*Book one in the Hell's Company series*
Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven,
But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness.
After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him.
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Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish
Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness.
A gift made for Lucifer.
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He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name."
I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered.
His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core.
"What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth.
"Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name.
"No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey.
"Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us.
"And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone.
"Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine."
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*Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*
Mated To The Werewolf King (Completed, Kings Series, Book 1)
9 parts Complete
9 parts
Complete
Only sample chps. Annabelle finds out that she is not the real daughter of the Alpha at her werewolf pack. As the world she knows comes collapsing down, she has to hide from the Demon Lord who is determined to find her. Will the Werewolf King yield to the Demon Lord's ultimatum and give her to the enemy or will she be the cause of a looming war between the two species? More importantly, who is Belle and what does the Demon Lord want with her?
Belle's meeting with the Werewolf King does not go very well, she finds him to be an arrogant bastard! Worse still, he wants nothing to do with her.
"Why do I feel you're my mate? What have you done to me? "bellowed the King.
"How do you know I am not your mate?" I asked, growling in frustration. I did not want to be his mate any more than he wanted me to be his, but his cocky attitude was getting to me.
"Because you are not even a werewolf," he grunted, his black irises shimmering dangerously.
"You're a liar," I screamed not caring that I was talking to the most lethal creature in the world.
He roared in laughter, the sound of which irritated the hell out of me. Aargh! How I wanted to rip his heart out even as I wanted to glue my body to his and stay there forever, basking in his scent. I was so mad that I wanted to show him how wrong he was. Soon, he would be sorry, he would kneel and beg for my forgiveness. The mental image of him on his knees made my lips twitch with amusement. I started phasing out to my wolf form, and when I stood in all my glory, I prowled and preened to show off my beautiful fur.
He laughed even harder.
I simply wanted to kill him. Yes, my wolf was small, but it existed. Why the hell wasn't he on his knees then?
"As I said, you're not a werewolf," he repeated.
Huh, what did he mean by that?