He's an emperor. She's but a servant. He's a werewolf, She's but an...elf? Stephen Calipher, the King of Lycans, has ruled over the supernatural kingdom, Lyall, for decades, without a mate to call his own. Aurora Evel has a slightly unique feature, unfortunately, those features brought trouble to her doorstep. However, where there's a damsel in distress, there's a chance for a hero. But when she finds herself in the arms of the Alpha King Stephen, will her unique features be a blessing or a curse?
Aurora
A swift whoosh cut through the air as an arrow flew, hitting right in the bullseye of the multicolored round palate on the floor of the training ground.
The palate, a rather sorry excuse for an archery board, used to be just a moldy wood I had bruised my hands trying to carve into a circle. But it came out looking like a deformed hexagon shape. Whenever I took a look at this beat-up board, I was reminded of myself. Structurally unclear and pathetic looking.
In this realm, everyone had similar looks, similar eyes, ears, and mouths. I was considered different. I was a freak and an oddity. According to the creatures of this realm or humans as they call themselves, my features were similar to those of an elf, but not of an elf. Whatever I was, I certainly wasn't human to them.
With a flicker of irritation, I released another arrow, watching as it unsurprisingly landed right on the bullseye again, next to the one I had shot at first. Before I could release a third, a booming voice disrupted me. "Aurora!"
"Fuck," I cursed under my breath. I didn't have to see the source to know where it had come from.
"Aurora!!" the voice yelled again, even louder this time. It was Madame Stella, the head servant of the palace. With a swift move, I ducked out of sight and into the bushes, using the night's darkness to conceal my movements.
Let me introduce myself. I am Aurora and a palace servant. As a lowly servant in the Palace of Tasnim, my duty was strictly attending to chores and the royals, not practicing my archery skills like I was a soldier. If I get caught, I could be facing possible whip lashes and imprisonment in the dungeon. This is the reason I can only practice under the cover of the night, using that poor excuse for an archery board.
Hiding my bow and arrow beneath a pile of grass next to a boulder, I ran into the palace using the old wooden back door that led to the servant's quarters.
"You halfwitted child, where have you been?! The king returns tonight, and his chambers remain unattended. Are you single-handedly seeking death?!" Madame Stella's voice pierced the air and echoed through the hallway. For someone so short, she sure uses her voice to make up for the height difference.
I hung my head low to conceal my eye roll and the scowl on my face. But that was not a good idea, because the moment I lowered my head, Madame Stella used the proximity to land a slap on my right cheek. The pain that seared across my cheeks betrays how little and chubby her hands are. It would undoubtedly swell my cheeks by tomorrow morning.
Clenching my fists, I attempted to suppress my anger. If my past actions were anything to learn from, then acting upon my emotions wouldn't do me any good. My only options were to restrain myself and keep my head hung low.
Servants started to gather around us, relishing the little show that was going on. They always did. I was a spectacle at least once a day since I always got in trouble, and they would never miss a chance to watch me in pain and laugh about it later.
"No dinner for you tonight and no food for the entirety of tomorrow, either," Madame Stella spat, her tone severe. "Insubordinate, wench! Get to the king's bedroom and clean up before he returns! Go. Now!"
"Yes, madame," I replied like they had disciplined us to do.
"What's the use of her long ears if she can't listen to basic instructions?" One of the female servants snickered, her dry lips pulling back in a sneer.
"Oh, stop it." The other one said, picking at the dirt in her nails, "Her ears aren't even that long. I mean, if it was long enough, we would at least consider her an elf monster. But since it isn't pointy enough, we are forced to tolerate her as a human."
"What a farce. How did she get hired again?" a male servant scoffed.
Gritting my teeth, I trudged to the king's bedroom, while resisting the urge to bite back at them. What was the use? It wouldn't make much difference anyway. My feet dragged across the polished marble tiles on the floor with pure exhaustion and lanquidity.
How befitting, I look down at the tiles; black marble tiles...the same color as these people's hearts. I rounded the corner of the golden pillars leading to the royal chambers.
Elf monster, huh?
What would they know about elves when most of the citizens here haven't even seen one, let alone any other supernatural?
Oh! And how did I get hired? Let me see. Because of my looks... was it? Wait, no, I think it was because I had covered my ears with my hair, and so passed the servant's inspection. When they realized my abnormalities, it was already late. They had hired me. Since they were understaffed, they decided to keep me because I wouldn't run into royals anyway.
'Abnormalities' huh?
This was the human realm. It was called the Kingdom of Tasnim. And as the name suggests, it means paradise but its far from that. Unknown to the citizens of this realm, darkness lurked within the kingdom starting right here at the palace's satin hat, and I was about to face a terror worse than that.
I blame my reckless drinking for my wild night with a masked stranger, who turned out to be my ruthless CEO. Who cares that I'm promised to another man? But our impromptu wedding leads to so much more than I bargained for. His dirty promises warm me. The hate turns to friendship, and makes me dream of more. He's like the most dangerous kind of wine. That's why I blame him for making me fall in love with him. But when I find out our marriage was nothing more than revenge against my family, I figured out I can exact mind too. Just when I was about to finalize my revenge, a stunning revelation was discovered. Will love overcome revenge or is happy ever after just a figment of my imagination.
"What do you mean? Don't get this wrong but we are not even friends" "Friends with benefits, stepsiblings with benefits, what the difference flower" He somehow made sense, what is the worst that can happen?" ***** Good girls don't fall for bad boys, especially not their stepbrothers. And I, Dahlia Peterson know this. There's only one problem... I might have accidentally, um... it was just one night, alright? One really good night. Panties? Yup, they're melted. It was a mistake, it doesn't mean anything. Sorry, there's two problems. Did I mention our parents are away and we're stuck home alone together for a while? I'm the responsible one. The good girl with perfect grades. And I'm trapped with a bad boy who showed me what it's like to give in to my wild side.
Oh Yes! I moaned, one if my hands on the wall while the other found its way to cover my mouth. I couldn't believe I was the one sounding like that. "This is so... so f*ck*ng good... oh sh*t; I never want this to end." "It never will, my goddess."I felt his hot breath on my ear from behind and wanted more. "More, I want more," I said in whimpers. "Please, give me more.." I knew I was acting like Oliver twist but I never wanted this to end either. The thrusting became more intense. Then, he suddenly stopped. "Oh no," he said, worry evident on his face. "I think we need to change the condom." "It's okay," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "There's no need to worry. I can't get pregnant, so there's nothing to worry about. Just keep doing what you were doing. Please, don't stop now." *** Daphne Trego felt her life crumbling when she received a notification that Renold, her fiance, was going to be the father of another woman's child. After an intense confrontation, Daphne was left to confront the painful reality of their shattered relationship. Soon, Daphne encountered Self-made Billionaire CEO David Allen in disguise, leading to an unexpected passionate night. Even though they didn't use a condom during their one-night stand, Daphne wasn't worried - after all, one of the reasons she broke up with her ex-fiance was that she couldn't provide him a heir. However things turned out differently as Daphne found out she was pregnant... What would Daphne do when she finds out that the man she slept with is about to be married?
When Rebecca's father's will reveals a surprising condition: marry within twelve months or lose the family business and inheritance, Tariq Sly's crazy proposal seems like the perfect solution. Marry his friend, Jeremy Will, Rochester Industries' charming co-CEO by day and infamous king of owning women's panties by night. Yes, everyone stands to gain from this temporary arrangement. But can they pretend to be in love long enough to tie the knot? Playing fiancé to the competitor's daughter isn't easy. Would Rebecca settle for Jeremy or would she pick Tariq instead? And can Rebecca trust her fake husband to be only a husband on paper?
The many nights here with the Rossi men have left me on a whole roller coaster of emotions possible, but as I stand here with Dimitri's hand on my waist, the familiar guilt overcomes me. Guilt for having a crush on my boyfriend's brother - and my professor. For two years, Arabella Lucia has been in a relationship with Blake Rossi until one afternoon, he isn't hers anymore. Shattered by his betrayal, Arabella's sole comfort becomes her sinfully hot tattooed professor who explains Shakespeare in class enigmatically and whispers filthy things in her ears when they are alone. He becomes her passion. Her addiction. She becomes his obsession. But fate has other plans and getting it on with your ex-boyfriend's brother never ends well.
This is not your regular werewolf story, this is more. Isabel has a power so rare that it magnifies with every emotion she has. However, she has been through so much in the last ten years. Her werewolf father abandoned her, and she had to deal with her mother's death alone. Her auntie, Rose took her in, and they had to move around a lot over the years after that tragic occurrence. Now Rose wants Isabel to stay with her in the town she left ten years ago. When she arrives, everything comes to light. Secrets long buried rise to the surface, and she's faced with the irresistible Alpha Mark, her fated mate. Will Isabel's fragile control shatter under the weight of her emotions, or will she harness her power to reclaim her destiny?
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? . 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! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
"Listen, Gadreel Ødegaar," she looked at him, not hesitating this time. "It's my anniversary present for you. Let's divorce." *** Ivory Remington had sacrificed five years to look after her husband Gadreel who was in a vegetative state after an accident and a few months ago, he finally awakened like a miracle. She thought it was the start of their happy life but Gadreel still had no heart for her. On their anniversary and her birthday, she received a cheating video of her dear husband and her stepsister. Heartbroken, Ivory chose to quit this stupid game. She decided to set him free but the reason she left on the divorce agreement pierced Gadreel's noble pride. *** "Impotent? Are you serious?" He gripped her wrist and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. "I'm a woman, Gadreel. I'm tired of being in a sexless marriage. Let's end it once and for all." "Sexless, huh?" he chuckled lowly and without warning grabbed her chin in between his hands, pulling her face closer. "Turns out my wife was so eager to get a man between her legs? "
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."