kundalini awakening horror

The Alpha King’s hand was raised, ready to give the command. “Please!” I begged. “Please don’t do this! Take me instead! Please, take me instead!” He didn’t seem to hear me. The executioner lifted his broadsword. Scarlet blood flooded the surrounding earth immediately. I roared and screamed, a horrible sound echoing through the air. Cole, with cruel indifference, stepped down from the throne and smirked. “Did you enjoy what you saw, Eva?” he asked. “Did you enjoy seeing their heads roll? Witnessing what happens to filthy traitors?” “You’re a f**king monster,” I growled, “F**k you! I hate you!!! You’d rot-” He interrupted my curses, cupping my face as he laughed maliciously. “Even though you hate me, you belong to me now,” he murmured, his voice both sensual and cruel. “You bear my Mark, Eva. There’s be no escaping. No matter how far you run, I’ll always find you. I’ll always take you.” He pressed his fingers against the side of my neck, the sensation of the bond mark strong and undeniable. Horror and disgust overwhelmed me. He was right. I was his. I was caged. _____________ As Lord Beta’s daughter, Evelyn had led a happy life—until everything fell apart two years ago. After King Theodore’s sudden death, the princes began competing for the throne, and wars erupted. Her family had backed the wrong prince. Her fiancé – the crown prince – fell and perished in the final battle. Her soon-to-be brother-in-law ascended as the Alpha King. And it turned out that the new King sought not only her repentance and redemption, but her flesh, and her soul.

"Just let me hold you for a while, please," he said after setting me back down. This time, he laid me in the middle of the bed before sliding in next to me. "What if this was really me? Not a dream version of Lucy but the real thing?" I asked. He reached his hand across to me, pulling my hair behind my ear before pulling me closer to his body. "Well, in real life, you probably would have slapped me for doing this," he said, making us both laugh. Little did he know. After I witnessed my mom's murder, I fled my pack to search for a freedom I knew may never exist. I dreaded the day I would turn 18 as I never wanted a mate bond after the horror I had lived through. After years of being sold as a slave, I found myself belonging to a new pack once again. And then, I turned 18. I found not just one but two mates along with untapped power that I have no idea how to manage.

It had been five years since I started dating Ross Jenner. His family invited my mother and me to their family home in Fellaton to discuss our wedding plans and to spend Valentine's Day together. It was past 10:00 PM when my mother and I landed, but Ross wasn't there to pick us up because his college junior, Laurel Elledge, had just arrived in Fellaton. He told me to figure out a way to get a cab to the house myself. In a strange place, unfamiliar with the area, it wasn't long before we found ourselves in danger. Just over ten minutes outside the airport, we were robbed. My mother was injured while trying to protect me, and she collapsed, bleeding heavily. Desperate, I held onto her, frantically trying to call Ross. Each call was abruptly cut off, and when I finally reached him, he sounded irritated. "Jennifer, you're an adult, so stop acting like a child. You couldn't even hail a cab on the street? Laurel just got to Fellaton and isn't feeling well. I need to take care of her." Without waiting for a response, he hung up. I tried calling again, only to find that I had been blocked. In the end, my mother's injuries were too severe, and she bled out before the doctors could save her. As I stared at her lifeless body, tears flowed uncontrollably. When I finally checked my phone again, the first thing I saw was a picture Ross had posted on Twitter. In the photo, he was kissing Laurel and holding a bouquet of roses. [Spending Valentine's Day with the one I love most.] I quietly threw the gifts I had brought from home into the trash. Then, I left a comment, which said, [Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness.]

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]

After my husband died in a car accident, I worked tirelessly running a small restaurant to raise my son, Henry. Right before Henry's wedding, I won eight million in the lottery. Thrilled, I decided to sell the restaurant and finally enjoy retirement. So, I called to tell Henry about selling the restaurant, his usually polite fiancée turned hostile. "You're not expecting us to support you, are you? We've barely started working!" She even warned Henry, "If you spend any of our money on your mom, the wedding's off!" Henry argued with her but then reassured me, promising, "You've worked hard enough, Mom. I'll take care of you." Feeling pretty good, I planned to give him two million to start a business. The next day, I got a call saying Henry had been in a serious car accident and urgently needed fifty thousand for surgery. I sent the money immediately, but afterward, Henry vanished. Desperate, I braved a storm to find him in his city, only to walk into a wedding at some fancy hotel. There's Henry, giving a toast and calling another woman "Mom." And, oh, sitting beside her? My "dead" husband from ten years ago.

My fiancé dumped me the moment he found out about my rare blood type. "That condition of yours? Yeah, it'd just drain my wallet." I was spiraling when Vincent showed up—like some knight in shining armor, pulling me out of the wreckage. He didn't care about my blood type. We barely dated before he proposed, and for a while, married life felt perfect. Until a year later, when I overheard him talking to a doctor. "Vincent, you already took 400 milliliters of Sophia's blood last month, and now you want another 200? Are you insane? Even if you love Emma, you can't just drain an innocent woman dry for her!" "A little more won't kill her. Stop overreacting." My head spun. My whole body went cold. That's when it hit me—our perfect marriage had been a lie from the start.

When Carina learns her family have arranged for her to be married and mated to the Alhpas son Lucien Malik of the sliver backs the rival pack she flees into the night after he humiliates her in front of everyone and tells her exactly what he has planned. She takes off to her favourite shifter nightclub where she ends up insulting the owners who turn out to be the mafia Dons of The Rabidfang Nightstalkers, she finds out the truth of who she is when the mafia boys awaken her wolf. they want her but so does Lucien. Lucien is ready to claim what’s owed to him but the Mafia dons will go to war for what is theres. Who will come out victorious and claim Carina

Iris is a 21-year-old independent orphan human girl who runs her late grandfather's antique shop alone. One day when she was cleaning her shop, she stumbled upon a painting which was a gift to her by her grandfather. Accidentally she slips her foot on a rag and falls on the painting. To her horror, instead of falling on the painting, she fell into it. Eros is the king of the were kingdom. Everyone in his kingdom is werewolves. It is a world where a woman should be with a man for protection. Men tend to take single women without any protection for granted and they will take advantage of them. When Iris woke up in a strange world where women wear sarongs and men shift into werewolves when they get angry. When a man tries to touch Iris, she slapped him and kicked him between his legs. She didn't know it is a sin if a woman raise her hand upon a man. So she was arrested and taken to the royal court for punishment. When Eros saw her, he thought she came with ulterior motives. He hates humans since a human killed his father. When he learns that she dosen't have a master, he begins to misunderstand her and treat her badly. She loses her virginity, she is forced to serve as a maid to his fiancee, who tortures Iris. When he learns that she really came from another world, he decides to keep her with him permanently. But she hates him for what he did. But he is already addicted to her. She refuses to become one of his concubines in his harem. Will he marry his fiancee? Can she ever forgive him? Will she ever go back? What happens if she learns that this is her destiny?

Mu Yu, the new forensic doctor, and Qin Jinhuan, the CEO of Qing Tian Group, who always has something under his sleeves, have run into each other by chance. At once, ambiguous rendezvous starts to take place, and rumors spread like wildfire, which leads to a contract marriage between them. In the end, Mu Yu can no longer take it and decides to flee, but to her horror, she ends up getting herself involved in a serial homicide case.As she finds herself getting more entangled in this complicated case, things look like they’re getting deadly. With no one for her to depend on, she has no choice but to go back to Qin Jinhuan and rely on him for his connection and protection.With Qin Jinhuan’s continual attempts at trying to tease and seduce her, will Mu Yu be able to resist the charms of her sexy ‘fake’ husband? With such an attractive yet wicked man constantly around her, will she be able to solve the homicide case in time and catch the serial killer before another victim appears?

After Derrick Moore loses his wife to a suspicious car accident, he decides to remain celibate for the rest of his traumatized life. But that doesn't last when an interviewee, Sheila Reese, a woman whose desire is to have him make love to her, walks through the doors of his office, awakening the feeling he had sent to sleep two years ago. Would he resist the urge to claim or indulge in the irresistible desires?