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He rejected her when she didn't know what he meant to her. He left her when she needed him the most. He left her broken and alone in the claws of this cruel world. But now he’s back to claim what’s his. Will she accept him now? Read story to find out about his REJECTED LOVE…. My mate. So weak. So pathetic. I have a weak and pathetic mate. He thought as he looked at her with disgust and displeasure in his eyes. Just like me, when I was human. She is a human! I don't want a mate. I don't want a weak and pathetic mate! She can't fix me! She's nothing! Screw this! His thoughts were going berserk with the rushing flashes of his past. He tucked his hand roughly through his hair in an unsuccessful attempt to stop the replay of those horrible evocations. He laid her on the small grass patch at the side of the deserted road. She was half-conscious, so she could hear him. "Hey!" He said, jerking her pale face gently. Blood was covering half of her face but she was still looking beautiful in the moonlight. The sparks weren’t going unnoticed as he reminded himself that it was just the mate-bond. He was determined in his decision and he wasn’t going to change it. The girl opened her eyes slightly and with that, he did what he thought was right at that time. "I, Kane Wilson, reject you as my mate!" He said, with all the strength he could have mustered in his miserable state of emotions and with that, he left her there, feeling extreme pain in his heart. But he pushed that pain aside and ran from there at his maximum inhuman speed. Away from her!

Sara better known as princess to her friends, is a Professional contractor for the Army. She realized with the help of some friends she was ready to find love, in the mean time she was an unwilling part in a plot to kill her friends and herself. An op in the past turned somewhat bad through no fault of theirs. Sara finds out that some people can hold a long grudge and one that can go across countries. AS piece by piece things show themselves she has also found a person to trust, she hopes. A member of the team she didn't know liked her. He found her online profile and offers a game to learn about each other. When he is the one who can protect her she learns how to trust him with everything including her heart.

For sweet and innocent Adriana , life was nothing but a walk through the park. That was, until she turned 18. Adriana feared for this day her whole life, but it was finally time to face them as so many women in her family has done in the past. It was the day for her to attend the Revendal, an annual Grand Ceremony which was held for none other than the pure blood, Draven Cruz. Not only was he famous for his good looks but his temper was well-known among the vampires and the humans as well. And now? It was time for him to choose himself a keeper from the ceremony and Adriana silently prays that she wasn't the one. But what happens if he does take a sudden interest in her? Does a human really stand a chance with a vampire?

"Are not you going to spread these pretty legs for me like you did before on our first night?"- his dark eyes spoke as those venomous words fell from his mouth tearing my heart into million pieces, his eyes roaming on my half naked body ditching every shame. I still didn't make any move, only stood there like a statue, clutching my hands on cloths as if my life depend on it and indeed it was, my eyes again and again filled with tears as I blinked them away, he took his steps closer to me, " What are not my little obedient slut?" he again asked , his lucid stare burning my entire being, a smirk making its way onto his lips. His eyes sparkled seeing the uneasiness in my eyes, he loves to witness of my tear, my pain as if it satisfy his inner self, he was a monster in a human form. The chill runs down in her spine, she was feeling her legs are getting weak, he held her jaw roughly with his left hand and pressed himself on her core making her scream in fear, "Ryan..Please..." I try to plead, came it out at whisper, before I can say anything he threw my body on the soft couch bouncing leaving my mind numb, as I heard him spoke "Take off your cloths before I lost my each and every sanity, and believe me if I took lead you will done with your this life." *************** Mature content ahead.

Ang kamangmangan at kahirapan ang naging dahilan upang masadlak si Thalia Alvarez sa isang nakakapanghilakbot na pangyayari. Paano niya ipagtatanggol ang sarili na inosente siya gayung sa nakakatakot na tingin ng isang napakagwapong bilyonaryo na si Maximus Villaroman ay isa siyang kriminal? "Mamamatay kang mabubulok dito. Pero bago mangyari yun, papakinabangan ko muna ang katawan mo." NOTE: THIS BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL AND ABUSIVE CONTENT. THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE AND NOT INTENDED FOR YOUNG, MINOR AND SENSITIVE READERS. PLEASE BE GUIDED.

“My endless love… You know it’s you I want. The only one I’ve ever wanted. I yearn for you. I crave for you. A hunger that is insatiable. A passion that burns hotter than fire. I finally found you. And you’re mine to keep.” Theodoros ‘Theo’ Kralidis hasn't seen his exiled, troublemaking stepsister, Aundrea ‘Dea’ Etheridge, since the night they finally gave in to their forbidden attraction. Learning she's returned to Athens during a business deal too crucial to jeopardize, Theo holds her prisoner on Saint Marie, his private island, until it's over. Dea wants to rectify the past, but being so close to Theo's potent sensuality, she's once again a slave to their destructive desire. One last passionate, forbidden night should have put their affair behind them, but Dea leaves the island with more than scorching-hot memories…

He is arrogant and ruthless, she's humble and poor. He is powerful and Handsome, she's weak, fragile and innocent. There was a twist, she is the kick-ass heroin and he bowed at her feet. Twist and destiny took over....

[R-18] No Rape. On her wedding day, he kidnapped Anna; when she woke up, she discovered herself on an unknown island, in the middle of an ocean. She tried her best to escape from there. But will he let that happen since he finally got her after so long? What will be her reaction after seeing him? Will she fall apart? Anna refused to do that; she tried to stay strong with her hatred for him these years. But will he let her keep hating him, or something going to change between them, but how, since he hid so many secrets from her, can she accept everything when the truth comes to light? What she's going to do when she's bound to know some truth, she never imagined her dream. Follow me on Insta to learn more about my work "tsi-author-official."

(Alternate Title: The Glorious LifeMain Characters: Philip Clarke, Wynn Johnston) “Oh no! If I don’t work harder, I’d have to return to the family house and inherit that monstrous family fortune.” As the heir to an elite wealthy family, Philip Clarke was troubled by this…

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.