marcus deadly class

Raised in a quiet village, she grew up as an ordinary girl, or so everyone thought. Switched at birth with the wealthy family’s true daughter, she was only reclaimed by her birth parents at eighteen, a stranger in the opulent world she was born into. Rumors paint her as the “evil sister,” and few know her true talents, she’s a hidden protégé of a renowned jewelry designer, a masterful street racer, and a girl with a photographic memory who tops the class she started at the bottom. Then she’s handed over as the substitute bride to the wheelchair bound heir of the wealthiest family, whose own arranged fiancée, the girl who took her place at birth, refused him. He sees her as a pawn in their families' game. But on their wedding night, her quick wit and unexpected spark shatter his expectations when she teases, “Keep me happy, or I’ll let everyone know your legs are just fine.” Intrigued and captivated, he’s soon swept up in her unpredictable world of secrets, talents, and a charm that’s anything but tame. What begins as a marriage of convenience turns into a whirlwind romance as he discovers his "accident bride" may just be the love he never knew he needed.

I, Liya Anderson, was the pampered Alpha female heir before. But everything was shattered by an invasion! My mother turned out to be the second chance for the bastard who destroyed my pack, and we were captured. Since then, my mother changed, no longer caring for me, allowing me to be abused by the triplet stepbrothers. Soon, I thought I had lucked out by encountering a savior. Naively, I believed he would take me away from this hell. But it seems that three won't let me go... *** “You don't seem to understand it, do you?” The irritated edge to Hunter tone brought more tears to my eyes. Gunter stepped closer, leaving no distance between us as he gazed at me with darkened eyes glowing with undiluted fury, “haven't we told you before?” My heart stopped for a second when Ryder’s hand wrapped my neck, lifting me from the floor a little bit. “Let me clarify it again, Liya. You belong to no one else but us. You're ours to look at, ours to touch and most definitely ours to fuck! This is your FUCKING fate! Accept it!” His deadly tone had a hint of mischief. Yeah, I should have known earlier. This is my miserable fate...

"Dont- DON'T TOUCH ME!" His frantic voice rang out through the store. Why now? Why did his heat have to come NOW?! Rayan Neel is a mistake of nature, a male omega. Omegas make up less than 5% of the world's population, and only about 1% of them are born male. Omegas in general are looked down upon as the lowest social class, and have only recently, as far as political timelines go, been given rights as citizens. The collar he wears both labels him and keeps him safe, but it doesn't make life easier. He doesn't need any help. He's perfectly capable of supporting himself, in spite of what he is. Sure, there's not much room for luxuries, but it's an okay life. No time for romance. Well, maybe just a little...

This is the fourth book to the Bloodstone series. It can be read as a standalone, but it will have cross-over characters from the series. The dark realm is heavily guarded for a reason. Nothing good lurks beyond the border. Nothing good ever happens in a world full of darkness and evil intentions. But sometimes, you have to tempt fate to save your soul. Nesrin should know by now that tempting fate only leads to sorrow, poor decisions, and potentially deadly situations. But sometimes, the need to save someone else from their own fate clouds your judgement. What will Nesrin do when she goes too far down the rabbit hole? What will happen when she is on the brink of death, and the only thing that can save her is losing a piece of her own soul too? The clock is ticking, and the creatures lurking in the shadows can't help themselves when the chance to taste royal blood is on the line.

Enamored with her professor, freshman college student Alex, couldn't deny the shift in the air when she finally saw the renowned professor Zane Orion in the flesh. This illicit attraction had a history, as she was already familiar with his literary works, him being the object of her fantasies and before being accepted into NYU. Secretly, she had chosen NYU over her hometown of Boston, leaving behind her family and all that was familiar, just to attend his class in New York. Fifteen years, her senior, Zane, was a divorced father and also her professor and mentor. Despite the college's strict rules against student-teacher relationships, their forbidden connection could not be ignored, not in his class and when they were alone in a room. His dark, piercing gaze would make her heart race and her legs tremble, drenched and desperate for his touch, his mouth on her, to teach her more than just in class. Oh. There's something about Alex that snap something within professor Zane, the way his body reacts furiously at the sight of her, his possessive and feral nature about to be exposed, the moment Alex had walked into his class, Professor Zane knew she's going to be more than just his student, he would break down her already well crafted wall the moment he finds himself buried deeply in between her legs.

“I don’t love you dammit. Why don’t you understand I was just faking it to take my revenge!” His hands drop from her. Moving back. Gone those loving tender eyes. “Fine if this is what you choose. No one will stop you from leaving but before that...you will have to grant me one last wish.Your last punishment. Which will make everything even." He speak gulping the throat burning liquid. To see her look at him over her shoulder.To spits the words impatiently. " Speak. What's it!" Moving closer to her from behind. He moves aside her hair from her neck. To stare at his mark on her. Speaking in a cold deadly voice. " I want to fuc* you one last time my little wife." " Fine. " She speaks unaffected. Successful in breaking his heart but no way in hell will he let her get away from him this easily. She will beg for him. And he will make sure that she never gets him. Sniffing her perfume scent. By placing his chin on her shoulder. He whisper in her ear in a voice that sent chills down her spine. " On your knees.NOW!" And that’s  when she drops down. Without resisting. Letting him take his revenge. Which she knew she deserved in every sense. ....... She was just his Beta. Someone he trusts.Someone he can rely on. Until one day she leaves him. Making him realise how much he needs her. Years passed . He moved on. He now has a fiance. But what happens when his Beta comes back. And he feels more than just attraction for her. Will he fulfill his Kings positions honour or will he loose his heart to her? Come find out in ' The Beta girl'

The night Emily Silver’s father, the Alpha of Silverstone pack sets off on a wild mission with his Beta and Omega was the beginning of her woes. The night which had started as a farewell party soon turned a mourning at midnight when news came that her father and his subordinates had been attacked by a large group of wild bears, killing her father in the process. Her father’s Beta, Marcus then planned a coup to dethrone Emily’s mother, the Luna who was beheaded alongside every soldier who stood against him. Emily who was 17 at the time and seen as too weak to be a threat to them was forcefully sold into slavery. She got auctioned like a piece of antique and was sold to the highest bidder who happens to be the young and ruthless Alpha Alexander Lucius II, who was in fact, Emily’s mate! With revenge on both of their hearts, they start a wild journey of hate, betrayal, secrets, and above all love.

Once in a while, in the middle of life, love gives us a fairytale.And some fairytale love stories are completely unexpected and thus more memorable.No one expected the class president and the leader of Trouble Triggers to even talk about anything but notes and pencils. But then fate's a bitch and loves to meddle!Their life changes drastically when the good girl- Joanna Williams has to tutor the bad boy- Bryan Cooper.Along with the tutoring comes constant fun, too much bickering, lame jokes, scary sarcasm, idiotic friends, too many unknown emotions, jungles in tummy, bucket lists, unheard secrets and haunting pasts.Maybe some fairytales don't have a happy ending... or do they?

Jane William is finally free of her bullied high school life and living on her own while she attends college. Finally free of her prison, she thinks her troubles are over, until her high school bully shows up and crashes her chances of enjoying her college years. Alex Davis realizes as soon as he steps foot into his first college class that his mate is in the room. However, it blindsides him when he sees Jane, the one girl he loathed in high school, sitting there with a rebellious snarl on her face. Not only did he hate her growing up, but she's also human and doesn't know anything about supernaturals. Knowing he has no choice but to pursue his mate, he finds it harder than ever to break down that wall he built when he bullied her years before. When lycans begin to terrorize the neighboring packs and the college campus, Alex finds himself doing whatever it takes to protect his mate. However, Jane hates the sight of him, and even if she feels an invisible pull, she pushes him away until she breaks. She never realized that Alex held so many secrets, and when they come to light, her entire existence flips upside down, and she's bombarded with a truth she never knew was real.

To encourage overall development, the kindergarten had asked each student to create a hand-drawn poster. My daughter Holly refused my help and insisted on doing it all on her own. Little did I know, most of the other children had their parents do the artwork for them. In comparison, Holly's delicate strokes were quickly dismissed. Not only was her work discarded into the trash, but her teacher also called her out in the parent group, criticizing her for being careless with the assignment. As I racked my brain trying to figure out how to help Holly regain her confidence in drawing, I was surprised to see Holly's artwork among the winning entries in the state-level children's art competition. But the signature wasn't hers—it belonged to another student from her class.