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The Demon Dreamer

Nicholas and Harper are fugitives, hunted by their powerful families and The Glades for defying ancient laws. Their love is forbidden, their unborn child a threat to the supernatural order. As Harper’s pregnancy progresses, their abilities begin to fade, forcing them into hiding. Their only hope is sanctuary with a powerful witch in Salem. But fate has other plans. Harper gives birth prematurely, leaving both parents weakened—just enough for their newborn daughter, Emily, to be stolen from them. When they recover, they find that their powers have not only returned but they are even more potent than before. Abandoning their escape plan, they wage a ruthless war against their enemies, determined to uncover the truth and find their daughter. As days turn into weeks with no sign of Emily, Harper begins to unravel, tormented by guilt and the unbearable void where her child should be. But then Nicholas experiences something extraordinary—he can see through Emily’s eyes, feel her presence as if she is still with them. The visions lead them on a desperate hunt, uncovering a secret coven with ties to Harper’s own bloodline. Their search takes them from Salem to the mystical heart of the French Quarter, where an ancient prophecy foretells their daughter’s destiny. With time running out, they journey to Norway, where intrigues with old gods and forgotten powers await—some who seek to destroy Emily before she can claim her birthright. Nicholas and Harper will stop at nothing to bring their daughter home. But as they uncover the true nature of her existence, they must face a disturbing truth—saving Emily may come at the cost of unraveling the supernatural world itself.
Ugo_Izunwa · 1.2k Views

In Love With My Bully

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “Tell you what, Richard? What would you have done?” “I don’t know. Apologized sooner? Bought you a burger to make up for it?” Her eyes lit up with fire, “You think what you did to me… you think a burger can make up for it?” her eyes twinkled like she was fighting tears. Did I hurt her that badly? I was just a foolish teenager. “Nita, I am sorry. I was young, I was stupid. I wish I could take it all back and tell you how I feel instead of being a constant jerk to gain your attention.” “How did you feel that would justify what you did to me?” I paused for a minute, finding the words. “I had a huge crush on you at the time. And I didn’t know how to express myself. I was full of myself, I was the school’s ladies' man and the one girl I had eyes for didn’t even care if I existed,”  “And that justified what you did to me? Richard, you broke me. I can forgive you for ‘accidentally’ spilling your ice cream on me, or throwing my due assignment in the toilet, or the gum in my hair, or the glue in my chair but tell me how can I forgive you for what you did that night? Tell me!” “What night? Nita, what are you talking about?” “Remember when you asked me if I knew who sexually assaulted me?” I nodded, but what does that have to do with anything?  The more we spoke, the more confused I became. “You did and I cannot believe that you would stand there and pretend like it didn’t happen!” Nita has spent years trying to forget the torment she endured at the hands of Richard. When her family’s financial ruin forces her into an arranged marriage, she is horrified to find out the groom himself was her bully. Richard, a charming and successful businessman meets the first woman to be repulsed by him. Intrigued, he proposes a deal of a one year marriage of convenience. Navigating life as a couple, old wounds reopen, buried memories surface. As Richard learns more about his wife, he finds that he has enemies that followed him from his past to continuously cloud his wife’s judgement. Will Nita believe the truth and bury old wounds or will the pain of the past prove too strong to heal?
JoyceOrtsen · 171.8k Views

Alora: My Human Hybrid Luna

“He is here again”, I murmured to myself as I could feel the air shift in the room. I pulled my nightgown down to cover myself as cold and warmth enveloped me in a soothing embrace. It felt like a warm blanket had been wrapped around me. He smelled faintly of dark vanilla and something musky, something warm. I could feel his breath on my skin before the bed dipped. He pulled me closer and wrapped his hands around me. I closed my eyes and waited for his soothing murmurs in my ears. “Did you miss me”? He moaned into my ears. Alora Lance has been haunted by a faceless man who visits her dreams for as long as she can remember. His touch is electric, and his presence is peaceful and intoxicating but her waking life is anything but magical. She has nothing except a leaking roof over her head and a ruthless landlord threatening eviction. Then one day, she finds herself in a mating ceremony she was not supposed to attend. One accidental step into a world that should not exist. And everything changes. Dragged into a world that doesn't make sense in real life, Alora finds herself pulled into a past she knows nothing about and the enigmatic gaze of the man that had haunted her dreams except this is not a dream, it's a nightmare she may never escape, especially when the Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack marks her with a single look. And in his eyes, she is no longer invisible. She begins to question everything about her life and her past.
Gloria_Edet · 837 Views

The Barbarian’s Bride

Taken. Bound. Claimed. Vesaria was a lady of the south, refined, educated, untouchable. Until the night the rogue Northmen came. Stolen from her home, dragged across a frozen, unforgiving land, she is forced to wed the warlord who led the raid. Khan Azgar, the Black Wolf. A beast of a man, feared even among his own kind. But Vesaria refuses to break. She fights, she resists, she runs. And yet, no matter how far she goes, he always brings her back—stronger, faster, hungrier than before. He welcomes her fight, watches her struggle with a knowing, infuriating smirk. Every act of defiance only seems to amuse him, every escape attempt only tightens his hold. "You can seethe all you want," he murmurs, his breath hot against her ear. "But you are my wife now. And whether it’s tomorrow, next week, or moons from now..." His grip tightens, his voice dark with promise. "We both know exactly where you’ll end up—under me, gasping for more." How long must she endure this before her uncle’s men come for her? If they come at all. If there’s anything left of her to save. But hatred burns close to passion. And the more she fights him, the more she feels the heat in his gaze, the possessive weight of his touch, the undeniable pull of something dangerous and forbidden. "You think I don’t see it?" he taunts, pressing her against the furs. "The way your body betrays you, little rabbit? You fight me with every breath, and yet, you shudder so sweetly at my touch." She is his prisoner. His bride. And if she isn’t careful, she won’t just belong to him—she’ll want to.
QuillMistress · 6.5k Views