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I don't believe in fairytale. I don't believe in happy endings too. To me, anything that involves freedom is a myth. Love is a strange word, something I sought for ages but only got slapped back in the end by the strong fume of hatred that surrounded me. The only thing that can end this pain is death, mine or my abuser's. And either way, I was prepared. ~Ellen Oliver ~ *** His hand roamed my body possessively, his gaze penetrating me with lust and hunger, his finger finding its way to my core. His voice, gruffly and nasal, filled my ear with a disturbing hunger. "You are mine. Mine alone. Mine to touch, mine to keep, mine to fuck. All of you, Omega. I own all of your goddamn body. You are my pleasure toy..." *** Rejected by her mate and forsaken by her pack, Ellen Oliver endured massive humiliations and tortures because she was believed to be a cursed wolf, and like an icing on the cake of her misery, she happened to be an Omega too. The hell, she was the weakest Omega. After losing her mother due to a forced labour to produce her, Ellen was hated by even her Beta father whom one would have expected to naturally love her. She felt life couldn't get any worse for her, as her survival depended on how well she pleases and entertained her tormentors. But there was a revival.. a revival she never expected nor believed and it came with a change that had her tormentors on their knees, at her feet. ..

I'd been lonely lately. Having accrued enough wealth to no longer need to go on the raids I was well off. Now I just needed a little slave girl to warm my bed. I'd considered a docile thing with a warm spot for me. But instead, I was intrigued by the spitfire commanding she'd not be touched. I saw her body and thought her too tiny but when I touched her, I wanted her. And what I want. I get. Afterall, I'm a wolf at heart. And a full moon is coming. She'll learn the way of things. One way or another.

Bianca needs a refuge. She ends at a weird place… the « Crossroads café » well named as it stands in the middle of nowhere and manage to get a job there. Little did she knows that the Crossroads café is the place in between packs… the only space where différents groups of werewolves can stop to take a break.

My husband was in the late stages of liver cancer. Afraid of dragging me down, he committed suicide by jumping into the river. I couldn’t swim, but I dove in after him without hesitation. To give him the will to live on, I told him about winning the lottery. He pretended to struggle but took the chance to shove me underwater, drowning me. Before I could rest in peace, he ran off abroad with his first love using my money. Only then did I realize that he had planned to fake his death all along just to get rid of me! When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he jumped into the river. You wanted to die, huh? Well, let me help you with that!

Billinaire, playboy, and a supreme poker, Erebus had a perfect life at hand, but his trouble never stops, because the fancy life was just a cover of his true identity -- the Alpha of the City's underground Werewolf kingdom. Knowing full well that Perses -- once his friend, his brother and his beta wanted his life, Erebus went right into another of Perses's death traps, only to came out with a bigger trouble: he mated a little witch.

(Standalone sequel of Nanny and the Alpha Daddy) Ella Morgan tried to earn an independent life in this dangerous city without her wealthy Alpha family's help. However, as a rookie lawyer, she was treated as no more than an errand runner. She wanted to meet her mate one day, but she didn't expect her mate would be someone who came from the biggest mafia family in the city... “Are you an Omega or a Beta?” he asked abruptly. I frowned, taken aback. “Why isn’t Alpha an option?” He pointed to the tear in my sleeve, to the plainness of my clothing. “Even if you were, I could tell what you truly are.” “And what would that be?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. He scoffed. “A peasant, clearly.”It was a fragrance I knew… I knew it all too well, in fact. It can’t be, I thought to myself, swallowing as I slowly turned back to face the figure standing by the window. “Miss…” He turned, and the light from the room illuminated his features. As soon as he saw me, his eyes widened in recognition, his posture straightened, and his voice trembled just slightly as he continued. “... Miss Morgan. Good evening.”

"You want to know what secrets I am hiding?" Dacre asked and I swallowed nervously. I nodded my head. "Well then you should submit to me," He said as his eyes darkened. "Submit?" I asked in confusion. "I will let you in on my secrets, and in exchange, you give me yourself. You are going to be mine...just mine." For every wound the world would inflict on Dacre, I would gladly let the blue eyed boy ravish me whole. Every. Single. Time. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dacre Caldwell has been given a mission to complete that he wants to see through to stake a claim on the alpha title. Love is the last thing on his mind. But when he stumbles upon a brown-haired girl, everything turns upside down. Clarissa Emerson has never liked boys. She thinks their heads are filled with bricks. But she finds herself increasingly attracted to the blue-eyed boy who has vowed to unravel secrets-not only of himself but of her body and soul.

The police placed Martina in the path of Italy's most sought drug dealer. She confronted him in a pub and tampered with one of his operations to get his attention. She finally got his attention but was at the cost of her own life and that of her sister. She was compelled to sign a contract that stated that, she had to devote the rest of her life to Roberto Galante, the drug lord.

Tara a woman full of dreams for her family, applied as a personal assistant of Peter. Peter, a notorious playboy, keeps on changing women just like how he changes his clothes. Wore it for a couple of hours then dump it after but when he saw Tara he knows trouble ate him up. A hot woman is his assistant! He couldn’t keep his eyes off on her as well as can’t think clearly when he was with her. Thinking of ways how to pleasure the lady and how she tastes like. But can Peter get the woman’s attention when Tara already has a boyfriend? Will Tara be one of Peter’s playmates? Or Tara will change Peter for the better?

"Marriage was never on Ariana's mind. Living a lifetime with a man, living in a dream house, having children who look like him, and a partner - these were all beautiful daydreams that other girls might entertain, but not her. Ariana decided to live a single life and enjoy the rest of her days alone. However, what if she was forced to step into the shoes of her twin sister, who disappeared right before the wedding, and marry a man she doesn't know? Although some people might consider her lucky to be married to a young billionaire who owns an international venture company, Ariana doesn't feel that way. So, will her marriage go according to plan because people are pressuring her? Or would the results be different?"