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Maeve Ford in everyone's eyes was a woman who lived a simple life but in truth, she was only running from a nightmare. She had known from a young age that life wasn't the way it seemed or was painted to be, there was always more to it than meets the eye. After completing high school Maeve leaves Cairo for the United States of America to start a new but what happens when she gets caught in a misunderstanding, entangled with an arrogant CEO, and the nightmares from her past slowly but surely come to hunt her? """""''''''' " Let me be clear Miss Ford" He growled, his voice slightly husky but cold, his gaze never leaving her face as he closed the distance between them. The fresh musky scent of sandalwood mixed with some other fragrance that would usually put her in a conscious state filled her nostrils but this time she was more concerned with how close their bodies were. Her heart began to race, and her breath caught, she didn't like the way her body reacted to him but she had no control over it. She clenched her fist with her gaze fixed on him, and his on her, his silver-grey eye terrorized her but she wasn't willing to show any form of weakness. He leaned closer toward her ears and she finally let out her breath but the relief was short-lived as she felt his breath on her skin, causing a chill to run down her spine. "I don't care what image you've built to convince.." He whispered, his voice raspy as his words trailed off after which he continued."But, I won't hesitate to kill you, if you so much as pose a threat to his life."
"Milady, your mother is here."
Cold sweat trickled down my back as I tried to relax my tensed shoulders on hearing the excited voice of a maid.
"Mum" I whispered, as I stood up from the chair I had been sitting on to take my mother into an embrace, I didn't know why but at that moment I felt a certain urge to hug her.
I thought I had prepared myself properly these last few days but it seemed that my fears and uncertainties were threatening to crush my resolve.
"Oh dear," my mother mumbled in surprise at my sudden action, she placed a hand on my back and patted it gently.
"Is everything okay my dear?" She inquired, pulling away from me to gaze at my face as if studying my facial expression. I could see the concerned look in her eye but I didn't want her to worry.
She had always been a conscious soul and could especially be more attentive when it involved her children or the ones important to her. Sometimes I felt like she knew me better than I knew myself and because of that, I could hardly ever lie to her.
"Of course Mum" I reassured, moving my eye away from her as I could never look her in the eye and lie to her. I embraced her once more, hiding my face away from her, so I wouldn't be putting my emotions out in the open. The last thing I wanted was to give her a reason to be suspicious of my decisions.
"I'm just really...nervous" I voiced, pausing seldomly which was something I never did whenever we talked.
I didn't want to lie to her, she is one of the most important people in my life but I figure it was for the best, it would be better if she is kept in the dark about everything.
"Is that really all my dear?" She questioned, pulling away again, with a concerned look still plastered on her face.
"Yeah" I replied with a light smile, that I could barely muster.
She scrutinized my face for a while before she took my hand, guiding me back to the chair.
"If that's the case, then it's nothing strange my dear" she relayed, pausing only to help me adjust my dress before I took my place on the chair.
"I was once like you, you know, this nervousness you're feeling is only normal, it happens to everyone, you, after all, are getting married" She continued in a matter-of-fact voice, rubbing
my shoulders and giving them a light squeeze.
"I guess you are right" I took my place back on the chair as I watched my mother's reflection in the mirror in front of me. She placed her two hands on each side of my shoulder.
"You'll be fine, my dear" She encouraged as she watched me through the mirror, our gaze meeting"You look so beautiful, even with only just your wedding gown on, any man would be delighted to have you as a bride ." She rubbed my shoulders with a smile. "I'll be going to meet the guests now so you get ready and don't take too long okay."
She leaned down, and kissed me on the forehead, taking one last glance at me, after which she exited the room.
I closed my eye with the bridal attendants hovering around me, as I tried my best to calm my pounding heart.
Was I making the right decision? I reasoned, now opening my eye as I watched my reflection, my palms suddenly became sweaty and I took my handkerchief from the table.
l had been so distracted by my thoughts that I continued to wipe my hands with the handkerchief even with no sweat left on them, this continued until one of the wedding attendants startled me as she expressed in a loud cheerful voice.
"The Mistress is indeed stunning."
"She really is, we barely had to do anything" The others commented in agreement.
My eye flew to the mirror and I studied my reflection.
My hair was beautifully arranged in a half up half down, with some held to the back with a pin, strands of my hair rested on each side of my face, and my face was painted just enough to emphasize my almost delicate but natural looks.
The makeup was light, and just as I liked it, I was never one to give too much attention to my looks.
I continued to stare at my reflection, quietly and mindlessly, today was the day, the day of my wedding.
Truthfully I had never imagined myself getting married, marriage was the last thing on my mind, daydreaming or fantasizing was not my thing and to even meet the man that was meant for me sounded more like a fairytale than reality.
This was all because I didn't believe in true love, to me, it was more like a fairytale bullish*t, well at least I didn't want to believe, but at a point in my life I used to believe in true love but that was all changed with a single incident and maybe a tiny part of me still held on to that hopeless fantasy but that tiny part of me had been locked away never to surface.
Yes, I was getting married to a man that could be regarded as every woman's dream man, a twenty-first-century prince who was considered one of the most, if not the most eligible bachelor in the whole city.
But I couldn't help but wonder if this was the type of marriage that a hopeless fraction of me would have wanted, somehow at the back of my mind, I felt I already knew the answer.
Needless to say, the current me couldn't care less, I had a duty, and to fulfill it is what I must do.
"let's go" I ordered in a bold voice as I pulled the veil over my face and walked out of the room with the maid and wedding attendants following close.
{WARNING MATURE CONTENT} She has been trying to run away from him, but he wouldn't let her be the devil wants her but she doesn't want him. """ Serena's life is turned upside down when her pack gets attacked by an unknown enemy and when she thought that matters couldn't get worse she realizes that she is the Devil's Bride. Now she is on the run from the Devil, the Devil that wants her mind, body, and soul.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
"I, Erika Blackwood, stand before you, Alexander Robertson, with a heavy heart. I hereby reject you as my mate. The bond we once shared has grown fragile, and my soul yearns for a different path. May you find solace in the love of another, and may we both find the happiness we seek." Alexander didn't say a word and looked at me. But he refused to accept. *********** Erika Blackwood is the next Alpha in line of the Ironclaw Pack. She hides her identity and gets mated to the Alpha of the Moonforest Pack, Alexander Robertson. Three years passed, but Alexander is still unwilling to let go of his childhood sweetheart. Erika is mistreated and eventually framed by the same childhood sweetheart. Now she leaves with that humiliation, and goes back to her pack, swearing vengeance on those who hurt her. They all waited for her to return and beg, but what happens when they realize that the famous Ironclaw Pack that was going to help in the rogue war, was ruled by a woman named, Erika Blackwood. Now her Ex mates want her back. Other Alphas want this woman.. But will she accept any of them? Or will she stay independent forever?...