being a dom

Raven is the most wanted criminal in the town of Domsville. Her tainted past taught her how to think, fight, kill and hide. The wildness in her blood is unmatched, and with her team of best friends, or partners in crimes, she could potentially end the world. It's too bad that Raven's only desire is a life without running, with someone she can call her lover. That wish may have been granted when her plan took a turn. She was to play the feelings of a man to gather a series of information that can earn her an impossibly large sum of money, then end him. It's a pity that she fell into her own trap. Now, only one question remains: would the man accept a lover with wildness in her veins and hand-caked blood? -- Jean Luc frowned, "You're impossibly stubborn. Just admit the truth." "I can promise that half the population reacts to movies," Raven raised her voice. "You're built like an alien, so it's no surprise that you don't understand and--" Jean Luc rolled his eyes at her seemingly endless rant, then before he gave himself a chance to reconsider, he shut her up. His lips on hers. It did the trick flawlessly.

{Completed}(Previously called Keenan Hiltons Chaos) The room is awfully quiet except for Keenan's laboured breath and my heavily pounding heart. His hands are planted on his hips and his eyes fixated on the ceiling as if he's thinking about all the regretful things he's done in his life. Why does this feel like the beginning of another disastrous road? “What's wrong?” I ask in a panic because I wonder if he's also recollecting the events that happened last night in part like I am and regretting it. “Apparently we did more than get drunk last night,” He lifts the paper certificate from the bar counter and shows it to me, “we got married.”

Tristan was just after his parent’s happiness, that was why he took Contract Marriage as the only option, not until he found Adrianna. Unfortunately is the contracted love contracted? Would a loveless marriage turn to one filled with love? Find out!

After a year on the run, Quinn finds herself in the small town of Beaver Falls, working as a bartender, the only skill she knows. But Beaver Falls isn’t exactly your normal small town, and Quinn is about to learn that she has stumbled onto the only place that can save her from her ex. Not only will it provide her with the protection she needs, but it also holds the key to who she really is, and the man that she is destined to be with.

Ana was like every young she-wolf out there. She couldn’t wait to meet her mate. She didn’t expect the way things would go the day she finally met him or the way he would treat her once they met. Ana’s mate wants nothing to do with her but won’t let her go. Ana feels like a prisoner to her mate. Her mind is torn on what to do. She wishes her mate would love her, but he shows no hope of that happening. She wants to try and build something with him, but he makes things difficult for her. He treats her horribly, and Ana doesn’t know why. Ana wishes he would reject or let her go, but he won’t. She feels like he is determined to make her his prisoner forever. Read and find out how Ana survives being a prisoner to her.

Betrayed. Abandoned. And Avenged with Triumph. When I married Damian Carter, I believed in forever. In loyalty. In love that withstands time, success, and hardship. I was the woman who stood beside him when he was nothing, who helped him build his empire, who sacrificed everything so he could become the man he always wanted to be. And when he finally got there—when he was rich, powerful, untouchable—he threw me away like last night’s mistake. He didn’t just cheat. He rewrote our story, twisting the truth until I was nothing more than a pathetic, useless wife clinging to his fortune. The world believed him. My own family doubted me. I lost everything. But they were all wrong about me. I didn’t break. I didn’t shatter. I rebuilt. With the help of a man who saw me for who I really was, I built my own empire. I exposed Damian’s secrets, stripped away his power, and took back everything they said I never could. And when he came crawling back, whispering apologies, asking for another chance—his voice trembling with regret—I simply smiled. Because I wasn’t that woman anymore. And more than that, I had finally found a man who never needed to lose me to understand my worth.

During a revenge plan gone wrong, Rogue leader, Julian never expected to find his mate, Willow. Julian knows that his little mate is not meant to be in his dark world. Willow is too pure for a life like that and he won't subject her to one. So he ignores his urges and decides to leave her. But danger is lurking in the shadows and his own past may be the reason his mate could die. As Julian battles with conflicting emotions from his heart and his head, Willow deals with her own. Her brother gave his life for her and the guilt eats away at her daily. Not only does she have to deal with that, she also has to come to terms with the fact that her Rogue leader mate doesn't want to be with her. All Willow feels is guilt and devastation. She still thinks that she should be dead instead of her brother. She craves her mate - but he doesn't want her. When the craving for one another finally becomes too hard to ignore, both mate's find themselves navigating a world full of love, new experiences and extreme jeopardy. But the past is catching up to them and it's coming back with deadly agenda. That's the thing about the past, it always comes back to haunt you.

San Francisco royalty, Killian Fobster is an egotistical, manipulative asshole who will rather fuck an octopus on live television than get tied down to a woman. But when his one-night-stand from two months ago shows up in his office with not-so-pleasant news, he has to make certain decisions that may involve going against everything he stands for. With his vicious good looks, skirt-chasing habits, and cold demeanor, he is the last person a sweet girl like Hope Sterling should be involved with, but desperate times call for rather creative measures, and soon after she finds herself trapped in the sham of a fake union that threatens to blossom into something that may change her life forever.

The music made the speakers tremble, the floor vibrated with the rumble of the sound and the jumps of the crazy people. Each one in their own world, dancing together, dancing separately. Enjoying music, company and alcohol. I danced alone, with a drink in hand. Gliding, moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, not paying much attention to anything or anyone around me. Just enjoying that moment of inner peace that I was needing and he was giving it to me. It was a respite, a window that I opened myself in my own cage to let in air and I knew that as soon as I left the club the window would close and I would lock myself back in my world without fresh air. Therefore, he enjoyed everything he could. Alone. With eyes closed. Sweating the bad energy that others left me and breathing the good vibes that I had to give myself. They were approaching me. I drove them away. They invited me. I rejected them. they spoke to me I silenced them. I just wanted to dance and they were going to have to respect that. It was amazing how loud music could be my oxygen tank. It silenced my thoughts, freed me from tensions. There was nothing more relaxing in my life than dancing with my eyes closed and the volume turned up to a thousand. I twirled, I jumped, I wiggled, I hummed, and I sang. The brightly colored lights flickered making it difficult to see, but it was what I liked the most, going blind for an instant, forgetting that I had the ability to see the world, a false, disastrous and difficult world.

I'm diagnosed with late-stage cancer after undergoing a pre-employment medical checkup. My husband says the medication for my condition is expensive. He also says it can only relieve my pain, not treat the cause. I only have a year to live. Upon my husband's pleading, I agree to do an IVF. I endure the pain and put myself through torture to leave him with a child. However, I overhear him saying the child growing inside me isn't mine—it's his and his lover's. He's the one who wants me dead!