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Alpha Atlas Raelynn Tress had never been strong or proud like the other werewolves in her pack. Fate had different plans, pairing her with the young Alpha Atlas Andino. Tossed aside as Alpha Atlas chose another, Raelynn leaves the pack with her Mom by her side. With a new pack that accepts her, Raelynn flourishes. She hadn't a clue secrets from the past would draw her home, back into the clutches of the Alpha who once rejected her. The world is changing, just as Raelynn changed. Undiscovered enemies lurk in every corner. Will she find her place in this new world, or be devoured by enemies she never knew existed? *************** Mastering others is strength, Mastering yourself is true power. Lao Tzu * * * * * I once thought strength was something you were born with. You were either born strong willed, or born weak minded. Just as you were either born good or evil. Black and white thinking kept my mind at ease, helped me to justify the things that happened in my life. I had never thought in grey, I loathed the color. Grey confuses and conflicts the mind. It never crossed my mind that strength is born in troubling times, when you have lost more than you've gained. I was once weak, swayed by the opinion's and comments of those my age. Words pierced my skin, insults ate away at my soul. I was an exposed nerve, navigating our complex world with a constant chip on my shoulder. My story begins in a small town, located in Eastern Texas. My life wasn't full of tragedy. Misery and trauma weren't the cause of my soft-hearted-ness. Life was fair to me, as it is to most people. The good meshed with the bad, creating a life that was pleasant and appealing to the eye. There was much I couldn't remember from my childhood, a head injury taking away some of my memory but things like that were often easy to let go. I had two caring parents, which was more than most people had. My Dad, with his smile that lit up a room and a laugh that sent others into hysterics. He was the joy of my childhood, brightening the dark spots that would form. My Mom, with her kind hearted nature was the backbone of our family. She would laughthrough my Dad's antics, smiling with the joy her little family brought her. As it always does, tragedy struck. My Dad died when I was only eight years old, too young to have contained many memories of him. The one memory that stood out the most was the night we built a bonfire in the forest behind our house. A bear had wandered into the little clearing, frightening me as I clung to my Dad's sweatshirt. The bear stalked forward, unaware it's life was in danger. Fear sent me spiraling backwards, hitting my head against the earthen floor. Dad chased the bear away that night, fear did not follow him as it followed me. That was the night my memories became just out of reach, a harsh mist clouding many of them. While some memories remained clear, others were tainted by the same mist. Mom mourned, as widows often did. We held each other tightly, f
The Trap Of Ace
Bonus chapter - Part 2
The Trap Of Ace Seven years ago, Emerald Hutton had left her family and friends behind for high school in New York City, cradling her broken heart in her hands, to escape just only one person. Her brother's best friend, whom she loved from the day he'd saved her from bullies at the age of seven. Broken by the boy of her dreams and betrayed by her loved ones, Emerald had learned to bury the pieces of her heart in the deepest corner of her memories.Until seven years later, she has to come back to her hometown after finishing her college. The place where now the cold-hearted stone of a billionaire resides, whom her dead heart once used to beat for.Scarred by his past, Achilles Valencian had turned into the man everyone feared. The scorch of his life had filled his heart with bottomless darkness. And the only light that had kept him sane, was his Rosebud. A girl with freckles and turquoise eyes he'd adored all his life. His best friend's little sister.After years of distance, when the time has finally come to capture his light into his territory, Achilles Valencian will play his game. A game to claim what's his. Will Emerald be able to distinguish the flames of love and desire, and charms of the wave that had once flooded her to keep her heart safe? Or she will let the devil lure her into his trap? Because no one ever could escape from his games. He gets what he wants. And this game is called...The trap of Ace. *************** I stared at the girl before me, and her nervous eyes behind those black rimmed glasses were also set on me. Tentatively, I tucked a strayed strand behind my ear and bit my lip. She mimicked. I blinked, so did she. "You done with your staredown match with yourself, Em?" A huff came from behind me. "For God's sake! You're doing this for the last five minutes! You're creeping me out now!" I glanced at my best friend through the mirror. With folded arms on her chest, sitting at the edge of my bed, she scowled at me. My eyes went back to my reflection. "I don't know, Beth. Do you think he- he'll like my look?" "After we spent two hours to doll you up? Yes, we think that he'll like your look. And won't reject you when you announce your undying love for him," said my other best friend, Casie, standing beside Beth. Reject. The same word that has been haunting my dreams for years now. I've been waiting for this day for six years. The day he said those words to me. I've been waiting since. And if he rejects me today… I don't know what I'd do. Flashback~ "Will you be my prince, Ace? I want to be your princess," I'd asked my brother's best friend when he gave me a Cinderella dress on my ninth birthday. He laughed at my silly question, almost breaking my heart. But then when he saw my crestfallen face, he crouched down before me, looking into my turquoise eyes with his stormy grey. "You're my princess."
Chosen By The Dragon Kings
Chosen By The Dragon Kings Warning contains Reverse Harem erotica content and mature themes.When I was a child, my grandma used to tell me stories, I never gave them much thought back then thinking they were just that, stories. Growing up, I soon realised that they weren't stories but memories of her past, memories of our ancestors before our world turned to shit. But what comes from legend, no matter how exaggerated the story gets, is a sliver of truth. You just need to weed out the fiction from fact.My grandmother used to tell me stories of the chosen one. The one who would save us all, I used to believe what she said was true. That eventually someone would be born like the oracle once said. Someone who could save our souls and bind us back to our magic. Once I grew up though and looking at what has become of our world, I no longer believe. The chosen one seems to be more of a prayer than reality. Some dream we wanted desperately to come true. Something we all prayed for. Something we needed to find hope when there wasn't any left. When our ancestors turned their backs on us, how were we expected to believe? When all we witnessed was death and carnage since the great war. Nothing except pain and poverty. I used to believe the stories, used to pray for the mysterious chosen one that would rid our world of its evil. Now though, I see it for what it is, just a dream of hope. Some out of reach fairy-tale. A story to create hope. Hope is dangerous, it makes you believe things will get better. I stopped hanging on to hope when I witnessed firsthand that it caused nothing but heartache. *************** When I was a child, my grandma used to tell me stories. I never gave them much thought back then, thinking they were just that. Growing up, I soon realised that they weren’t stories but memories of her past, memories of our ancestors before our world turned to shit. But what comes from legend, no matter how exaggerated the story gets, is a sliver of truth. You just need to weed out the fiction from fact. My grandmother used to tell me stories of the chosen one. The one who would save us all. I used to believe what she said was true. That eventually someone would be born like the oracle once said. Someone who could save our souls and bind us back to our magic. Once I grew up, though, and looking at what has become of our world, I no longer believe. The chosen one seems to be more of a prayer than reality. Some dream we wanted desperately to come true. Something we all prayed for. Something we needed to find hope in when there wasn’t any left. When our ancestors turned their backs on us, how were we expected to believe? When all we witnessed was death and carnage since the great war. Nothing except pain and poverty. I used to believe the stories, used to pray for the mysterious chosen one that would rid our world of its evil. Now though, I see it for what it is, just a dream of hope. Some out of reach fairy-tale. A story to create hope. Hope is dange
Kingsman Return Bearing the destruction of their home, Arran and his parents were exiled to a foreign land. As a newborn, Arran grew up living a life filled with strife and danger before experiencing a short 3 years of normal life filled with peace after the disappearance of his parents. Unfortunately, peace was never meant for him as a series of unreal circumstances leads to him returning to his homeland and finding out that the life he knew was not all that he thought it to be. This discovery leads him to even more danger as he is forced to uncover the truth of an ancient conspiracy and the cause of his exile and the disappearance of his parents. *************** Everywhere was filled with white mist. There were flashes of shadowy figures that filtered through the mist along with the brief lull of various sounds. There were sounds of children crying, of metal blades clashing against each other, and of warriors shouting in their loud voices as they let out their battle cries accompanied with loud explosions that filled one with dread. These sounds interfered with and meshed together, like a piece of horrendous background music that told epic tales of war and savagery. Everything was dreamlike and nothing could be perceived clearly. But above the din of hazy mist and blood-curdling sounds, there was one above all else that could be made out with total clarity. It was the sound of insane laughter that sent chills down the spines of those who heard it. Following it were indistinct muttering, like the whispers of the devil. Anyone who heard it would be driven mad and be dulled of their senses and would leave themselves open to the silent arms of death. The laughter came again and this time its muttering was clear for all to hear, its words echoed across the entire space, saying words filled with wild arrogance. "Hahaha, do you all see this? Do you see what you have been reduced to?" "For many millennia, you have all been filled with arrogance and disdain towards my kind. You have all held your noses up at us as you killed and persecuted us. But who is the one laughing now? Who are the ones who are on their final struggle and are about to face destruction?" "Now, with my master by my side, I shall put an end to the prosperity of your entire race. After this, I shall go to the others of your people, and I shall do to them the same that did to you all." "You were the most powerful of them all, with your destruction the rest shall follow and I will be hailed as the one who ended an era, the one who severed the lives and futures of an entire race!!" "I shall decorate my throne with your bones and fill my bath with your blood. Hahaha!!!" The voice said all this and with every word that was uttered, it filled the space with its power and spread its evil intent to all. Suddenly, out of the hazy mist came a dazzling divine light that filled the entire space with its warm glow, and from the center of this light came an old and wizened voice. It was a voice t
I Still Hate You
I Still Hate You Ethan Miller was the hottest guy in Greenville High School. Girls loved him, guys wanted to be him. He just had one problem, Corey Price. Corey Price was the complete opposite of Ethan. Ethan did not like his lingering looks and admiring glances. It made him furious. Corey was the bane of his existence. Ethan's solution was to beat and torment Corey and make his school days unbearable. Corey's wounds never healed. His fondness of Ethan turned into hatred and he vowed to never forgive him. But, he spent years working on himself and has emerged a stronger, better person, ready to take on new challenges. Finally confident, he's about to take on a new job. Until he discovered who his new boss was. It was none other than the monster himself. Ethan Miller UPDATES TWICE A WEEK, MONDAY AND WEDSDAY! ***************
New Year's Eve Baby
New Year's Eve Baby When Elena Thunder finds the most perfect man to kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve, she thinks its fate. But little does she know that Knight Blaze isn’t as simple as he seems and that the only reason he spends the night with her is because he has something entirely different on his mind. Come morning, Knight leaves Elena feeling hurt and betrayed and with something she’d have never anticipated from a one-night stand with a stranger, a baby conceived on New Year’s Eve. But Elena isn’t weak and she doesn’t let heartbreak bring her down. She decides to raise her child without a father. But fate has other plans for her as she accidentally bumps into Blaze once more during a fashion show and this time, he’s determined to make her stay. *************** Prologue: Deal? Elena's P.O.V "Come on, Elle! Don't go with the boring purple dress, it looks like a bunch of lavender puked all over you!" Risa, my best friend for the past three years wrinkled her nose at the dress I currently held in front of me. "Why?" I frowned. "It looks cute! I like this dress." I told her as I looked into the mirror and found nothing wrong with it, but Risa shook her head vigorously. "Honey that dress screams safe! I mean, look at it! High neckline, knee length and full sleeves!" Risa whined. "It's New Year's Eve for God's sake! There's no point in being safe and all saintly! Bring out the little black dress, pair it with those killer fuck me heels and we'll be good to go!" I turned my gaze towards the long red devil stilettos that Risa was pointing at and winced. Those were the kind of heels that we wore on the runway, six inches and ready to kill. My feet were already sore from wearing heels all the time to fashion shows but to wear them at a bar? I shook my head instantly. "Nope! Not wearing them!" I told Risa straight away. "You can borrow them if you like but I'm sticking to comfort." "Fine, go with the wedge." Risa shook her head disapprovingly at me. "But I'm finding you a little black dress." And so, Risa and I dug around in my closet until we came upon this really cute black dress that was made completely out of lace and had a full sleeve and hugged my figure to the T. I had to wear a black slip under the dress but once I had the dress on, I have to admit, it looked fabulous on me. I let my naturally wavy dark brown hair down my back and curled it further to add more bounce. I had a few natural blonde highlights in my hair that made it unique; it was why I never dyed my hair, in fear that it would ruin the natural highlights. Next up was the makeup. Risa helped me don a smoky eye and blood red lips and with a pair of black crystal danglers, I was ready to rock the party. Risa had chosen a shimmering green number to match her eyes and I helped her with her statement over-the-top eye makeup and red lips. She looked gorgeous with her wild curly red hair and a slight dusting of freckles on her nose. No wonder she was one of the best models in our com
Valerie's Descent She wanted to be free, but did that mean surrendering everything to Damien and his whims? Tired of her domineering husband, Valerie Tanner decides it's time to start a new life somewhere else. However, when she moves to Live Oak, her brother's friends show her a life of total abandon where someone else calls the shots, and she has no choice but to obey. Once she gives in, Valerie descends into a dark morass of exploits that leaves her reeling and craving more, even though she fights each order she's given. Her mind screams at her that it's wrong, but her body pleads for her to continue. The question now is: how far will she fall before she loses herself? Or, is this the path to show her who she truly is? *************** Valerie Tanner tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear as she stared up at the apartment building. He really expects me to live here? The whole thing could collapse at any moment. The structure held an ancient air to it, as if someone had forgotten it needed demolished decades ago. The red brick building held a rusty fire escape on the east side, which seemed to be barely hanging on, and it appeared as if no one had washed several of the windows since they first erected the building, probably in the 1800s by the style of it. Time had stained the concrete steps leading up to the front door with mildew and cigarette butts, and what landscape existed around the building seemed withered or completely dead. The entire framework seemed depressing, too depressing for a new start to her life. She glanced over at her brother, Jake, forcing a smile onto her face. "Seems cozy." He stared at the building for a moment longer before turning to her and making a weak shrug. "Damien made it seemnicerduring our calls. I had never actually seen the place. We usually play poker at Ethan's place." He twisted his lips into an apologetic frown. "It won't be for long. I promise. Just as soon as you get settled into your new job, you can start looking for someplace a little more Stable." The look on his face revealed he knew he had failed her, and it pulled at her heartstrings. She slid closer, wrapping an arm around his waist as she pulled him tight against her. "I'm sure the inside looks much better," she told him, trying to make him feel better about the apartment he found for her on such short notice. "Besides, beggars can't be choosers. There isn't any place I can't turn into a home, and after the bullshit that jerk-off of a husband of mine pulled, I'm simply glad to be anywhere except near him." She laid her head on Jake's shoulder. "Thank you for finding it for me. It's a splendid start to a new life." She felt him wrap an arm around her shoulders, returning her hug. "Thanks. I know it sucks. You can say it. But, you're right. You'll make it work for however long you have to live here, and I'll do whatever I can to help. We can consider it your motivation to succeed at Hampton University." "Right," she assured him. And a
The Mafia Boss and His Obsession
A sneak look at the next book - By Hook or by Crook!
The Mafia Boss and His Obsession Kurt Blackwood became the wealthy head of the British Mafia to win the love of the woman who saved him. He had to find his angel and make her his wife. The thought is consuming his every waking moment. Grace Evans, a doctor who saved the life of a man under attack. She thought nothing of it until her fate led her to meet the man again, and he made her feel things like never before. Tall, handsome and intelligent, what is there not to like? Grace is wondering if Kurt is the man she will finally lose her virginity to. But will Kurt and Grace’s night be consumed by passion, or will Kurt’s obsession go too far? One thing is for sure, the course of love never runs smoothly! *************** Grace was walking home from another heavy day of lectures. She was in her first year of medical school and managed to get into Sheffield University on a scholarship. This was vital for her, as been an orphan she did not have a family to fall back on. As long as she was careful with her loan, she could survive. Unfortunately, that meant walking home from the University to her cheap student house every day. Grace would not mind so much if it was not for the fact she had to carry so many books on her back. Grace was of average height at 5 foot 8, with mouse-brown hair that fell just below her shoulders. She often, like today had it tied up in a practical bun. Her eyes, which she considered her only beauty, were sea green. Grace shifted her backpack on her shoulders again. “Not long now,” she thought as she turned down an alleyway that cut between two houses. It was a shortcut that Grace often used. When she turned the corner she gasped. There was a young man on the ground with two men kicking and punching him. “You filthy cunt, give us the money you owe us!” One of the attackers said before spitting on the victims head. “I told you I don’t have your fucking 50 quid!” shouted the Victim. “ Well you know what that means, Mike cut off his ear!” Said the attacker who spat on the Victim. Mike smiled and took out a knife from his waistband. “You know I love this part the best Andy” Mike said as he grabbed the black hair of the man on the floor and pulled his head up. “Wait, don’t!” Grace shouted before thinking. “I suggest you mind your own fucking business!” Andy hissed “Look, I pay the money! 50 quid right? “ Grace said looking through her bag for her purse. She took out 60 for a couple of weeks of food shopping, but she could not stand by and let somebody get hurt. She counted out the money and handed it to Andy. “See! the money is there, so there is no need to hurt him today!” Grace said in a calm voice. “Why would you pay for this cock scum’s Debt? Andy demanded. “I...I am training to be a Doctor. I don’t want to see people hurt, that all, “ Grace explained. Andy laughed “ Well today is your lucky day Kurt, I won’t be taking an ear. But a little advice never take more than you can payback! Come on Mike, let’s go and see the Boss.”