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Sullivan's Girl

For years, Anna never thought Sullivan was the type of man anyone should go to for help. Heck! She didn't think he was the type of man anyone should be seen with. She hated him. Secretly. Deeply. And loathed his presence. His existence alone appalled her until she crashed into his building. A loud cry for his protection and help. Sullivan didn't bother with Anna. She was too busy hating him while keeping his secret, too absorbing. Too much of everything he shouldn't be giving in to. Yet, in a fleet of seconds, she ripped his perfectly quiet world apart. As the world of the supernatural opened before her, with their unknown enemy promising a repeat of tragic fate, Anna banked on Sullivan's protection. Taking pleasure in his attention and interest. Yet, the knowledge she lacked was that peculiar interest is often overwhelming. Unhealthy. Dangerous. Obsessive. And a path of thorn that tears at the most precious skin. ■■■■■■■ “Are you hiding, little bird?” His tone was different from the usual. It wasn't the coo she knew, neither was it the song of calmness that often emanated from him. It was vibrating. An allure that in a dark and dangerous way promised a touch that would drift her alive. Annabelle kept her hand to her mouth, her heart racing past its usual rate. She wondered in that moment—now that she knew what he was—if he could hear her heart beat. As if the universe was sending her a response, she felt him stop. Right above where she hid. Holding a shaky breath, she raised her head, feeling the pressure of his feet on the wood that obscured her view from him. Surely, his ability can't go underground. Surely, the scent of watermelon and potatoes would mask her. Yet…the low chuckle that sounded like a sinister laughter made her heart jump, as her legs gave away. He lifted the wooden pallet, their gazes colliding in a fit of what seems to be prey and predator instinct. A tiny smirk was playing on his face now, the same one she was used to. And the evidence was as glaring as daylight. Blood streak marked his crisp white shirt, drooling down the side of his face to his lips—his hands, a crimson bloody mess against rich skin. The stale of another man's death lingering around him, morphing his aura and forever confirming what he is. What he will always be. “Little bird…” “Please…” Huge palm reached out to pat her nest of hair, definitely leaving behind strokes of blood. The metallic iron scent assaulted her nose in the small space she hid. He was after her heart—an organ she feared he might mean in the literal sense. As she remained in the squatting position, watermelon threatening to squash beneath her knees, she felt his pat. Once. Twice. As soothing as always for a creature like him. “I wished upon you little bird. You cannot run from me.” His words were a promise, a seal that bounded them together. Forever. ■■■■■■■ This is an enemies to lovers cum friends to lovers kind of story. ALSO... !!!THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN DARK VULGAR AND CRUDE CHAPTERS BUT A SERIES OF WARNINGS WILL BE ISSUED BEFOREHAND (depends on this authors mood *evil laughter*) SO...YOU WILL BE FINE ^.^
b_oaq · 32.5k Views

Bloodbound to the Witch Heir: Claimed By Four

The century-old war between witches and werewolves has finally ended. Peace reigns. Or so it seems. Because that peace came with a price. Something stirs in the shadows. Dark creatures now hunt wolf, witch, and human alike. The world needs a savior... one born of chaos and magic. Celeste Bloodoak was supposed to be that savior. Daughter of the North American Alpha King and his hybrid Luna Queen, she should’ve inherited greatness. But she didn’t. Wolfless. Nearly powerless. Scorned by her peers, rejected by the Alpha she loves and pitied by her own family, Celeste has always lived in her twin brother’s shadow. Until she meets him—a man forged in blood and darkness. A creature that shouldn’t exist. A vampire. And as if resisting that dangerous pull weren’t enough, Celeste’s world shatters during Bloodoak Academy’s Mating Ball... when she discovers she’s mated to four men. Not one. Not two. FOUR. Her arrogant Alpha ex. His calm, calculating Beta brother. A witch who wants nothing to do with her. And the mysterious vampire whose kiss tastes like sin. One girl. Four mates. And a bond that could save—or doom—the world. In this dance of blood, power, and forbidden desire, will Celeste rise as the prophesied heir… or fall to the darkness that calls her name? (TRIGGER WARNING: Mature content and dark themes ahead.) ~~~~~ 100 powerstones at the end of a week= 2 bonus chapters. 100 golden tickets at the end of a month= 3 bonus chapters.
MalachiJaydenstar · 117.4k Views

BLOOD, BONE AND BITTER HONEY

My world was simple: there was the Pack, and there was the Prey. I am Athel James Thorne, born a hunter, forged into a weapon to exterminate the blood-drinking scourge that festers in the realm of Athelgard. As a high-born Wolf and elite Hunter, I am the law of the Thorne Pack, and I can track a vampire through a blizzard, scent a succubus’s lie from miles away, and end them all the same way, blade, fire, ash. Until the night I met Crown Prince Malakor Vane. To my kin, he smells of silver and pine, the clean, distant scent of royalty. But up close, beneath the alchemical masks and the suffocating illusion of purity, there is something else. Something wrong and forbidden, and it clings to him, thick, intoxicating, ancient. The scent of crushed pomegranates and storm-charged air. The unmistakable sweetness of a succubus and something darker still. A vampire, a shifter, and an abomination. The very thing I was born to destroy is hidden at the heart of the throne, and so I make it my mission to expose him. To rip away his mask and to drag the truth into the light and let the King see his son for what he truly is. The closer I get, the more my instincts betray me and the urge to kill him tangles with something deeper. Wilder and possessive, and my wolf does not want him dead, and it wants him claimed. As the Wild-Zones stir and the shadows close in, I am forced to face a truth more terrifying than any monster I’ve ever hunted, and I would burn the kingdom to the ground before I let another hunter touch him. Will this bond be our salvation or our ruin?
Anna_Baibe · 5.7k Views

Illusion Forms The Saga of Hidden Identity

ILLUSION FORMS — THE SAGA OF HIDDEN IDENTITY "Can a single thought become a death sentence? Can a spoken word reshape reality?" Legend speaks of an ancient era where power was so absolute that even a faint thought of betrayal or harm towards the Supreme beings resulted in instant death, regardless of distance. Their every word was an immutable law, and their 'Vows' were unbreakable chains of destiny. It is said that these terrifying powers were eventually bound within primordial Seals, for no mortal vessel could ever contain such a devastating cosmic weight without shattering. But where those powers went remains the world's greatest mystery. In a modern era dominated by vampires and shadows, three strangers find themselves entangled in a fate they cannot comprehend: The Silent Mask: A child who survives behind a fragile veil of innocence. Trusting no one and relying only on himself, he is a master of manipulation, subtly controlling the minds and circumstances of those around him for his own protection. He is the quiet storm that no one sees coming. The Invisible Pull: A youth with defiant eyes and unwavering confidence. He is haunted by an unexplainable magnetic pull toward people he has never met, as if his very soul is searching for its missing fragments. The Stern Shell: A ruthless protector who has turned his heart into stone to shield his own. Wary of outsiders and fiercely loyal, he guards his secrets with a cold, lethal precision. As the ancient Seals begin to crack, a terrifying question arises: Are these three merely victims of fate, or are they the very catastrophe the world tried to lock away? "A true ruler does not need a blade to conquer. He only needs to speak—and the world shall kneel."
Rahila_Khanam · 64.4k Views