OLE Miss Rebels

** Trigger Warnings - this is a DARK werewolf/vampire bullyboy romance book, featuring non-con/dub-con, gaslighting, violence, and a range of very kinky group sex bxg and bxb, sounding, masochism, bondage, BDSM, Daddy-Dom, and more ** I know a secret. I wonder if you know it too? Havermouth is in the grips of the Van Helsings, and the Triquetra, Talen and Aislen have become separated. Talen and Heath are searching for their three missing mates, whilst Rhett and Cameron are discovering just what August has been up to. None of Aislen's mates know that she's been taken prisoner by the Van Helsing's torturer, Sparrow. Sparrow is on a mission, and he plans to use Aislen to find Meguitte. Things don't stay quiet in Havermouth, and the explosions at the school didn't just free the pack from the Van Helsings. Every war needs a rebellion, and the Van Helsings are about to get one.

Blurb The downpour washed the dark alleys of Ole Keating Village like Jupiter is wrathful towards the small town. Every time the lightning slashes the skies sending frightening thunders everywhere, the little boy’s strides become faster. “You’ve got nowhere to run, boy.” He harshly covered his ears just to get away from the taunting voice. The heavy rain somehow managed to wipe the blood from his body yet the pain unrelenting to grow. He fell on his knees resulting in another painful and ugly scratch to bleed. He looks like a beaten rag. He hasn’t eaten for days and the fearsome encounter he just escapes didn’t guarantee his safety. Even limping, he tried to get on his feet just to stumble and fall on the cold, hard ground again. A loud sound of the honking car filled his ears as the blinding light approaches closer. Surrendering, he lied flat on the ground wishing the pain finally ends. Sounds of boots slapping the water from the road come into his senses but he’s too weak to care. Someone’s checking on him but all that he can think of right now is the girl she left alone in the old warehouse. “S-save her…” he mumbled, tasting blood in his mouth, “Please save her.” The darkness pulled him and he finally gave in.

I abandoned her eight years ago. Not for me, for her, to keep her away from the cruel fate of being my mate, our kind's future queen. Now a fucking ATM card ligned our fate once again. *** Drake Lockhart is the hidden latest monarch of werewolf kind. Who knows being away from his family got him to found his luna? And boy, she is perfect! Even after discovered the fact that she was raised as a human, Drake didn't faltered, he accept and loving Moira and wants only the best for her. But the war found his pack, and pushed him to left her side, for her safety. She left alone and broken. Right years had passed when Moira found her mate is stand tall in font of her door. Will Moira let him sashaying his way into her life again? If so, what kind of queen will she be?

Introvert. The most common word that best describes Marigold. She loves being alone and she has her own world through her headphone. But what if she meet an extrovert? Completely opposite to what she is? What will be the role of an extrovert to her life?

THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX SCENES. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. When Tabby finds herself drugged and kidnapped by a Mafia boss who demands his missing money back, she is totally blindsided. She's never met this man or gambled a day in her life. And when the casino's head of security (who also happens to be a total hottie) is the one doing the tying up and handling, she needs to figure out things fast. With her life in danger, she soon figures out that it's her identical twin sister that they really wanted if only she can convince them before it's too late.

Perfection is something we all desire but what happens when the desire for perfection becomes the sole foundation of our life? In Eliza's case, things take a nasty turn. Hearts get broken, bodies will be found, blood will be shed, and a monster will be made. Beauty is pain. Eliza can testify to this. But how much pain will she have to go through, to remain beautiful? Get your blankets and your holy books. It's about to get real...