Demon Doors Fable 3 Novels & Stories

After an unfortunate incident 18 years ago, Sadie Trinity is now back in La Cuevas, to forget and move on from the past. Unfortunately, her scar on the upper part of her chest always reminds her of her dark days back then. That's why she always tend to abominate her scar and hide it from everyone. She thought it's just fine to live her life despising her scar, but not until she met Luke Harisson- the lead guitarist of the famous band in La Cuevas, together with her brother. He taught her things she have never learned before, and that is to accept and embrace her beautiful scars.

Book 1 - His Mate Book 2 - His Mate: The Demon King An unexpected union. Hatred turned to love. Mysteries arose. History explained. Unexpected fight and betrayal. The loss of a loved one and the quest to protect one. Aliyah found herself running around to protect herself and her unborn child while mourning the death of Prince Edward, her Mate. But it was proving difficult with the witches, rogues and everyone else after her and she will have to accept the help of the person she never thought would choose to help in such a dire time. Prince Edward awoke in a strange place with an unexpected companion who brings him news of His Mate almost every day but alas, he cannot meet her or talk to her himself. To do that, he will have to accomplish a task, a task so difficult that one error would cost him his only chance of ever being with his beloved again.

When she took his hand and pressed it between her thighs, he froze. Again, he looked at her, checking to make sure she was OK. Her hand was on top of his, her legs spread, her hips making small circles against his palm. “Baby? Are you sure?” “Yes.” “Jenny.” He took her chin and forced her eyes to meet his. “Completely sure?” “Yes.” She kissed him, her mouth hot and hungry. “Yes.” Chris pressed gently on her pussy, felt her incredible heat. With one finger, he found her through the material and she arched under him. Holy fuck, she’s so wet. So turned on. Oh, God, help me. **** Six years ago, Jennifer Sawyer survived something that nearly destroyed her. Now she’s rebuilt her life: successful restaurant, loyal friends, laughter reclaimed. There’s only one rule she refuses to break: no men. Not ever. Except Chris. He’s the only man she trusts… and even he’s never touched her. But when Jenny decides she’s ready to confront intimacy as part of her healing, there’s only one person she can ask. One name. One risk. Chris Brooker is a former Ranger turned mechanic, and he’s been quietly in love with Jenny since first sight. He knows her past is dark, even if he doesn’t know the details. When she asks for his help, desire collides with terror... of hurting her, of wanting too much, of losing her entirely. Step by fragile step, Jenny and Chris fight for every inch of trust and closeness. But healing changes everything. And the biggest question remains: is Jenny ready not just for touch, but for love?

Three days ago, I almost died. A birthday cake was needed for my sister, Rosa Esposito's birthday, so my dad told me to pick it up. He claimed that this was my way of making it up to Rosa for accidentally spilling coffee onto her new dress. When I was cornered in an alley by the thugs, I was in the middle of sending Rosa an apology text. They covered my mouth and dragged me into a van. That was when I heard them say, "Yup, that's her alright. That's the bitch named Rosa Esposito." I shook my head, trying to explain that I wasn't Rosa at all. But my name didn't matter at all when blows started raining down on me. That was how I spent the next three days in living hell. By the time I wake up in the hospital, my phone harbors a new family photo sent by Rosa. It features my dad, my older brother, Rafael Esposito, as well as my husband, Enzo Vitale. All three of them can be seen surrounding Rosa. When I was in the middle of getting pinned on the ground while feeling blades slashing my skin, these people were celebrating Rosa's birthday happily with her. Later on, Rosa smiles at my face. "Do you have any idea how much I hate that face of yours? I also hate how much better you are than me as well as the fact that everyone likes you more than me! "That's why I've robbed all of their love from you… be it Dad, Rafael, or your husband! You, on the other hand, deserve to be alone till the day you die!" At that moment, I've made three choices. First, I forge a miscarriage report. Next, I place a signed divorce agreement into a giftbox. Finally, I dial the number of my mentor, Sofia Bianchi. There, I agree to participate in a classified project research that will last for ten years without getting in contact with anyone. Since then, I, Valentina Esposito, have never existed in this world.

Liar. Selfish. Murderer. Asshole. All of these, and then some, can be and have been used to describe Dan Sanders—depending on who you ask. But if you know Dan, then you also know he wouldn’t bother denying any of it. However, the one thing no one ever has or ever will truthfully be able to call him is a coward. Especially, not his estranged crackpot brother, Chris. Though it's true that following the Rebecca Fairchild incident, the Sanders gang is in hot water. Dan has never been one to turn and run from a fight, and he doesn’t plan to start now. So while Chris may be brutal and undoubtedly brilliant, he would do best to remember what he lacks in mercy Dan lacks in morality. And there isn’t much he can’t or won’t do when you threaten those he cares for. A rivalry forged and bound by blood is nearing its climax. Chris the unforgiving versus Dan the unyielding. Let's just hope our anti-hero can clear his family's name before the bodies pile up and time runs out.

~ Ducan : Demon king ~ My kingdom is on the verge of distraction and my race is about to perish in a blink of an eye. What I need is a blessed maiden who can only be found once per hundred years. A virgin girl with the favour of the gods, who will open her legs for me In order to restore the power slipping away from me. To balance my kindom and the reels of hell, I need her to carry my seed so I could secure my position and forever rule my kind. Once my eyes are set on her, she will become mine with or without her approval, affections or consent.

"Please, I don't know what grudge you have against my bloodline but I have nothing to do with it" Beth begged. "I'm going to enjoy tearing you piece by piece, limp by limp until nothing is left then I will leave them for your daddy dearest to find" he paused for a moment, his dark eyes trailing up and down her frail figure as though sizing her up. "I just have to figure out a way to get it done. You don't deserve an easy death. None of your filthy bloodline does" He growled at her as his grip fell from her face and her body immediately fell into an unstoppable trembling. *** Elizabeth Lincoln is what you could describe as young and naive with her innocent smile and green orbs. Fresh out of college and ready to live the life she has always wanted after being locked in a boarding school since age eight. Everything came crashing to the floor right when she finally thought she was about to live the life she has always wanted. Alpha Asher Romano Vega, better known as the demon Alpha has only one thing in mind when he set out that faithful day. To rip out the throat of the one man who has caused him so much pain and torment. Bradley Lincoln has taken something from him two years ago and now, he is out to return the favor. Warning: This is a story of revenge and malicious intent. Totally not for the faint in heart as they will be strong adult language, rape, sexual content etc. Read only if you are up for it.

“I didn’t just save your sister’s life, Elara. I bought yours. And I’m a man who expects a return on his investment.” Elara didn’t have options. Her sister was dying, the doctors had given up, and the only thing left in the house was an old grimoire and a ritual she was never supposed to touch. So she touched it. Now she belongs to Vane ,demon, Duke of the Seventh Circle, and the most terrifying man she has ever stood in front of. He doesn’t look like what she expected. He looks like someone who buys companies before breakfast and ruins people for sport. Cold, beautiful, and completely unbothered by the fact that he now owns her life. The deal was simple. Her sister lives. Elara obeys. Except the mark he burned into her skin doesn’t say owned. It says sacrifice. And the more time she spends inside his world , his rules, his house, his dangerous, suffocating presence ,the more she realises that Vane didn’t just answer her call that night. He’d been expecting it. She just doesn’t know why yet. And maybe that’s the most terrifying thing about him not the power, not the contract, not the way he looks at her like she’s something he’s been waiting centuries for. It’s that she’s starting to look back.

Princess Zayla was the price of a debt her father couldn’t repay. The man he owed wasn’t ordinary. Lord Asher, cold, cruel, feared in every kingdom, didn’t want gold or lands. He wanted her. And so she was sent into the arms of the man everyone whispered about in fear. Could she survive him? Could she soften the ice around his heart, or was she nothing more than a pawn?

Hazel loses so much in such little time. Betrayed, abandoned and lost, she accidentally summons a demon. Although the idea of selling her soul seems absurd at the beginning, several attempts to end her life make her realize just how much she needs his protection. All in good time, a signature is all it takes for him to aid her in her new found quest for revenge.