, lies, deception and beasts, an angel was born "Damn it!" ---