Au Pair Ke Inggris Novels & Stories

“I hate wolves!" I declared “W-why?” Ruda looked back at Yohan in horror as I continued. “They're the most disgusting animals on this planet. If I ever see one I’m gonna shoot it right there. They're gross and vile! I hate them so Goddamn much!” My words were full of spite. I’ve always hated wolves but I was soon brought out of my hate-filled thoughts when the dish Yohan was holding crashed on the floor. “Oh no…” I heard a whisper from Ruda's mouth as some veins on Yohan's neck turned purple and he began coughing up blood. I began to run towards him too when Yohan looked at me and yelled, “Stop!!! Don’t come near me!!” I froze in my place. All the coughing and throwing up blood had made his breathing ragged. He was having a hard time even trying, “Don’t come near me…” His angry voice shattered my feelings. It made me feel bad that even in that condition, he wouldn't let me near him *** Yohan is a very powerful white wolf who's also the current CEO of his family's company in the human world yet still he's not the confirmed heir to it since his people believe he will die young because of the curse he has. His only way to break is by meeting his fated partner. Maya, a human, is determined to finish her studies and not engage in any romantic stuff. That is until she meets Yohan in an unexpected situation. Unbeknownst to her she is Yohan's fated pair but has no knowledge of the world he lives in. And unbeknownst to Yohan, Maya has many mysteries surrounding herself as well along with many differences.

My ex-husband is getting married. and.... I’m the one hired to plan the wedding. My name is Arabella Paloma Garcia. Five years ago, I was arranged to marry an Italian heir with an angel’s face and the personality of something between a blizzard and a natural disaster: Rafael Vittorio Ricciardi. We spent one year of marriage arguing hard enough to make a lawyer retire early. Then his ex came back, and I left with a divorce bracelet on my finger… and a pair of babies in my belly. Now I live in San Francisco. I own a wedding planning company, I’m a single mom to two demon twins, and I’m very, very proud of the fact that the name Ricciardi doesn’t appear anywhere in my life. Until one email lands in my inbox: Ricciardi–Marino Wedding. Groom: Rafael Vittorio Ricciardi. Bride: Alessandra Marino… the woman who once became the reason I got kicked out of his life. I should’ve said no. But Alessandra is infuriating, and I want to prove I’m over Rafael. So I take the job. But he walks in with a cold stare that sends my stomach straight to the floor. No recognition. A helicopter crash two years ago wiped six years of his life. Including me. Including our marriage. Perfect. I’ll plan my ex-husband’s wedding, send him down the aisle, and go back to my life. The plan goes smoothly. Right up until the wedding day. The bride disappears. The guests are waiting. The media is already rolling. And Rafael closes the bridal suite door… drops a bomb that earns him my fist in his face: “You’re the one who going to walk down the aisle with me.”

I had always been a people pleaser. Yet somehow, I ended up transmigrating into the role of the vicious wife of a general. After three years away at war, Scott Holden returned and brought his so-called true love back with him. I handed over the main bedroom without hesitation, cooked for her myself, stayed up all night stitching a pair of matching pillows, and even had all the staff lined up to welcome her properly. But instead of being pleased, Jennifer Cross burst into tears. "This is all my fault. I have no name, no status, yet I'm staying here at Holden Residence, letting Lillian humiliate me like this. If that's the case, I'll just leave!" It hit me all at once. So that was what she wanted. A proper title. So I drafted a divorce letter for Scott myself, brought it to him, and said with an ingratiating smile, "After you divorce me, could you maybe keep me on the side as a mistress? My parents are gone. I don't have anywhere else to go." Scott flew into a rage. "I see right through your little tricks. Jennifer is just staying here temporarily. Are you really that petty?" From that day on, he never set foot in my room again. Then one day, enemy forces attacked. Jennifer and I were both captured and strung up on the city wall, forcing Scott to choose between us. Before he could even decide, I shouted eagerly, "I'll die, I'll die! I'm totally willing! I love that rush you get from falling from high up, that adrenaline spike!" After all, once I died, I could finally go home. But for the first time, Scott's eyes turned red with panic.

Eloise never thought that she would be chosen, even by her own family, she did not think that the Elf king would see her and genuinely care for her. Not like she cared for it though, or at least that was what she told herself over and over. She did not care, she had gotten over it. The betrayal from her parents, the back stabbing from her sister and even worse, her mate. With the chance to make things right, Eloise grabs at the opportunity, deciding not to waste her time to the worthless piece of trash that was her mate and life was… Perfect. Except one small thing people of the Elf realm were happy with the mating pair, the couple decides to do everything in their power to fight against all But what happens when love isn’t enough? * “look into my eyes” he grabbed my face, making me look nowhere else but at him. “say it, say that you want me and would not let me go” he begged, his voice carrying this harshness but his eyes… “say that you would not let me go or I swear by the heavens, I would not let you go until you do” his hands on my thigh suddenly became too hot, making it impossible to breathe properly. “Dren… ” my voice came out a whisper. holding on to him not planning to let him go. “I need you to get the hell out” I was breathing heavily, “then say it” he carried my second leg around him, making the only thing holding him up the wall and his huge frame. “say it like you mean it” something in his eyes screamed hungry, making me bite my lips in anticipation. “say it my precious, don’t make me wait…

I grew up fatherless, clawing my way through the Chicago underbelly with my mom. She always said he loved us. That he just had to go far, far away. Until she got terminally ill. I dropped out of design school and rushed back, ready to drain our life savings to treat her. But she put a pair of scissors to her own throat. She told me not to touch the cash. It was the only thing she had to leave me. I pretended to agree. But the second I turned around, I took our fifty grand and ran to Mr. Sal, the neighborhood's back-alley doctor. I begged him to save her. "Fifty grand? This buys her three months. Tops." He lit a cigarette. Through the smoke, his eyes bored into me. Like he was looking at a ghost. "Your mother... she was once the brightest jewel in Chicago. Gave it all up for a man. That man took her money and became the city's real estate king. He's Mob-connected. Maybe you should go ask him for help." I took that poison home with me. And I didn't breathe a word. When she found out I spent the money, she held me and cried. "My foolish girl, why are you so stubborn? I'm dying anyway. What about your school? How will you pay for it?" But while I took care of her, I tore through all her old things, looking for proof of that bastard's betrayal. On the night of his empire's 20th-anniversary gala, I crashed his party. I brought two things: a blood-stained marriage certificate, and a lawyer. "I'm looking for Nico Russo. He can either honor a twenty-year-old marriage... or he can sign these divorce papers."

“Let me go!” He laughed, crimson bleeding into his irises and his fangs glinting with delight. Wrapping her legs around himself he cupped her behind that peeked from under the shorts she had on, licking at her ear, purring. “Did you like my presents?” Nyx scowled, pushing hard at his chest, hating the way her breath hitched in her throat from his touch, hating the little gasps that left her lips from the tingles she felt when his hands continued to graze her skin. “The flimsy clothes or the fact that you just turned me a feeder?” “Both. I thought you'd appreciate my gifts.” “Give me the antidote,” Draven cocked a brow, almost laughing at her pinced expression. Slowly bringing his face closer to hers, their lips merely inches apart he spoke, “Beg for it,” “You promised! You said you would give it to me!” “I didn't say when, did I? Maybe if you try to be a good little girl, I might as well be generous and offer you the cure you so desperately seek.” ††★★†† On the verge of the 21th century with vampires seizing power from humans, domineering them and plunging them back into the medieval times, Nyx a human hunter struggling to adapt to having the undead around becomes a vampire killer herself. Until she crosses path with the ever-so-deadly King of vampires, Draven. Claiming her under the ruse of a mate bond and condemning her to a life of slavery, he makes her the empire's whore. But as the pair grows close, Nyx slowly begins to pry off his bravado and shatter his world, opening the cold hearted vampire to a new kind of emotion. When the court demands a pure blooded queen, he knows he has more to protect than just the empire.

In my last life, Kyle Ravenwood and I were the mate pair every wolf in Ravenwood Pack envied. He was the Alpha of our pack. I was Alia Blackthorn, his fated mate and the Luna he had chosen in front of the Moon Council. Under the full-moon bonfire, he went down on one knee, took my hand, and swore he would never recognize anyone but me as his Luna. After that, we led Ravenwood together until our hair turned silver. So when I opened my eyes and found myself back at the beginning, before his public Luna announcement, I thought he would come for me again. Instead, I heard him in the healer's back room, speaking in a low voice to his most trusted guard. "In my last life, Lila was sent to the Frostfang Pack as an alliance bride. She didn't survive a year there. I can't watch that happen again." "I’ll complete the mate contract with Lila first. Two days from now, once she gets past that death trap, I’ll break the contract and go back for Alia." His guard sounded uneasy. "And Miss Alia? She’s your fated mate." Kyle fell silent for a moment. When he answered, his voice was so low it seemed pressed down by the dark. "The witch’s forgetting potion will make her forget me for a while. When this is over, I’ll bring her the antidote and make her remember. She loves me. She’ll understand." He didn’t know I was standing right outside the door. He didn’t know the witch’s forgetting potion had never had a true antidote. Two days from now, I’ll forget him completely.

One man, One Deal, One Night. Icen Evren Knight Was Mine. I met a billionaire on a lie. I was his temporary Cinderella. He was my prince, all sharp edges and expensive sin. That night ruined me. He took my breath. He set my body on fire. Icen was savage. I kept the ring he gave me—proof that the magical moment was real. But I had to run. No note, no goodbye. I became a ghost. That one-night mistake became my whole life. A pair of midnight eyes. A tiny heartbeat. Our son. I had to keep moving, running constantly to save our son. My past is a killer. He took my twin sister. He wants me dead. That constant running saved me from two things: the man who killed my sister, and the father of my child that I left behind. Four years later, fate threw me back to the man who ruined me. He’s still painfully gorgeous. He still smells like expensive sin. Now? He hates me. To him, I’m a ghost. A liar who ran. A mistake he wished to undone. The cruelest curse: He’s my boss. I’m his employee. We breathe the same air, I have no fairy good mother or a magic wand to save me from his wrath. I need to toughen up. I must fit into his world. Not for me, but for the boy whose face reminds me of the man I ache for. Now I have two predators: the powerful boss who wants me exposed, and the killer who wants me buried. I'll sacrifice everything for my son. Because fairytales are for fools, and I’m living proof of a dream that may not come true.

The Falcon Ridge Series Book 3 Six months after the Battle for Black Lake Luke Jackson: Having been with the unit for six years and after the mess in Black Lake, I'm tired. I need to retire. Go home to Red Rock. I haven't been back there since I joined. But my dad tells me the crime there is getting bad and he needs my help with a biker gang called The Lycans. After staying home for six months and seeing nothing being done, I decide I'm headed to California. I don't want my pack. Before I leave, I have one last party. By the time I head home, I'm so drunk I can't see straight. When I see a guy getting beat up, I try to be a hero, but it only ends with me getting beat too. The only thing I remember is a pair of gorgeous green eyes. Alexi Torrent: I am the daughter of the notorious Draco Torrent. Alpha of the Dragons. After my father was murdered and my home destroyed by the Alliance, I vow revenge. I have a plan to enact my vengence on the woman who killed my father. I need resources so I join with The Lycans. I was just about to get what I needed from a contact when the drunk Alpha stumbled upon me. He called me out and my contact ran away. I was angry. I was going to make him pay. That was until I saw his hazel eyes. He may have been a drunk fool, but there was something different about him. So I spare his life. It turns out to be a big mistake for my plans.

“You belong to me completely, and I'd still want every piece of you. But let's get one thing clear, you do not possess the qualities of being my Luna. I never mated or marked you, meaning there's absolutely nothing, no bond, between us.” “A-A-Alpha Kane. Please.” No. It's not happening. The way he touches me, holds me, breathes me in… made me think otherwise. Was he really serious? Destined to become the Luna and Fated Mate to Alpha Kane of the Ridgewood pack. Among many mates in this world, why did the Moon Goddess pair me with Alpha Kane, the one who can have his pick of hundreds of concubines, yet he's the one who chose to reject me? ~~~~~ His words pierced Anya’s heart deeply. “Rejection.” The least she could expect from her boss who turned out to be her mate. He adored her beauty and bravery, but those were privileges he only valued behind closed doors. He didn't feel an ounce of love for her. Then, why was his desire for her, or rather—- her body? He stood before the crowd holding another lady’s hand. Meena—his past lover. Cast aside with nowhere to go, Anya flees from everything including her pack, and decides to start over as a lone wolf. When the exiled Alpha Larry finds her, he is smitten by the stubborn wolf that refuses to acknowledge his intentions and existence. He fights to be her second-chance mate, latent wolf or not. She became his obsession, following her, protecting her. ***** Follow Anya as she discovers her true identity and ability, and navigates her love life even as Kane tries to get her back after finding out that Meena’s loyalty is a sham and that she is a spy plotting to destroy him from within.