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She Who Bears The Wolf's Mark
The deal states that on Carly's 18th birthday, the Evergreen Pack will come knocking on her door to claim what's theirs. Her. And until that day, she bears the mark of the Evergreen Pack on her back, the future Supreme Alpha's mark.
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His by Law
I wasn't ever going to belong to Bodin.
I wasn't his for the taking!
Bodin Charters had been my friend since we were kids. Painfully shy and uncomfortable in crowds.
I was always the outgoing one. Willing to fight and shout for what I wanted.
But Bodin wanted something now.
Me.
I had told him he'd not have me countless times over the years. I was waiting for a man who wrote me sonnets and climbed walls to sneak into my chambers.
Bodin would never do any of that. He didn't have an unpredictable bone in his body...
Until he did.
My father was ill and had been for a long time. I didn't know Bodin, who'd inherited the Charter's fortune and property, had persuaded my father to make me his ward upon his deathbed.
Now my father is gone.
And Bodin is stating I can't be his ward because it'd be improper. I must become his wife.
I won't.
But as his ward, he has law over me. Law where he can make me do things I don't want to do.
And he keeps reminding me, he'll have more sway over me as my husband so I best start learning to obey him.
The devil I will.
Unfortunately, I'm finding Bodin is a far more clever devil then I expected...
Their Desire
People think of me as a rich snobbish bastard but their perspective about me never bothers me because they are all insignificant beings who abhor me not because of my personality but because they want to live my life and unfortunately, they can’t.
Yet she was different, when we met for the first time, she kept with my obnoxious personality and endured my temperament till I came to adore her. And with time that adoration took the shape of love.
But I never dared to tell her about my feelings thinking that my declaration might damage our friendship. Still, I hated the thought of any other guy approaching her, so I used all my means to keep them away from her.
But then she left me, making my heart yearn for her presence.
After a long time when I had learned to live without her, she came back into my life.
She was in pain and I could see it in her eyes, and I was afraid that she would leave me again if I confess.
But all changed when I saw her with my best friend. He had pulled her into a tight hug, patting her back reassuringly while kissing her forehead repeatedly.
That day something changed in me, and I realized that she doesn’t deserve my love.
Hence, I started to loathe her, torturing her in every possible way.
But still, somewhere in my heart, I desired her.
Note: It's a slow-burn story so things will progress steadily.
I'm A Demon's Pet
The world has literally turned into hell, taken over by non-other than demons themselves. The angels won't help so, we are left at the hands of this diabolical creatures. Over the last century they had come to an agreement that all demons where to become nobles and high respected individuals, stripping any person with a high wealth status to a commoner like the rest of us. Since we no longer have a government, Satan the devil himself, rules us as a whole, will his hench demons scatter throughout the world claiming different lands, and ruling those themselves. The demons roam the city and control every aspect of our lives. So much so if you make the simplest mistake your as good as dead. No questions asked. Not only that, but the demons created a strict caste system that everyone has to follow, even the demons. But as you may have guessed, Humans are on the low of low. Our system works in three choices: Slave, Maid, or Pet. It doesn't matter if your male or female, one will be your fate sooner rather than later. I was born into this world. A world where Demons roam the land and Angels are cowards. My name is Belle Storm And I am a Pet.
The Pack's Girl
The Barbarian's Pleasure
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.
An Unwilling Mate
【Samantha】
Jaecar, the fiercest of the Border Guard, has always been kind to me. Indulging me despite what I thought was his lack of sexual interest. That all changed the day he told me he'd have me as his mate.
I said no. Spurring Jaecar to go from the sweet boy next door to the hungry wolf with his eyes on me.
【Jaecar】
She was mine. She'd always been mine.
She just didn't know it yet.
I courted her, I was kind to her, all with my end goal in mind. Possessing her. She thinks she can run from me. But I know everywhere she'd go. I know everywhere she'd hide. Because I know everything about Samantha.
The Mating Moon is rising. And she will be my mate. Willing or not.
Sweet Silence
Sage is a villain. Not by choice. It just sort of turned out that way, but hey, he's not complaining. Being bad is pretty cool, actually. And while by most people's standards his superpower is pretty lame - muting sound, of all things - he's found it pretty useful when robbing the rich.
Most heroes ignore him. Except one. Lich, the necromancer. Sage didn't know how talking to the dead was considered heroic, but whatever. That's not the problem. The problem is that Lich apparently has a homing beacon locked on Sage specifically, and he keeps getting in Sage's way, despite most heroes not bothering to deal with the small-time villain committing petty theft.
It was annoying, but fine. Sage wasn't all that active in the villainy community anymore anyway. He had just turned thirty, and quite frankly, he was done with this shit. But still, he wanted to go out with a bang, so he planned his final heist: robbing the most powerful man in the city, the governor.
Except, when Sage broke into the governor's house all he found was the governor - dead as a doornail. What's worse is that for the first time in Sage's life, he was no longer invisible. He was found standing over the body, murder weapon in hand.
Now, the entire city of Fairview wants Sage dead, and the only person on earth who can clear his name is his very own necromancer nemesis. For how much they fight, Lich is surprisingly on board with helping Sage...
And so, the two embark on a quest to discover the real killer and clear Sage's name, but the trail leads them to discover some of Fairview's most well-kept and dangerous secrets...
Unbuttoned
Twenty-eight-year-old Wren has been sheltered his whole life. He was homeschooled, and only allowed to socialize with similarly repressed omegas who at the very least, had watched porn by their age. Wren, not so much. Once he finished school and went on into adulthood, you’d think that Wren would have gone crazy trying to experience all the things he’d been denied as a teenager, right? Far from it. Though Wren had moved to a new city for his job and gained new friends who had certainly dabbled in hedonism, Wren had little inclination to join them.
Wren was content with celibacy. He was content with working nine to five, eating lunch with his coworkers, and then going home at the end of the day to binge watch tv shows and try out the new recipes he found online. His life was a boat on still waters, slowly drifting to an expected destination. Steady. Unchanging.
There’s a storm, though, hanging on the fringes of Wren’s life by the name of Vincent. He’s a complete nuisance, with his ridiculous V-neck shirts that show way too much skin, his captivatingly evil grin, and his scent like a minty forest breeze. Wren doesn’t like him at all, and he’s really annoyed that Vincent is apparently the only taxi driver available in the whole city after seven p.m.
And if the fact that the scent of Vincent’s oncoming rut triggered Wren’s heat meant anything significant, like their compatibility, Wren was going to happily ignore it. And if, right before Wren’s next heat, he stole Vincent’s scarf from the backseat of the taxi, then Wren was going to blame it all on the omega heat-brain instincts.
Except, unbeknownst to Wren, there was apparently a ‘stealing an alpha’s clothes to sex’ pipeline that he wasn’t aware of.
Before long, Wren is sucked up into the whirlpool known as Vincent, desperately trying to claw his way out before he drowns. But as it turns out, the whirlpool is just as desperate to drag him down as Wren is to escape.