The Dunehei Chronicles | Book One: A Roseless Thorn
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The great forest of the Elves is decaying, monsters are appearing out of no where, war is on the horizon, power plays are in affect, and the Scales Of Justice are out of balance. In order to bring justice and balance back to the world, Myrra Iyrafiel, a diplomat turned spy, must infiltrate the neighboring human kingdom in order to figure out why a kingdom they have had no quarrels with, has suddenly turned on them.
During her mission, Myrra finds the injustice in the human kingdom to be appalling, and on top of that, she finds an anomaly in the most unlikely place. A Chimera boy, half human half beast, enslaved by the king to kill for the entertainment of nobility. It was not because he was a Chimera, nor because he was a slave, but because Myrra could not read his fate, could not tell in which direction this boy would push the scales, and because of that... He was a danger to the world.
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The Ancients
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My Cruel Blind Alpha
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Broken Submission
"Sh..." he murmured, stroking her hair. She nuzzled her face into his hand, eyes closing in bliss from the simple contact. "You've been a very bad girl, haven't you?" She nodded immediately. His hands stilled, and her eyes popped open. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir," she whispered. A tear slid out of her eye. "Oh sweetheart." He moved forward, wrapping her in his arms. He dropped his face to the top of her head. "We're going to make this right-we're going to make it all better." (This is a bdsm story with real characters and a real plot. Feel free to squirm at hot and heavy scenes, but at its core, this is a story of redemption. Of real people coming together in love and community. *Warning* There are themes of abuse here as well as sexual situations. I will say that the main relationship is not abusive. This story does not glorify abusive relationships or sexualize them. The bdsm elements are entirely SSC (safe, sane, and consensual) RACK, PRICK, etc.)Concluida
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[COMPLETED] As I was beginning to relax, a new terror coursed through my body at his next word, "Strip." "Ex-excuse me?" I blurted out. I wasn't getting undressed in front of him, I barely knew him. He must have been trying to gain something from me and I doubted my fear and embarrassment was what he wanted. Adrenous didn't say anything as he drew his hands up my back and halted at the laces of my dress. I felt him tug at one of the nots and I instantly pulled away and turned to face him, no longer caring that his manhood was out for all to see. Just like that part of him, he too was a dick. "I'm not getting undressed in front of you!" I yelled at him. "Your mine, Alivia," My name passed his lips easily and hearing him say it did things to me which I didn't want to admit. Instead I glared at him, he said I was his as if I was some kind of possession that he could do with as he pleased. He added, "Let me take care of you." I didn't know what he meant by that, all I knew was that I had no intention of doing as he had asked. ✨🌕✨ BOOK ONE OF THE KING SERIES ⚠️ WARNING: this book is mature and should only be read if you are 18+. There are depictions of mature language, violence and sexual behaviour. 𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑠: 'I love your writing. You go into great detail to where I can actually picture what is happening whether it be sexual or action scene. I am taken to a whole other world when reading the story.' - @AngelaHarvey423 'I'm enjoying this story so far. It's very clearly written. You somehow managed to give it a fresh take even though stories like this are so common here. It's very well balanced so far. I look forward to seeing the journey you'll take the story on.' - @thelisa365 'This book is amazing, you write in such detail that I feel like I'm watching a movie. This book is so good. - @Limelight_100Concluida
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Crown of Captivity
Neia has lived her life in silence, a single voice lost in the shadows of servitude. Sold into bondage as a child, she has learned to endure, never daring to hope for more than survival. But when fate places her in the service of Prince Amatosh-the heir to a kingdom she cannot call her own-her world begins to shift. Amatosh is everything Neia is not: free, noble, and destined for greatness. Yet beneath his polished crown and royal duty lies a quiet loneliness, a yearning for something real in a court of masks and expectations. What begins as wary glances and unspoken words slowly grows into something neither of them can deny. Drawn together by chance, bound by secrets, Neia and Amatosh must navigate a love as dangerous as it is intoxicating. For every tender moment stolen in the quiet of night comes with the weight of chains and the risk of ruin. And as their hearts entwine, they will be forced to ask themselves-can love truly blossom between a prince and a slave, or will it shatter beneath the cruel hand of fate? A slow-burn romance of forbidden desire, fragile hope, and the courage it takes to love against all odds. Warning: This story is intended for the ages of 18+. There is NSFW, 'smut', degradation, 'racism', blood, and gore. If any of those topics you are sensitive to, I highly recommend you not to read. Thank you.
"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.
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