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"Du... du bist Aurora... meine Königin. Meine Luna... und ... und meine Frau..." Schmerz war deutlich auf Sebastian Kings Gesicht zu sehen. Er war der Alphagott. Dennoch war er bereit, vor mir zu knien. "Aurora... bitte komm zurück und..." Ich unterbrach ihn, meine Augen vor Wut funkelnd, "Frau? Königin? Luna?" Ich begann den Kopf zu schütteln und ließ ein scharfes, bitteres Lachen ertönen, "Nein, Alphagott. Ich bin nicht Aurora Stone. Erinnerst du dich? Sie ist tot. Ich bin Phoenix..." Meine Stimme zitterte jetzt, "Ich bin nur eine einfache Kriegerin dieses Palastes..." Er streckte die Hand aus, um mein Gesicht zu berühren, und die Qual in seinen Augen hätte mich fast zerschmettert. Aber ich hatte meine Entscheidung getroffen. Ich trat zurück, wandte mein Gesicht von seiner Hand ab, "Nicht!" zischte ich, "Es ist jetzt zu spät." Ohne auf seine Antwort zu warten, drehte ich mich auf dem Absatz um und verließ den Raum mit schwerem Herzen. Ich musste hier raus, sonst hätte ich geweint. *** Aurora war die Tochter des Beta und galt als das schönste Mädchen im Rudel. Aber ihre Welt zerbrach, als ihr Verlobter sie verließ, nachdem sie in der Nacht ihrer Verlobung vergewaltigt wurde. Sie wurde in den Augen ihres Rudels als unrein gebrandmarkt. Ihr Vater konnte die Schande nicht ertragen und verkaufte sie an den Lykaner König, Sebastian King. Im königlichen Palast wurde sie misshandelt, gedemütigt und verbrannt. Als ein Feuer im Palast ausbrach, nutzte sie ihre Chance, ließ die Welt glauben, sie sei in den Flammen verbrannt und gestorben. Sie floh und fand Zuflucht in einem anderen Rudel, lebte unter einem neuen Namen und einer neuen Identität. Aber verdammt. Das Schicksal ist grausam. Es brachte sie zurück, von Angesicht zu Angesicht, noch einmal mit dem Lykaner König. Diesmal ignorierte er sie nicht und verehrte den Boden, auf dem sie ging. Aber es war viel zu spät. Sie hatte längst weitergemacht... oder zumindest sagte sie sich das. Aber glaubte ihr Herz das wirklich?

Ever Monroe was walking down the street alone at night after a nasty fight with her now ex-boyfriend who left her stranded in the middle of nowhere. A few hours later three motorcycles pull up next to her and at first, she freaks out but it turns out that they are really sweet people just trying to help.  Adrian Wolf was on his way home after an illegal street race, and comes across a girl looking lost and upset and decides to help her. Realizing she lives in the next town over, he reluctantly decides to let her stay at his place for the night.  In that one night they learn more about each other and become somewhat close He is her knight clad in leather, and she is his damsel in distressed jeans. ( I won't lie, I suck at writing descriptions– but I hope you'll still check my story out! You can also find me on Wattpad under the same username! Don't forget to drink lots of water, eat lots of food, and get lots of rest. Always remember that you are amazing an no-one can block your shine! Stay Golden~)

The innocence of a girl allows us to demonstrate how important it is to really identify what are the intentions that human beings can have related to sensitivity and perception to function in an environment full of realities mixed with sadness, joy, imagination and mystery. Perhaps communication in its simplest terms provides the opportunity to discover aspects that adults are not capable of visualizing, with the clarity and spontaneity that children do. The events unfold in a town that hides part of the past in a scenario full of mysteries, secrets and suffering.

Retired secret agent Ben Smith will do anything for his husband. So when Simon's brother calls from London to say he's being blackmailed, Ben and Simon pack up and head to the glittering world of English aristocratic younger sons and parties and incriminating photographs. The mission itself isn't complicated -- but it's a reminder of the past, even as Ben's been trying to move on.<br><br>Simon Ashley adores his husband, and loathes most of his family ... except for the older brother who once gave him a home. He's here because Stephen needs help, but being back in the family house stirs up too many memories, none of them pleasant.<br><br>In London, Ben and Simon will confront a blackmailer, face the past, and find comfort in each other ... with some leather and tea, of course.

With a sly grin on his lips, his eyes locked onto her. "Don't come chasing after me, my dear wife," he warned in a low voice, "unless you're ready to lose your virginity." Her mouth opened to speak, but no words formed, as desire pulsed through her body. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- You could call it crazy but yes! I'm an innocent girl avoiding guys betrothed to a ruthless billionaire. I should be happy right?? But I'm just nineteen and he's thirty-two, I don't even know if I'm ready for it but what can a girl do? My parents want this. They say he's charming and women's choice. Should I be happy??... In "THE CEO's Little Wife," innocence clashes with power as a young beauty is betrothed to a feared billionaire. Can she tame the beast within him? Find out in this captivating tale of love and danger.

Some nights, American secret agent Ben Smith just wants to come home to his husband. He misses that English accent and smile and, of course, Simon on his knees. He wants his perfect submissive at his feet, so the world and his mission can fall away.<br><br>Some nights, romance writer Simon Ashley misses his dashing American other half. Tea is nice, but it can’t pin him down in bed and make him beg, reminding him he’s loved and belongs to someone. He wants to forget everything and everyone he’s left behind, and just belong to Ben.<br><br>Tonight they both get what they want when Ben comes home early. tea is very nice ... but so is leather.

Bailey is a dancer at the exclusive club called The Jade. There, he is constantly harassed by wannabe-princess Lacey Cooper. Luckily, his possessive lover Harper can take care of him and he won’t have to worry about any problems, crazy psychos or otherwise. AN: Just so you know, I don't really have a plot figured out right now. I figure it will just develop as I write. Also, this story is Yaoi. Don't like, don't read.

A story of healing, bikers and nummy bad boys. trigger warning, lots of swearing, abuse, PTSD. this is a Reverse Harem, sexy stuff with multiple partners that grow to love each other.

Aria is a curvy, young doctor, looking for her Prince Charming... and having lots of fun along the way to find him! Adam is a Glaswegian a surgeon, visiting the Big Apple for a conference. When the two meet, sparks fly, and send them directly to the bedroom. But when the morning comes, they have to decide if their chemistry is enough to keep them together? And when it turns out that Aria is pregnant, will their baby be the catalyst to their relationship? Or will they simply fall apart?

January 2030 Fifty feet above the ground, a 'god' suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "I'll give you all the power you need to become gods." Wearing a white v-necked shirt, a leather jacket, and ripped jeans, his appearance made it hard for anyone to believe any word he spits. But the fact that he appeared out of nowhere, and now, floating as if standing on air is a natural thing makes it hard to believe he isn't a god of some sort. "Now, it's time for gods to fear their pawns." "I am Hagif, god of all, bestows upon humanity 'God's Gift: Arrows of Heaven'." He wore his sunglasses before raising his hand. As if on cue, a big ball of blinding light appeared. "Better put your sunglasses on, folks. This tiny thing is a little bright for human eyes." He grinned before adjusting his glasses. Tiny? Little Bright? This god is crazy.