Grace Lim was a woman well on her way to making her dreams come true, but she soon learned that she may be out of job. To make matters worse, a tragic misunderstanding lands her on the wrong side of her soon-to-be boss. As a business prodigy, CEO, James Gregori Grayson wasn't afraid to make hard decisions. After all, he was the world's last pure-bred vampire and had a deadly score to settle with the hunters who killed his family centuries ago. But when one of his friends was killed, leaving an orphaned half-breed daughter with no awareness of her heritage and origin, he was forced to guide his now gorgeous secretary into the world of the undead. Racked by confusion and changes in her body that weren't there before, Grace found herself irresistibly drawn to her seductive boss as passion ignited and threatened to consume them both. However, she was unprepared for the reason he had sought her out and the danger that lay ahead. Regardless, sharing a love of conquering their goals, this unlikely pair began to form an unexpected bond that led them to a place neither of them ever expected to be.
Thousands of years ago, in a land of ancient vampires and sorcerers, there was an evil leader. A man with great power, the Master of vampire hunters, desired the only power that forbade him: the privilege to rule the Kingdom of Nork.
The Master knew that it was important, when killing a pure-blood vampire, to ensure that they brought an army of sufficient size. For the king and the queen, he brought five hundred hunters, equipped with enchanted, potent poisonous swords to kill the undead royals and their people.
From the front of the castle they saw both the northern snow and the southern, but the finer view was out across the plains and over the narrow territories.
At some point in an achingly long history, a powerful vampire, now lost to knowledge, had built one thousand pillars out on the plateau: onyx giants thicker than a thousand-year oak, taller than a long pine. A forest of dark stone without order or pattern, covering the level ground from flank to flank.
The hunters began to spread out between the towers. The queen could neither see nor hear her enemies approaching, but she knew their disposition. She had watched earlier as they snaked up the west trail from Nork Valley.
Vampire hunters, mercenaries from the northern borders, with snow furs bearing scraps of chainmail about them, old and young, carried destructive spears. Their Master in the midst, silver-haired sorcerers, their beards long and braided, the women with lines of yellow paint across their cheeks and foreheads like the rays of a cold sun.
The sorcerer and his wicked hunters attacked the pure-blood vampire royal castle, assassinated the beloved king and queen, and followed to do the same to James Gregori, the pure-bred vampire crown prince, as well as his siblings.
The Master sorcerer and his warriors accomplished all but the latter. He had not counted on the vampire king's thirst for revenge and a mother's love for her sons.
Just before expelling his final breath, the great king used his blood and energy to fill his offspring with an indestructible desire for retribution, ensuring they would fight for eternity to claim their superiority. At the same time, the queen used her last enchantment to send her children away, saving them before the Master hunter could kill them all.
And so, the vampire warriors were now bound to destroy the Master and his hunters forever.
Oh, wait, about the vampires? Those magnificent, phenomenal undead? They were the embodiment of perfection, but not as pale as those who sparkle in the sun-sort-of-vampire. Nork vampires were the epitome of superbness. They were like some hot male leads in a romantic novel where the handsome man was over six feet tall, had dark hair, tattoos, and so much testosterone-inflated muscle that he had to walk through doors sideways and who talked less. Not to mention that Nork vampire was superior to any of those romantic heroes who fulfilled the Princess Fantasy that Disney infected half of all women in modern times.
But of course, Nork vampires were powerful and skilled in bed-yes in bed, but they are not fun to be with because they talk more, which vampire women at this time appreciated, but not one thousand years later. Women in the future didn't want a partner that could communicate feelings or sympathize with emotions; they just wanted someone who could bench press twice their body weight, and that was a fact. Thanks to Hollywood's romantic Christmas movies.
However, Nork's bloodsucker hotties never brood over something women in the future would think to be cute. They were the ideal lover, a perfect life mate, and not only were they like cavemen here, but they were also passionate, yes, impressive partners because when vampire women laid eyes on their beast of a male? Their va-jay-jay world turned into the river Nile.
And so here comes the prince. James Gregori, the Shadow Lover, as his people called him, was a gallant warrior, elegant and captivating. With dark beautiful blue-green eyes. He was alluring and, of course, sensuous and had been in bed all the time, but not alone. He was never alone. He was a man known for the ferocity of his anger and temper as well as the lusciousness of his touch and passion, and after another failed attempt to track down the hunters, he'd retired to his private chamber to savor his recent conquest. His own harems of beautiful vampire females.
That's when the twofold essence of the enchantments hit him. Powerful and great dark magic that wouldn't let him behold or recognize his life mate, forever. A curse far beyond anything else.
But then, when he next opened his eyes, he'd found himself on another mattress-and not with his chosen harem. He was bare still, only now he was bound, a slave to the very thirst he'd elicited in his lover. Desires that had merged with the dark enchantment and sent him straight to the Slave Market, where he was shortly sold to a wicked princess, his will no longer his own, his pleasure no longer his own, his magical ring stolen and his memories wiped from his mind.
But two things could not be seized from him, no matter how fervently the princess attempted. The raw anger in his chest and the blistering need for retaliation in his veins.
The first, he would unleash. The second, he would savour forever until his very last breath.
First with the hideous princess and her hunters and then with a sorcerer, he could not entirely remember, but a Master hunter he understood he loathed all the same.
Very soon. They would pay for something he couldn't remember. But soon.
Jackson steps in front of me, his strong hands cupping my face as he brings his forehead to mine. "I want to replace it. I want to take all your nightmares and turn them into something beautiful, the way you've done for me. I just need you to trust me. You think you can do that?" I was only looking at how he gently held me with his huge hands. Considering his bulk frame, I was like a fragile glass he was holding. I don't know why but my heart did skip a beat, but I had to swallow it up and pretend that I didn't feel it.
Chase Johnson was successful and a billionaire for a reason, yet he was lured by Amaya's smile. Remembering the moment when he'd walked into the living room and she'd flung her bra at him and he'd gotten a look at her bare bounty. Amaya caught his eye, all right, in a way no other woman ever had before. Then she'd argued with him and challenged him, and he'd found he liked it. Women usually become sweetly submissive around him. But she had been so different. Forget danger. Challenge could have been Amaya's middle name. Six years later, she ran into him again, and this time Chase became her boss, and he made her life a living hell, but she couldn't give up. She needed a job for her five-year-old son. Will she be able to reveal her secret to him before it's too late?
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.