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A PLACE CALLED "HOME"

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" Please, May I know what the name is? you look 'stressed and pale'... and I would like to get you something to eat. " No! I objected to his request... &quot, oh really....no one ever rejected my offer...and what did they call you?.... I mean , your name ? " I am Rosemary but you can call me 'Rosie'... i said flatly Rosie is the third born of her mother. she got three elderly ones and three younger ones. she from a polygamous home. her mother was so loved by her father before death took her father. Her eldest siblings marriages is not a place called home because their homes is full of acrimony and that made her so scared of marriage. she has seen and heard of broken homes and even witnessed some occurrences. with the death of her father and acrimonious home of her eldest siblings with the biggest mistake made by her eldest brother made her to be pressured by her mum to get married to a wealthy man so that the standard of living in the home would be elevated. Rosie is a virgin that has never been touched by any man. she is so scared of marriage and even delving into relationships. but with the happenings at her family home, made her to disguised herself at school and don't even look like a virgin even if you are told. she is one of the most beautiful young lady in her family. she have a brief bow legs and some distinct features about her that made guys to approach her. people thought she was philandry because of different guys tripping into her school hostel to get to know her but with this act, she was in search of a heart called home while keeping her virtue. sex before marriage is out of her style. until she met this young charming looking dark guy named JERRY! who won her heart with just a helping heart and who was also in search of a peaceful home to build up with the right woman. follow me and see how destiny brought them together!
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I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha

[MATURE CONTENT] SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: I started the shower and then looked to her and ordered her “Take off your clothes.” She almost snapped her neck with how quickly she turned her head to face me. “Excuse me?” “You heard me, Take. Off. Your. Clothes. Princess.” She looked at me dumbfounded, she couldn’t believe I was asking her to do this. The sheer audacity of me. She’s rich. Ha. “No, absolutely not.” She narrowed her eyes at me and lifted her lip a little, showing part of her fang. It was a warning glare. “I’m not a patient man. Strip or I will strip you of your clothes.” As I spoke those words, a sense of thrill shot through me. I've seen plenty of women naked. But my enemy’s daughter. Stripping her of her dignity, forcing her to humiliate herself. My wolf purred inside. “I will not.” Odette stood firm in her stance. “I will only tolerate so much disobedience.” I growled at her, I moved quickly, closing the distance between us in an instance. I grabbed her sleeve and tore it off her. She jerked back covering her arm with her hand. I moved closer to her. Ripping off another shred of her dress. She screamed “Stop it. Don’t touch me. Dog.” She napped. I snarled “Call me a dog one more time princess and see how I punish you.” “D.O.G. DOG” She said firm and slow. “I’m not actually, I am the Alpha King, the strongest and most powerful Alpha there’s ever been.” I was getting tired of the disrespect. “Keep feeding that ego of yours, maybe one day it’ll be a reality.” She hissed back. I grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the ground. She thrashed and squirmed in my grip. But I held firm. Getting in close I whisper in her ear “Watch your little wh*re mouth. Before I shove something in it to keep it busy.”
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