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The Alpha King's Hated Slave
Romance Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana...
Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone.
Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more.
After his coronation, he attacked Salem.
The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery.
The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves.
They lost everything, including their land.
Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage.
The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge.
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Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery.
They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too.
It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything.
As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone.
As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time.
He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck.
Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile.
"You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly.
Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face.
. That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
Werewolf They don't know I'm a girl.
They all look at me and see a boy. A prince.
Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires.
And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too.
The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance.
How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom?
I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy.
But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince."
How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy?
And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave?
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AUTHOR'S NOTE.
This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+
Expect triggers, expect hardcore.
If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in!
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From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave." Mate To The Alpha Predator.
Werewolf WARNING! This book contains strong matured contents which includes sex(lots of it), trauma, abuse, abuse of a minor e.t.c.
Read at your risk.
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"Do you know what smells better than fear?" His voice was a replica of the male. Deep, dark, and dangerous.
"What...?" She squeaked, terrified. He was standing so close to her...
"Lùst. Desire." He spat the words like they tasted bad, his eyes cold, his face inscrutable. "The scent of your wetness is driving me insane. I can practically taste your hunger for my cóck."
Then, he shocked them both—hell, even the poor equipment in her bathroom.
With a savage growl, his head lowered completely and his mouth crashed down to hers.
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There are rumors...
Whispers around in secret.
Murmurs in pitch darkness. Of the most powerful 'man' in Naturiah.
The most fearsome creature. The fiercest predator Naturiah ever has. A man who is the 'impossible'.
Rumors has it that his powers and strength not only surpass that of all 'men' but there's are nothing compared to his.
Powerful. Fearless. Highly Séxual. Instinctive. Dominant. Predators.
He is their Alpha.
Most species has an Alpha, but this 'man' is the Alpha of all Alphas. The ultimate Alpha.
The Alpha King.
They think him God.
He is respected like one.
He is feared like one.
They call him God.
Because, he is a crossbreed between the two most powerful creatures.
He has the strength of a mountain lion and the power of a werewolf.
He can take the form of a mountain lion or a werewolf. Or a man.
Why?
Because, he is a werewolf AND a mountain lion.
His name is Wolfariane Daminor Throne.
The Alpha King of Naturiah.
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. To Seduce A Cold, Heartless Huntress
Romance She came in through the window like an angel of the night, so incredibly beautiful––her eyes bright with pure hatred, and her dagger pointing straight at him.
Kracus asked, "Who are you? Who sent you!?"
Ever so calmly, she responded, "I'm the last face you'll ever see. Tonight, I'll take your life in the most graphic way you could ever imagine." Then, she threw the dagger straight at him.
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Tessera Rinderson is popularly known as 'The Torturer' in the underworld, due to her unmatched skill in inflicting unimaginable pain and torture to her quarries.
Just her name alone strikes fear into the hearts of the most merciless crime lords, for all her targets end up dead-some in methods more gruesome, more graphic than one could fathom.
She answers to no one, serves no master-a woman with a heart carved out of stone. Humor eludes her; she never learned how to smile.
Some argue she possesses no soul; her brown eyes, cold and devoid of life.
She marked a new prey, and his name is Kracusian Kingston. A multimillionaire who commands a chain of hotels, and for personal reasons, he has become a special target for her. She harbors an intense hatred towards him to the extent that her entire existence revolves around the day she can finally bring an end to his life.
And that day finally came.
However, when she goes after him, she is bound to discover that things aren't as they seem with the devilishly handsome multimillionaire. Not only does it seam like everything she'd thought she knew was wrong, but the man tempted her in ways she'd never been tempted before...
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Author's note; If you're looking for a book featuring a villainous kickass heroine-who doesn't know the word 'love' prior to meeting the hero, a quest for revenge packed with action scenes, a well-told love story and highly explicit, vividly described and well detailed steamy(xxx) scenes, then this book is for you.
If not...well, feel free to check out the free chapters. Who knows? It might just draw you in-even if it's not your usual read, haha!
What My Body Wants
Romance "You promised me your virginity and your body. I was foolish to pass on the first, but like a debt collector, I am here to take the latter which belongs to me. Your body is mine, Rosianna."
A loved one who became a stranger and a heart filled with secrets...
"Oh, Rosy," Santos whispered, his voice sending shivers down her heated body. "Do you remember?"
"What?" she asked, even though she feared that she already knew what he was asking.
He leaned closer to her ear. "That night six years ago? Right here, in this house, in this room...you begged me to take your body"
Her eyes closed at the pain of the memory. "Let me go, Santos. I don't want you anymore." she lied.
Pressing his body against hers, his hand slid underneath the towel and caressed her there. She leaned into him and moaned throatily.
He nibbled at her ear, and whispered, "That's not what your body is saying, darling." Billionaire's Mail-Order Mate
Billionaires Raniella Gomez is a successful career woman with a no-nonsense, uptight personality who has no interest whatsoever in dating or marriage. With her dog, always at home to greet her after a long day, she is perfectly fine with her life.
But her mother doesn't think so. Always disturbing her and matchmaking her with 'eligible' men. So, Raniella invented a fictional man she tells her family she's in a serious relationship with, and because of this, her mother stays off her back. All is well.
Until, her younger sister announced her wedding to the family and expects her lovely sister to; attend dinner at their family house with her 'man', spend the weekend in their home with her 'man' and attend her wedding with her 'man'.
Raniella is in a crossword now. Her mother is very excited too. There's no man, but she can't come out with that, knowing her family very well.
How does she get out of this one?
Where will she get a man she's in a serious relationship with when the man doesn't even exist?
What will she do?
Then, Yenna came up with what she thought was the perfect solution for her uptight best friend slash employer, going straight behind her back because she knows Raniella Gomez will never agree with her plan! THE HOMELESS BILLIONAIRE
Billionaires Twenty-year-old Jasamina Rutherford was forced by her parents to marry a politician who's so much years older than she is, because they wanted money and social influence.
Ludale McCully is a beast in human form and a psycho. He abused her a lot. But, when she gave birth to her baby and he beat her so badly, Jasamina damned all the consequences and ran away with her new born baby.
Out on the cold streets; bruised and battered, no food, money or supplies, and with a baby hidden inside her coat, she was at the end of her rope when she ran into him.
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Tanner Dantes lost his family in the most brutal way a person would loose a lost one.
It was so traumatizing and horrifying that he took to the streets. He drank himself to stupor, just to keep the memories at bay.
Sober is not an option, because sober means remembering.
Then, a woman ran into him one cold dark night. She was so bruised, there was no part of her body that wasn‘t ‘occupied' with either a fresh or an old wound/bruise/scar. And, she has a baby strapped so protectively inside her clothes. She fainted into his arms.
A woman on the run from her powerful psychotic husband and a man who'll drink himself to death than to go sober and let reality in.
What's going to happen in here?
A lot is gonna happen!
So, why don't you go on this mind-blowing ride with me!? Love With The Emotionless Killer
Romance
LEILANI.
I'm an orphan who was picked up by the roadside and left on the gate of a convent when I was a baby.
I was raised by Reverend sisters and I spent all twenty three years of my life in the convent.
I went to school there and did everything in the big convent, I've never been on my own until six months ago.
When I told the sisters that I want to go out on my own, Sister Bernadette was scared because I've never been on my own before.
Six months later, I'm doing fine. In a small quiet town, everything is great. The people are good.
All was going really well.....until the day he showed up.
The scariest man I've ever seen. And the way he looks at me? It's a look I don't understand but it never fails to send shivers down my spine.
Who is he?
What does he want from me?
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HE IS DARKNESS....
I am the bad guy of this story. Every story has a villain, and I am that villain.
You can call me, Number Zero. Or Zero, for short. Frankly, I don't care.
I am a born killer and I'm called The Killer Machine in the dark world, the part of the world do-gooders don't see.
Think of every name you would call a professional killer, and give me that name, because you wouldn't be wrong.
I would like to tell you that I try to do good, to do the right thing but that would be a lie. I don't see any need why I have to lie here.
I am a very bad man, don't go searching for good because it's not there.
I have so much darkness in me that if you stay in my mind for a long time, you go dark too.
Don't mistake this for a confession because it is not. I'm not seeking for forgiveness and if you give it, I won't accept it. I'm not seeking for redemption here. My sins are my own.
The first day I saw her, I just knew something.
My new fascination. My first fascination in all my thirty three years of life.
I must have her.
I must make her mine. You might like
After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash
Sea Jet Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world.
In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief."
But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius.
Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be. His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love
Elroy Notman Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun.
Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos.
As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage.
The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice.
Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her. He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
SHANA GRAY The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her.
Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead.
A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living.
Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body.
Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back. HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)
Viviene Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.
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"Take off your dress, Meadow."
"Why?"
"Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost."
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Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.
One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.
Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.
Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.
Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.
Alaric doesn't share what's his.
Not his company.
Not his wife.
And definitely not his vengeance.
My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge
Winnie Suchoff The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand.
Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn.
She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back. I Signed the Divorce, He Lost Everything
Rabbit My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune.
For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me."
He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster.
He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous.
The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built. Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
Shirlee Melnick Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit.
The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena.
This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone. 
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