20 years ago a baby was born. A baby of white hair and bluebell eyes, she was the daughter of two powerful creatures. Creatures called the Lycans. Her mother the honorable female lycan, Della Rosai and her father the fearless Dxton Bosque. However this baby isn't just any lycan she is a female lycan, nothing but the most powerful creature to roam the earth. For the first time in centuries two female lycans existed at the same time. This wasn't great news for some creatures however, for some they saw this as an uprising threat that had to be stopped. Which is exactly what the Mortem hoped to achieve, their goal is to rip this world of powerful creatures that would dare to rise and stop them from creating their ideal world. The lycans unaware of the rising threat on their family; weren't able to stop them from taking the female lycan child. 20 years have pasted since they day, and they have yet to find the child. \|\|\|\|\|\||\\||\|\|\|||||\||||\|\|\|\|\|\|\||\|\ 2nd book of The Female Lycan series Cover made by Cheyyautumn_

I was 18 when my father arranged a marriage with a young multibillionaire man to make peace between our families, I didn't want this. Isaac Miller is a multimillionaire, he owns thousands of companies across the world and I'm just Claudia Richardson; 18 years old, kind, innocent and caring. ~~ This is it, the moment everyone's been waiting for. Everyone but me. "Do you Isaac Stone Miller, take Claudia Rose Richardson to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold in sickness and in health. To love and to care?" The priest asks. "I do," he responds. "Now, do you Claudia Rose Richardson take Isaac Stone Miller to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in health. To love and to care?" So many thoughts are swarming around in my head, I want to shout NO! But I can't, I look out at the crowd. Everyone is looking at me, mother is smiling, father is leaning forward in his seat. The ones you love the most hurt you the most. I will always question why I made this choice, why I said yes, it was my fathers fault. But my own heart stopped as I softly said to the man that I don't and will never love; "Yes." Highest rank: #28 in Romance 6/2/17 *completed *NOT A WEREWOLF BOOK

"Don't touch me!" I screamed, crossing my hands in front of me as a shield. He chuckled darkly. Not bothering to listen to anything I just said and ignoring my actions, he brought his hands to my face. "And tell me, what are you gonna do?" he says as he roughly grabbed my chin. "I...I..." I paused, not knowing what to say. I can't do anything, can I? My silence caused another dark chuckle to leave his lips, However, Silence lingered in the air only for a second for it was soon broken by the shocking words that left his mouth. "Listen to me and listen clear..." he says, grabbing my attention again. "If want to touch you...I can. If I want to bend that ass of yours over and spank it...I can" he paused, tightening his grip on my chin. "and if I want to f**k the sh*t out of you...I can." My eyes went wide at his words. "And you know why?" he asked as he finally lets go of my chin. And with my body now pressed hard to the wall behind me, he tightly wrapped his fingers around my neck. The tension in the air suddenly became hot. Shivers ran down my spine as he abruptly leaned in, bringing his mouth to my earlobe. "Because I f**king own you" . . . Hazel was kidnapped and brought to an auction to be sold to whosoever buys her. Luckily she was bought by Stephan, a Mafia leader, instead of the man that had made her life miserable. She did felt a little better and thought that things couldn't get worst than being sold to a Mafia leader, but she was wrong! She now wants freedom and the only way she is going to get it is by marring A Mafia and baring his child. But with all that's going on, can she handle all of this? Can she handle being mistreated? Can she handle the pain she will be faced with? Is she even strong enough to survive in his world? ⚠️MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ And this book is SLOWER than my other books!!! You've been warned!

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down and my dad could not face the shame so he killed himself leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructress, and an entertainer in order to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He my family's debt so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer and on-call bedwarmer of my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband. Note: This is originally a story written in Filipino but since there have been requests for its English version, I am going to slowly upload an English translation of this story.