Dracula Author Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Mirabella Taylor was never meant to step foot inside the Windsor Estate. An orphan. A stripper. A mistake. But when a powerful billionaire tears her from the shadows and drops her into a life of luxury and lies, Bella is forced into a world where wealth rules—and the elite bite. Now she’s living under the same roof as the Windsor twins: Kaius and Kaden. Cold. Merciless. Lethal.And fate just made them her mates.They don’t want her.They want to break her. At school, they humiliate her. At home, they ignore her. And in the dark, when no one’s watching… they burn for her. But Mirabella didn’t survive this long just to be anyone’s victim. She’ll play their games. She’ll wear the crown they never

"Some one can see us," Rose whispered, her voice barely audible as she tried to steady her racing heart. She gazed into Darian's eyes, where a fire of lust burned brightly. She wanted to satiate her own desires, but what if her husband were to discover them in this intimate embrace? She was laying naked beneath him, vulnerable and exposed on the bed. "Ohh.... Darian," she pleaded, her words dripping with sensuality. "Someone can hear us." As the words escaped her lips, he silenced her with a possessive touch, his large hand enveloping her mouth. And With a surge of desire he plunged deep within her. ~ "There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable". This

When her brother’s life is buried under a crushing gambling debt, Alina Dusk agrees to marry Dorian Vale—the ruthless black-market king feared across the underworld. The bargain is simple: her brother’s freedom in exchange for her hand. But from the moment their vows are spoken, Dorian reveals a terrifying truth—he has been watching her for years, and now she is his to cage forever. What begins as a marriage of convenience spirals into a dangerous game of obsession, secrets, and betrayal. Alina tries to run, only to discover that Dorian knows her darkest secret: the night she killed a man. Caught in his grip, she becomes both his queen and his prisoner, forced to navigate a world of blood

Hades Blackwood, like his name sounded, was as dark as night. He is the King of Blackwood pack, a pack sworn to uphold secrecy and a threat to neighboring packs. However, under his all brooding personality is a child crying for help. A young lad whose dreams had been shattered, replaced with nothing but pain. Unlike others, Hades embraced this pain. He turned it into armor, a shield to protect himself with. Alpha Hades Blackwood, the well known powerful lycan king had always been hunted by a fragment of his past, of the night his parents and more than half of his pack had been massacred. He lives for revenge. Clamors for it. He’s always wanted revenge or so he thought until an o

“I won’t reject you. You’re going to be useful, rogue,” he murmured, his voice dangerously soft. “One way or another.” Before I could spit out a retort, his hand shot out and grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I’m gonna let you live in my pack for the sake of my pack, I need a heir and you will do well as my breeder”, The words hit me like a slap, cold and biting. As a breeder?!. The way he said it. THE ALPHA’S ROGUE MATE

Run, little faerie. Run. I’ve got all sorts of plans for when I finally catch you. Brock Hume is a lone wolf on the hunt, and right now, he’s after the most irresistible prey he’s ever encountered. He can’t help himself. Her scent, sweet like the heather blossoms from his homeland, calls to him. And those curves... he can’t wait to get his hands on them. And she’s running from him—a werewolf. Heather Knight might just be the most clueless faerie ever, but then again, she was raised as a human, so that probably shouldn’t be a surprise. She can't even tell when a man is something more than he seems. And she should’ve known—no mortal could be that hot. To protect her heart and her secret,

"Althea." I still. I shiver. He says my name like it's sacred, like it's an oath he's swearing. He tilts his head to the side, eyes roaming over my face. "Tell me," he murmurs, "what do you want me to call you?" My eyes slowly meet his, confused by his question. "What do you want to call me?" "I want to call you mine.” *** Althea Gray is a bullied omega who has fought for survival at every turn of her entire life. When she discovers her boyfriend of three years has been cheating on her, heartbreak is the least of her problems. She's been chosen for the deadly Mate Games, a brutal competition where females from all parts of the kingdom, fight for the chance to win the favor

TRIGGER WARNING!!! YOUR MORALS WILL NOT SURVIVE THIS BOOK!!! This story contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, stalking, emotional manip-ulation, and psychological control. It is unapologetically intense and unsettling in all the right (and wrong) ways. Be guided. *** Eight years ago, Shannon watched her stepbrother get handcuffed and taken to jail for a crime she committed. He took the fall for it without hesitation. Not because he was noble. God, no. But because obsession looks a lot like love when you're seventeen and scared. After that night, she never went to visit him in prison, nor did she reply to any of his letters. She buried him with the past and went

*Elies Robert is a shy yet determined senior who decides to finally confess her long-hidden crush through a love letter. However, her confession goes awry when the letter ends up in the hands of Damien, the school’s notorious bad boy. Rather than dismissing her, Damien claims Elies as his “girlfriend” to everyone, whether she likes it or not. As she tries to navigate the chaos that follows, she finds herself continuously drawn into Damien’s world of intense emotions, jealousy, and possessive attention.*

"Matteo, please..." I whispered. "Beg louder," he commanded, his lips brushing my ear as his free hand squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple until I gasped. "Please, Matteo. I need you." He smirked, satisfied, before sinking to his knees. His mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue parting me, slow and devastating. My hands flew into his hair, pulling, guiding, but he held me still, forcing me to endure every languid lick, every tease. When he finally sucked my clit into his mouth, I screamed, my legs trembling around his shoulders. "Come for me, piccola," he growled against my slick heat. The vibrations of his voice shattered me, pleasure ripping through me so violently I nearly collap