Forbidden Dream Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

“My body aches to taste you,” Alpha Dante growled against his Luna’s neck, his breath hot and ragged as it brushed over her skin. “Mmhmmm… Then take a bite,” Stormy whispered, trembling as Alpha Dante’s fangs grazed her skin. ****** When the moon rises, desire takes over, and lust turns into something far more dangerous. Forbidden Werewolf desires is a wild collection of stories where pleasure knows no bounds, pulsing with lust, power, and surrender. Within its pages, raw hunger, overwhelming sensations, and forbidden cravings ignite between Werewolves and mortals, mates and rivals, predators and prey. Each story smolders with primal tension, where dominance melts into submission and every touch burns with ecstasy and damnation, leaving you trembling, wet, and desperate for more. Alphas crave Omegas. Omegas ache for Alphas. Betas burn for ecstasy.

Alaana, daughter of the strongest Alpha King of the Green Moon Pack, has been searching for her mate for years. At 20, with no mate in sight, her father arranges a marriage with Rylan, the Beta's son-a man loyal to the pack and her childhood best friend. With a sense of duty, Alaana prepares to sacrifice her dreams of a fated bond for the good of her people. But everything changes on her wedding day when she shares a gaze with her fated mate-a mystical Omega servant hidden in the sea of faces. The bond is instant, undeniable, and forbidden. Alaana is now torn between her heart and her responsibilities. Her choices will either mean an opposition to her father, pack, and centuries of traditions or giving up the person born to be hers. Will Alaana follow her heart, risking the stability of her pack? Or will she embrace her duty and walk away from love gifted by fate? As the strongest bond clashes with the heaviest burden, Alaana has to decide what kind of Luna she is to be.

"Is my Seraphina afraid of me? " She pressed her shivering naked body more against the wall to prevent getting touched by the bare skin of the owner of that raspily husky voice . "So you don't want me to touch you? But you had no problem getting touched by him, Seraphina? " Her eyes filled with tears hearing his words because her mind immediately recalled the face of her friend and how brutally he had killed him. "Then why are you afraid of getting touched by me, Princess?" She unlatched her lashes and immediately tried to free herself from him but her body turned into ice when he pinned her wrists against the wall and pressed his drenched body against her. "Hadn't I fucking warned you to stay away from him? But no, my little princess wanted to defy me? And look, her defiance made me to take another life, " A soul quivering smirk crept on his lips by watching the terror emerging into her alluring azure eyes . "So ,I guess now we have to make her obey me and for that, I have a very precious way to teach her, " His hand roamed over her naked skin. "A forbidden way which will hurt my princess a lot, " He squeezed her soft bosoms, making her whimper. "But the more pain she will feel, the more pleasure she is going to get through that way, " He chuckled when he found her struggling, like a kitten. "The more you will fight it, the more it's going to hurt, Princess," His hand went down to her lower abdomen And her blood drenched from her body, feeling his knuckles grazing against her lower region tenderly. "You're mine," His hand went down more to taint her purity. "You belong to Arzal Darius Grayson, Sera." *DARK ROMANCE*

Because of her first love's piano competition, my fiancee, Ashley Blake, postpones our wedding for the 17th time seven years into our relationship. On the eve of the competition, she chops off my ring finger just because Marc Tyson claims I injured his hand and ruined his ability to compete. The pain of losing my finger leaves me crying in agony, but she simply holds him in her arms and stares me down with indifferent eyes. She says, "Stop pretending, Troy Clinton. You're a grown man. What's all this fuss over losing a finger? Besides, you merely lost one finger. Marc has lost the dream he spent his whole life chasing! This is what you owe him." Her cruel words shatter my heart into tiny pieces. She has forgotten that my fingers are also meant to dance across piano keys. "The wedding next week is postponed," she says dismissively while covering Marc's reddened fingers. She adds, "This has nothing to do with Marc. It's simply because you can't wear a wedding ring with a missing finger anyway." Clutching my bleeding hand, I finally wake up to reality. From this moment onwards, we owe each other nothing.

Blurb: Drowning in debt and grief, Serena Voss never expected salvation to come in the form of Daniel Hawthorne. The city’s coldest and most feared billionaire. Daniel Hawthorne came, offering her a deal she can’t afford to refuse. “Become my mistress, and I’ll erase your past.” She tells herself it’s just a transaction. But Daniel isn’t just powerful. He’s addictive. The closer he gets, the harder it is to breathe, let alone resist. Love was never part of the deal. But now her heart is on the line...

"Temptation so strong that it ended up crossing all limits of madness." "S-Stay b-back Adrian, p-please." His leather boots clanked against the tiled floor as the sobbing girl continued crawling backwards while watching the man with alarmed eyes. His expression was stern, but the streaks of red covering the bottom of his almond eyes indicated his wrath. "Get up. There's no need for you to be afraid." He tried calming her down, but she knew it was all a pretence. She tried escaping him; there's no way he could be calm about it. Her heart lurched in her mouth as her back hit the cold wall. Placing his knee on the floor, Adrian crouched down to her level and raised his hand to wipe her tears. "Sshh. First, calm down," he soothed her and caressed her cheek. Running his fingers through her locks, he gently swept them from her face and cupped the back of her head. Claire squirmed in unease as she felt his fingers gliding through her bare nape. "W-What are you doing?" Her struggles turned frantic as his grip turned rough. From the corner of her eyes, she saw him pulling out a syringe. Her eyes widened in horror, and before she could understand, he pierced the needle deep into her flesh. "Now you can go wherever you want to." Her heart stopped. He just planted a tracker inside her.

***WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS LOTS OF EXPLICIT SCENES, VIOLENCE, AND VULGAR LANGUAGE*** To the world, I am Alberto Morello. A ruthless asshole, merciless, dangerous, the definition of death. But to Francisco Blanco, I am his brother, his best friend, the man that swore to rule the world we live in alongside him. That’s why when he asked me to be the godfather of his only daughter, Isadora, I didn’t hesitate to accept. I may be a coldhearted bastard to just about everyone in this bloody world, but I swore to care for that little girl as my own. What I never expected was for that little girl to grow into the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. I tried to fight the attraction, knowing that it was the one line I couldn’t cross. I couldn’t do that to my best friend, to his sweet girl. I am sick in all ways imaginable, and I couldn’t do that to them, to her… But when they both team up against me to get me to come back home after years staying away, will I be able to stop myself from falling into temptation? And if I do have a taste of the forbidden, will I be able to stop?

Timothy Regio was happy to be married well to one Spanish baroness when he met her on his trip to Lacul Rosu, Romania. He met his wife there and instantly got married. He thinks it was love at first sight but Tim barely scratches the surface. Isabella Eleanora Rodriguez, the 15th Baroness of Andalucia, Spain has one month to find a husband or everything will go to her bloodsucking uncle from Romania on her father's side. Unable to see that her inheritance whisked away, Isabella married the first man that she saw in a bar at Lacul Rosu, Romania. Her new husband, Tim, did not know about her true identity. What happened when one day, Tim came home and found out that his wife, Isabella was doing something unimaginable? Would he run away or face the music of getting inside a moment that was vulnerable for blue blood?

"You can scream. Nobody's coming to save you." His c^ck is buried so deep I feel it in my ribs. My wrists are tied above my head with his belt while another man feeds his c^ck into my mouth. I'm gagging, drooling, mascara running down my cheeks, and my pussy is clenching so hard the one inside me groans. * * * This book contains extreme sexual content on every page. Gangbangs. Breeding. BDSM. Knotting. Choking. Double penetration. If your pussy isn't throbbing by the end of this warning, this book isn't for you. If you want something filthy. Something with thick cocks and rough hands and a voice that growls "good girl" while he's buried inside you. Something you'd never say out loud but your body responds to so hard your panties are wet before the fantasy even finishes playing. This book is that fantasy. Ten times over. C^cks shoved down throats until she's choking and drooling and begging with her eyes because her mouth is too full to speak. Pussies stretched around men so thick her walls ache for days. Two c^cks inside her at once while a third fills her mouth. Knots swelling and locking, pumping her so full her stomach feels heavy. Faces slapped mid-thrust while she whispers "again." Men who spit in her mouth, cum inside her raw, and don't let her clean up before the next one takes his turn. No slow burn. No fade to black. No soft landing. Just raw, graphic, unfiltered filth that starts on page one and doesn't let up until the final sentence. If the thought of being pinned, stretched, filled, bred, and used until cum is running down both your thighs makes something tighten low in your stomach, open the book. They're waiting. And they don't play gentle.

***This is the third book in the series*** I lost the girl, the love of my life. I lost my family. Now I’m lost. I thought after the war for Riocht, life would get back to normal. I was so very, very wrong. Kellen, now King of the werewolves, thought after Lamia and Mathias claimed the throne and became the King and Queen of shifters, life would go on as normal. That he would rule his kingdom and search for his own mate and live happily ever after. There was still so much to do. He still hadn’t completely taken control of his position as King, leaving his father’s Beta and Delta in charge. Kingdoms and packs still needed to be repaired; he still needed to be officially crowned. And he still needed to grieve the death of his parents. Kellen wakes up to find himself on a boat, going to Goddess knows where and the last thing he remembers is saying goodbye to Lamia and heading home with Mike. When he finds himself in a strange land, sold to a bloody thirsty Alpha and his deranged Luna, for their packs entertainment, his title, means nothing. A man who cares only for three things; the games, the money, and blood; the more shed the better. While Lamia and Mike search for him on the wrong continent Kellen is thrust into the Gladiator games. Kellen fights for his survival and the lives of many, including one beautiful girl who has captured his heart and has been promised to another as their chosen mate. Can Kellen survive the Gladiator games when the odds are stacked against him, save the people and claim the mate the moon goddess promised him? **This is book 3 in The Delta's Daughter series**