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Sold to the Mountain King

My father sold me to settle a gambling debt. I didn’t know until the man I’d been serving coffee to for two months pulled out my chair at a brunch table in Vail. An engagement clause with my name on it, signed eight weeks ago without my knowledge. My father couldn’t look at me. Cole Ashford couldn’t stop looking. Cole is the CEO of Palisade and leader of the 303. He bought my father’s debt in one night. He told him the clause was worthless before the ink dried—and let him sign it anyway. He knows my lease, my coffee, my life. He broke into my apartment while I was in Vail and left a cup of coffee brewed exactly the way I brew it, still warm when I walked through the door. I hated him. I hated more the way my body wouldn’t agree. His voice landed behind my ribs and spread where it had no business spreading. His gaze dropped to my mouth and I felt it on my skin for hours. The most dangerous man in Denver looked at me like I was the only thing his empire couldn’t buy. I wanted to burn the part of me that responded. I built Treeline from three years of tips and a lease in Union Station. Now I’m discovering the ground beneath it was his before I laid the first brick—engineered by a man who doesn’t take what he wants. He builds a world where what he wants walks in on its own. But every touch he takes gives him nothing. Granite and ice. Every touch I choose to give him changes everything. He thinks he claimed me. He’s wrong. The only version of me worth having walks in on her own. And I haven’t decided yet.
MoonCow · 4.1k Views

Blood Moon: The Lycan's Queen

"He was her past, present, and future. She was his beginning and end." ______________ Synopsis Luna wanted revenge, surprisingly not on the alpha who rejected her, but on the man who claimed her as his bride, the man who was none other than the Lycan King, Alpha of Alphas. Luna Harristone was the pack's outcast, ridiculed all her life because she had'nt awakened her wolf by age 19. The alpha who claimed he loved her and promised to make her his bride rejected her like trash. Luna felt like her life had no meaning until the news spread that the feared Lycan King, Draven Iranov, was arriving. At the banquet, he claimed her as his bride. but his eyes triggered a flood of memories of the man who killed her parents. Draven Iranov is a twisted, emotionless king, notorious for his merciless deeds. Many called him a monster; his behavior and actions were pure evil. he was the monster that lurked in the shadows. Draven claimed he knew her. But Luna only remembered him as the monster who killed her parent. And wanted nothing to do with him. The problem? Luna wanted to kill him, but he wants to marry her. will she be able to escape the clutches of the heartless king? or will she have to face the demons of her past, all alone. _______________ [WARNING: Mature Content 18+. No Rape] #Excerpt "Did you go meet him again, my sweet girl?" a voice whispered in her room. Luna spun towards the sound, but only a shadow lingered on her bed. She gasped as the figure rose, stepping towards her. "I... I... hmm...” she stuttered, her mind racing for excuses. She had thought he wasn't in the packhouse today. "No need for excuses, my sweet lamb," the voice cooed. "Now, are you ready for your punishment?" __________ Connect with me (to see pics of characters) Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61586502603479&mibextid=LQQJ4d Instagram: Author Mimidaniels_ Discord: https://discord.gg/9YQ9yC9jP
MimiDaniels_ · 12.5k Views

SILVER PRISON THE CHRONICLES OF EPHPHATHA CALLED BUT CONFRONTED

The Silver Prison: The Chronicles of Ephatha By Ngozi Patricia Okeke-Anyichie The World Before the Prison Long before the Chronicles fractured reality into layered worlds, there was a civilization hidden deep within the mountains of South Asia—a place where ancient magic flowed through the soil like rivers beneath the earth. This land, rich with history and sacred knowledge, guarded a mysterious relic known as the Cursed Bloom, a crystalline flower said to possess the power to reshape existence itself. The Bloom was not simply magic. It was memory, sacrifice, and creation woven into one living artifact. For generations, its power was kept hidden from the outside world by a secret order known as the Keepers—forty-eight guardians sworn to protect the balance between worlds. But balance never survives desperation. When shadowy beings known as Void Seekers discovered the Bloom’s existence, they descended upon the land like a plague of darkness. Entire villages were consumed. The sky turned to ash, and the mountains themselves trembled as the barrier between realities began to tear. At the center of this chaos stood Rehaan, a brilliant scholar and Keeper whose love for his family was stronger than his loyalty to the order. As the Void Seekers closed in and the world around him burned, Rehaan made a decision that would reshape reality forever. He stole the Cursed Bloom. Not to save the world. But to save his daughter. The Birth of the Silver Prison Using the stolen fragment of the Bloom, Rehaan tore open the boundaries of reality and created a hidden pocket dimension—a sanctuary where the Void Seekers could never reach them. He called it Oak Heaven. Inside this carefully crafted world, time flowed gently. The skies were always golden, the gardens forever blooming, and the winds carried the scent of jasmine. It was a paradise untouched by war or suffering. But paradise always demands a price. The immense magic required to sustain Oak Heaven could not exist without a power source. To maintain the barrier separating this world from the dying remains of the original one, the Bloom needed a living anchor. And the only being powerful enough to sustain it was the child whose life Rehaan had sworn to protect. Avianna. Without ever knowing it, Avianna became the beating heart of the Silver Prison. Her life force fed the barrier that kept the sanctuary alive. Every breath she took strengthened the walls that sealed her away from reality. For twenty years, Avianna grew up believing her father’s story—that the outside world had collapsed into chaos and that Oak Heaven was the last refuge of their people. She had never seen a storm. Never walked through a crowded marketplace. Never experienced the raw unpredictability of life beyond the garden walls. Everything she knew had been carefully designed. Beautiful. Perfect. And entirely false. The Cracks in Paradise As Avianna reaches her twentieth year, strange things begin to happen within Oak Heaven. The wind freezes in place without warning. Birds stop mid-flight. Time itself seems to pause for brief, unsettling moments. These disturbances are subtle at first, but Avianna senses something deeper beneath them—a vibration beneath the illusion, as though the world around her is slowly unraveling. Her father dismisses her concerns, insisting that the barrier is merely being strengthened against outside threats. But Avianna can feel the truth pressing against her chest like a second heartbeat. Something is calling to her. Something beyond the prison walls. That call becomes impossible to ignore when a stranger appears within the supposedly impenetrable sanctuary. His name is Kaelen. He is not dressed like the elegant scholars and advisors who populate Oak Heaven. His clothes are torn, his eyes are sharp with survival, and his presence carries the weight of a world far harsher than the one Avianna knows. Kaelen claims to be one of the remaining Keepers—a guardian whose duty was meant to protect the bala
Empress_Ngozzy · 505 Views

The Ghost of the Volkov Empire

I arrived in the Volkov Empire like a shadow slipping through walls. Footprints erased before they could dry. A blank file where a history should be. Nothing but a blade of deceit meant to cut through the strongest crime syndicate in the city. Rafe Volkov leads the Commission not through shouts or threats but through an unshakable calm that bends others by presence alone. His word shapes the rules. His silence enforces them. Foolish of him not to catch on right away. That was my belief anyway. I told him my brother vanished into the hands of traffickers. I told him justice was all I wanted. Every word a blade. Every tear a strategy. Truth was something I kept from him completely. My hands ended my brother’s life. And one by one using Rafe’s power the witnesses are vanishing into silence. Yet the deadliest Alpha in the city never rose without seeing every shadow. His gaze shifted. Not a word came. Just stillness until recognition settled like dust in light. Not the ghost. The architect. She built walls high enough to keep out every threat except him. He steps past defenses without asking why they exist. His gaze lands on truths others avoid. And when he learns everything he stays. The Ghost of the Volkov Empire is a dark mafia romance where loyalty twists like smoke and love is the most dangerous weapon of all. Dark Mafia Romance. Slow Burn. Morally Grey Heroine. Ruthless Alpha. Psychological Tension. Pack Law Politics. 18+ The empire has rules. Every one she touched turned to dust. He watched her do it. Now what?​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​
Cute_Kingsley · 2.4k Views