The Wizard Priest

The Wizard Priest

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Introduction

A young prince, an evil wizard, and a city that no longer seems to care. Cast out from the palace, Nellie survives in the streets of Saardam with the poor and destitute and a dragon whose behaviour she can't control, but is the key to finding the last member of the royal family. The pompous Regent is hell-bent on finding the person who has killed his court advisor and he has decided the dragon is guilty. If he doesn't find a culprit, his main source of money is at stake. The guards comb the city. It's only a matter of time before they find Nellie. A terrible mishap caused by the dragon puts Nellie's friend and a number of other innocent people in prison. Nellie can no longer run and hide. She concocts the most daring escape plan ever, but in gathering help to carry it out, she makes discoveries that may change the future of the city.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I

F THIS WERE

a legend, She Who Rides Dragons would be an armour-clad heroine sitting on top of her fire-breathing steed, striking fear into the hearts of villains and bringing justice to all the citizens of the city.

But it was not a legend and the only fear was in Nellie’s own heart, and in particular, a practical fear she might fall off. In fact, she’d barely managed to clamber onto the dragon’s back when it had leapt from the back steps of the palace into the darkness of the night.

When it unfolded huge wings under her, she’d managed to grab onto the part where they joined the body and all she could do was hang on for her life, while the shouts of the people in the back yard of the palace kitchen receded.

Her kitchen apron was definitely an inferior type of armour. It didn’t even protect her against the biting cold wind.

She had no weapons either, not that she could have used them if she did.

So here she was hanging onto the dragon’s back, seeing the few meagre street lamps lights of the city of Saardam underneath her. She had no idea which part of town this was, only that it was a long way down there, and she did not want to fall.

None of this was heroic.

To make matters worse, the little kitten had come along for the ride, and it was now terrified, hanging onto her side, while digging its claws into her skin. She very much wanted to pull it off her dress and stick it in her pocket, but that meant letting go of one of the dragon’s wings, and that option was even less attractive.

Where was the dragon going?

What if it dumped her in a forest where she had no idea how to get home? And if she managed not to fall off and made it safely to the ground, what if bandits who roamed the fields outside the city captured her? What if they stole her clothes and let her roam naked in the forest in the snow, as had happened to some poor farmers not long ago?

But none of that happened.

The dragon, after having gained height, merely circled over the city.

Nellie sat in between the shoulder blades and hung onto a comblike thing on its back.

It was peaceful up here if you didn’t think about falling. The houses were so small and if people on the ground were shouting, she couldn’t hear it.

She patted the dragon’s neck.

“Can you please put me down?”

The dragon had never displayed signs of understanding her and didn’t react.

It continued to circle.

Nellie said again, “Please, put me down. I’m cold.” Her face was almost too numb to speak.

How did one talk to a dragon? Nellie had no magic. The dragon’s box was in the bag she held on her back, but it held no instructions on how to talk to the dragon, or how to get it back in the box.

Her notion that the dragon had come back because she wanted it to seemed ridiculous. One did not tell a magical creature what to do unless one was also a magician.

But she needed to get off. She might get too cold to hold on. Already, her hands hurt.

Suddenly, the dragon made a sharp turn—Nellie gasped—and glided down. It snorted and blew sparks from its nostrils.

What was it doing?

But then Nellie spotted another glow over the city. From a distance, it looked like a bonfire, but it

moved.

“What is that thing?”

The dragon only replied with another snort of sparks. She wished it wouldn’t do that. It might set her dress on fire.

“Are you afraid of it?”

Obviously, because it was flying lower and lower, over a part of the city where streetlights were sparse.

Now she feared that it would crash into something—how could it see anything in this darkness?—or it would land on a roof and fall through, or leave her stranded there, unable to get down. She would freeze to death.

That would be a terrible thing.

She patted the dragon’s neck again.

“Please, land somewhere in the street, so I can walk back.”

Walk back where?

She couldn’t go back to the palace after all those guards had seen her take off with the dragon. By now, her name would be on the most-wanted list.

Magician, killer.

The dragon flew lower and lower, skirting so low over the roofs that Nellie thought she could touch them.

Oh no, those houses were getting far too close. The dragon ducked into the street between them. Its wingtips raked the walls on both sides. Glass shattered.

Then the dragon’s feet touched the ground and with a great jolt it ran along. Nellie’s hands were so cold that she couldn’t hang on any longer. She slid off and fell in the street.

Ouch.

The ground was cold and wet but it was solid and familiar.

She stumbled up, numb from that terrifying ride. She was safe; she hadn’t fallen and hadn’t been left on a roof. She had survived.

The cobblestones glistened in the light of a single street lamp further down. The houses on both sides of the street were dark, although one or two windows radiated a faint glow. She

thought

she was somewhere in the artisan quarter.

If this were a legend, there would be an army waiting to rescue her from the terrible dragon, chomping at the bit to slay the beast.

If it were a nightmare, citizens would come out of their houses with pitchforks to slay the witch who rode the dragon.

But the only sound was the mewling of that silly little kitten. It had lost its grip on her dress when she fell and now came trotting towards her. She picked it up.

The dragon had come to a halt all the way past the street lamp. It nosed one of its front paws, and then made a little jump, jerking its wings at the same time.

She had expected it to take off again, once it was rid of that annoying thing riding on its back, but it didn’t.

It did that funny jump thing again, and again, scratching its nose with its paw. It was

sneezing

, blowing out smoke each time it did. It shook its head vigorously, then rubbed its head on the lamppost. And scratched its nose again.

Another jump.

It tossed its head, uttering a low growl.

There was something stuck in one of its nostrils.

“Come here,” Nellie said, reaching out her hand and taking a step closer.

The dragon raised its head and looked at her as if it had forgotten she was there.

“Come. It’ll get it out for you.”

The kitten wriggled from her grip and trotted up to the dragon.

The dragon lowered its head and sniffed the tiny kitten. But the sniffing made it sneeze again. The kitten jumped and scurried back to Nellie, its tail all fluffed up like a brush.

Nellie was so close that she could feel the warm air of the dragon’s breath.

Warmth

could mean the difference between life and death in winter. She could survive until the morning without food or water, but if she couldn’t keep herself warm, she’d be dead by morning.

The dragon might well be her only chance of survival.

“Come,” she said again.

She touched the dragon’s snout, ready to pull her hand away. My, its breath was really warm.

It didn’t jerk back or try to snap at her hand, so she let it glide over the warm skin, coming closer to the nostril. Its ear twitched.

Her fingers probed into the nostril opening and met the irritating object. Nellie pushed her index finger and middle finger together to grab hold of it and pull it out. It was a splinter of wood.

The dragon shook its head so vigorously that its ears flapped against its neck. It blew out a cloud of warm air, then pushed its head into her hand, as if it were a kitten. She patted the warm snout.

The kitten jumped onto the dragon’s head and the dragon lifted it up.

Nellie found it hard to believe that such a creature was evil. Whatever Lord Verdonck and Madame Sabine had tried to do to it must have been bad.

“Those people must have terrified you.” She slid her hand over the smooth skin. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. People will want to kill you. You better go back into your box.”

But when she pulled out the box, the dragon shied back. It blew out a gust of hot breath.

“All right, calm down.” She put the box back into her bag.

A young voice said, “Whoa, look at that!”

A group of three children peeked out of an alley. They stood in the corner in the faint glow of the street lamp. They were street urchins in worn clothes.

“Is that really a dragon?”

“Don’t come closer,” Nellie called out to them.

“Is it dangerous? You better watch out, miss. It might eat you.”

She still had no idea what dragons ate. Especially this one, which had been locked inside a box for the best part of twenty years. It was a magical dragon, but it felt real and solid. It had to eat something to sustain itself.

“Oh, look at that,” another child said. “There’s a cute kitten on its head.”

The dragon lowered its head, blowing smoke over the street. The children laughed and squealed.

It seemed like the dragon was enjoying itself.

“Did you just fly here on the back of that dragon?” a girl said to Nellie, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. She remembered how both Princess Celine and Prince Bruno, as toddlers, had no trouble believing their mother’s stories about ghosts. Just like these kids had no issue with the fact that a dragon was in the street. They knew what dragons looked like. There were plenty of pictures of eastern dragons, and this was clearly one.

“That’s means you’re a dragon tamer!” the girl shouted, her voice excited.

The boy gave Nellie a suspicious look. “She doesn’t look like a dragon tamer. I don’t know any girl dragon tamers. Dragon tamers wear armour, not aprons.”

“Girls can be dragon tamers if they want.”

“They cannot.”

“Can so.”

“Children, please.” These kids would bring everyone into the street with their shouting. “The dragon needs a place to hide. Do you know one around here?”

The boy’s eyes widened. “I can ask my mum if the dragon can sleep in our shed.”

“Well . . .” Nellie wasn’t sure if the boy’s

mother

should become involved.

“Tell it to wait here,” the boy said. He ran off into the side alley.

Nellie didn’t like waiting here in the street. Even if the dragon wanted to stay with her, she didn’t want to be found with it; and besides, she was getting very cold. She walked into the alley where the boy had disappeared, and the other children followed her.

“My brother is stupid,” the girl said to Nellie. “Girls can

so

be dragon tamers.” She glanced at the dragon. “Can I touch it?”

“It’s a wild dragon. It may be dangerous.”

“That kitten doesn’t think so.”

“It’s a magical dragon.”

“I’m not scared of magic.”

“What’s your name?”

“Anneke.”

“Anneke, is your full name Johanna, after the queen?”

She pulled a face. “I don’t like that name. Nobody uses full names. Only nasty nobles.”

A couple of people were coming down the alley. It was very dark, and one was carrying a lamp.

A woman said, “Nellie?”

Nellie recognised the voice. “Mina! I was worried about what happened to you.”

She fell into her friend’s arms.

“You’re not the girl’s mother, aren’t you?” She was pretty sure Mina’s children were grown.

“Not me. But Bas was talking about a dragon, and I thought I’d better check this out.”

“I feared you were in the poorhouse after you got evicted from the church.”

“No, Never that place. It’s full of leery men and drunkards. I wouldn’t want to subject any children to that. But what about you? Little Bas tells me you have a dragon.”

“I wouldn’t call it mine. It’s following me around and creating a lot of trouble for me, but I don’t know that it will listen to me.”

Nellie stepped aside so that Mina’s light reached the dragon which had followed into the alley. The passage was so narrow that the dragon’s sides brushed the walls. Its head was fully in the pool of light from the lamp. The scales and comblike protuberance on its head gleamed in the low light. The orange eyes blinked.

Mina gasped. “My, you really do have a dragon.”

“You never believe us,” Anneke said.

“You are very good at telling fibs, young lady.” And then she turned to Nellie. “The dragon chose to be with you? Where did you get it?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Lucky we have a nice dry barn. It’s a bit cold, but it’s better than being on the street. Come with me.”

Mina took her down the alley, and the children followed. Nellie looked over her shoulder. The dragon was coming, too.

On the way, Mina told her that after Shepherd Wilfridus evicted the group from the church, Mina had asked a friend for help.

“Zelda is a wayfarer, and she knows all the good places to stay. She has saved all our lives and our dignity besides. Our only other option was the poorhouse.”

Mina led Nellie to a tall building on the right.

A plank of wood had once been a door, but it was rotten and the door had fallen off its hinges. Mina and the children pushed it aside.

The warehouse hall beyond was more than two floors high, lit by the flames from a lusty fire that burned in a fire pit in the middle of the floor.

It looked like this had been a stable for coaches and horses. There was even a hayloft above.

The people had put what meagre possessions they had salvaged from the church in the dark space underneath the hayloft. Planks of wood had been removed—and probably burned in the fire—to turn it from a stable into an area where people could sleep in the straw. In an adjacent pen stood a scruffy donkey.

Several people sat around the fire, most of them women.

“Nellie!” one of them called out. Next thing, Jantien came running towards her.

Nellie took her friend into her arms. “Oh, I’m so glad to see you. Are you and the children all here?”

“Yes, all of them. I’m trying to get money to follow my husband to Florisheim. Zelda has jobs for us to do.”

Nellie glanced over her shoulder at the other women. She recognised some who had also been in the church. She didn’t know their names, but they were, like Jantien, ordinary citizens who had fallen on hard times.

The children looked at the dragon from the door.

It didn’t fit through the door opening and had stayed behind in the courtyard.

Some of the children were very small. A boy had taken a stick, which he swung at the dragon.

“Behave yourself!” Mina called. “Here is Nellie who was so nice to help us when we lived in the church. She does not want any of you to touch her dragon. It’s a dangerous magical creature.”

The children disappeared into the darkness anyway.

Most of the adults had also gone to the door. The women were not happy to see a dragon standing out there. One woman fell to her knees in prayer. Another went to the corner of the warehouse, got a broom, ready to defend herself.

“That beast has to go,” she announced. She was a sturdy type, not afraid to defend herself.

“I don’t

think

it’s dangerous,” Nellie said. Of course, the dragon could definitely be dangerous. “It seems to like the kitten, and it seems to like me, and I think it also likes children.”

The woman snorted. “To eat, certainly?”

“If it was hungry, it had many opportunities to do me harm, or to eat these children, or eat the kitten.”

A couple of women gathered up the children, who were all watching the dragon, much less scared than the adults. They ushered the little ones back inside. A little girl carried the kitten.

The dragon leapt across the courtyard like a giant cat and tried to squeeze into the door.

The sturdy woman hit its snout with a broom. Another slammed the piece of wood that served as a door in its face.

“Quick, put some heavy things behind the wood. It wants to come in.”

Two women barred the door with a broom and a stick. They were about to drag a bag full of firewood in front of the door when a bright glow oozed underneath the door. The very real dragon had turned back into a fire dragon. The women retreated.

“Evil magic!” one shouted.

The fire dragon flitted through the hall, frolicked up to the ceiling and landed in the hayloft. A shower of magic sparks blew up.

The dragon returned to its former size.

The sturdy woman climbed halfway up the ladder and yelled at the creature from her safe position. She still held the broom.

“Take it back outside!” she yelled at Nellie. “It’s gone to sleep. My children sleep up there and I’m not having them in the same place as that creature.”

“Mam, it’s a warm creature,” Anneke said. “I’m not afraid of it.”

The girl’s mother glared first at her daughter and then at Nellie. She was a coarse, heavyset woman with a strong brow and a severe bun at the back of her head with hair that had gone grey.

Nellie’s cheeks glowed.

“If that creature is going is to follow you around, you can’t stay with us.”

Mina said, “I think that’s unfair. Nellie has brought us food all the time. She says the dragon is just following her around. It’s not her fault it’s here.”

“But she still can’t stay. It will bring us into danger, that’s why.”

“It brought Nellie into danger to bring us food. She risked herself by taking things from the kitchen without the knowledge of the Regent. Are you going to be so ungrateful as to send her away?”

The woman glared at Mina.

“Nellie helped us when our life was hard. So now we will help her, dragon or no, and that is the final word I will hear about it.”

She looked around the group. The expressions in the faces of several women were not terribly friendly, but none of them said anything.

“So the kitten is the dragon’s real friend?” Anneke asked.

“I think so.” Nellie spoke softly, aware that all the women listened.

“Then I will bring the kitten upstairs.”

Anneke picked up the kitten.

“You will do no such thing,” her mother said. “Stay right here.”

“But Mam, she’s a dragon tamer,” Anneke said. “She came here on the back of the dragon.”

The woman said, “Is that so?” She gave Nellie a suspicious look.

And Mina said, “This is Agatha, the mother of Anneke and Bas.”

Nellie held out her hand. “Pleased to meet you. I’m Nellie.”

The woman gave another snort. She shook Nellie’s hand, reluctantly. “I don’t do all that magic stuff.”

“Me neither.”

“Good. Because I want none of that near my children.”

“She really is a dragon tamer, Mam,” Anneke said again.

“I don’t want to hear any more about it.”

“Can I take the kitten up to the loft?”

“What did I just tell you?”

“But Mam! Ewout is going up.”

One of Jantien’s boys was climbing the ladder, peeking up to the loft to spy on the dragon.

“I don’t care what Ewout does. Maybe his mother doesn’t mind him being struck dumb with magic. But I do. You and Bas will stay here.”

The girl started crying and Mina took Nellie to introduce her to the others.

“I’m sorry for creating trouble for you,” Nellie said.

“Don’t worry about it. Agatha is a little terse sometimes,” Mina said.

“I really don’t control that beast,” Nellie said.

“You’ll be fine. She’ll warm up to you. Let me introduce you to the others.”

Apart from Jantien, Nellie knew a few other people in the group.

Emmie and Lise were a mother and daughter who both used to work in the household of a well-off merchant family. Lise was twenty, and Emmie mentioned that her greatest worry was that, because they were poor, her daughter would never marry.

Gertie, Hilde and Josie had all lost husbands.

“He took off with a trollop from the harbourside,” Gertie said. “A whore, that’s what she is. Her boobs are bigger than mine, but I bet she can’t even boil an egg. Men are disgusting. Be glad you’re not married.” The latter to Lise.

Hilde’s husband had died of consumption. Like Mina’s, her children were older, but they had all left town.

Josie’s husband had gone missing at sea several years ago. She had lost her first and only child through illness.

Misfortune through hardship or illness was the glue that held these women together.

Koby hung out with them a lot. She was twelve, the eldest child in the group, but her face had already lost all her childish softness.

“Both her parents are dead,” Mina said in a quiet voice. “She has an uncle, but he doesn’t want to care for her. It’s very sad. I try to help her where I can, but she’s very closed to outsiders.”

Most of the children were Jantien’s. Ewout, the oldest, still stood on the ladder gawking at the dragon, and the dragon gawked back at him. He had gone a few steps higher, and his younger sister was right below him, while Anneke and her brother glared at them from where they sat.

Ewout said, “Yes, he likes the kitten.”

“He?” Mina said.

“It’s a boy dragon, hadn’t you noticed? He’s got . . .” He made a swinging motion in front of his lower body.

The children laughed and a few declared that they wanted to see it.

They all crowded at the bottom of the ladder. Jantien told them to take a peek, but not go to the top of the ladder.

Anneke crossed her arms over her chest and kept glaring at her mother, and Agatha pretended not to notice.

“And this is Zelda,” Mina said to Nellie.

The final woman in the group to meet Nellie was of tiny stature. She wore several layers of clothing of a foreign style, with big colourful patterns. A faded yellow scarf sat around her hair. The wisps that poked out from underneath were black. Her eyes were dark brown, like those of a cow, even if she had pale and freckled skin. Her face was sharp, with a rather big nose. And were those really golden earrings that poked out from underneath her scarf?

She looked Nellie up and down.

“Hmph, can you work?” She spoke with a curious accent.

“I’ve worked all my life. Depends what kind of work.”

“Do you know anything about donkeys?”

“Not really. I worked in households.”

“Ha! Washerwoman. That’s all people do around here. Wash, wash, wash. No wonder the water is so foul. Do you know about plants?”

“Herbs? A bit.”

“Good. You can come with me.”

“What? Now?”

What sort of strange woman was this?

“Ha! No. Tomorrow. We sell herbs. You come with me. It’s a good job. We have money to eat.”

Nellie glanced at Mina, but Mina smiled and nodded. “It’s all right.”

“Ha, all right. Of course it’s all right. I’m Zelda. I make the people better. Local woman say the herbs are good, so the rich woman believe the herbs are good. Woman feels better, gives more money. Ha.”

“What about the dragon, Zelda?” Mina asked.

“Dragon make us rich.”

“I meant how can we hide it?”

“Dragon makes poop. We can do much things with dragon poop. We can dry it, we can make it into a salve, we can make pills. Rich men will pay a lot because dragon poop makes them like a dragon, you know, in the bed. When the dragon does a poop, bring it to me, children.”

Anneke and Bas laughed. The other children came down the ladder to see what was so funny.

“What do we get when we bring you poop?” Ewout asked.

“Ha! You’re getting smart already. You get poop, we get money. We can buy sweets, no?”

The children’s eyes shone.

Mina still insisted, “But how can we make sure no one sees the dragon?”

“No one will see. Dragons are lazy. They sleep and sleep and sleep. They make much poop.”

Her straightforward attitude was refreshing, and because Zelda didn’t seem to be concerned about the dragon, Agatha let her children join the others in the hayloft. Because, apparently, the prospect of “poop” and money overcame all.

Nellie went to check on the dragon. He lay in the hay, with his tail curled around his body. The children all leaned against his flanks, their cheeks rosy from the animal’s warmth. The kitten snuggled next to Anneke.

With that settled, the women set about making beds in the stable. Nellie was given a blanket to share with Gertie. It wasn’t warm enough, but when they covered themselves with straw, it was quite snug. Oil for the lamp was scarce, and it was too dark for Nellie to read from the Book of Verses, but she kept her satchel close to her head. She missed her room in the palace and she feared for the coming winter, but for now she was dry and didn’t freeze.

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Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother.

“What are you doing? This is my home, you can't just let yourself in!” I try and keep my voice firm but when he turns and fixes me with his golden eyes I shrink back. The look he gives me is imperious and I automatically drop my eyes to the floor as is my habit. Then I force myself to look back up again. He doesn't notice me looking up because he's already looked away from me. He's being rude, I refuse to show that he's scaring me, even though he most definitely is. He glances around and after realising that the only place to sit is the little table with its two chairs he points to it.

“Sit.” he orders. I glare at him. Who is he to order me around like this? How can someone this obnoxious possibly be my soul mate? Maybe I'm still asleep. I pinch my arm and my eyes water a little from the sting of pain.
My Bullies My Lovers

My Bullies My Lovers

133.6k Views · Ongoing · Kylie McKeon
After being apart for years, Skylar thought that she would finally have her ex best friend back when he transfers to her high school with two other boys. Little did she know just how much he changed and as she tried to get closer to him, the bullies that had tormented her for years sought the opportunity to humiliate her in front of the whole school.
Her best friend, Jax, not even realizing who she was until he saw a distinctive scar on Skylar's stomach showed him who she was and when he took his two new friends to her house, only to see that the kids at school weren't the only ones bullying her.
She was on the verge of committing suicide because of her father's abuse, so she agrees to an alliance with Jax and his friends to destroy her father and everything that he holds dear to him.
What she didn't expect, what the feeling that the three men would inevitably develop for her or the ones that she would develop for all of them.
My Dominant Boss

My Dominant Boss

346k Views · Completed · Emma- Louise
I have always known my boss, Mr Sutton, has a dominant personality. I have worked with him for over a year. I am used to it. I always thought it was just for business because he needed to be, but I soon learned it is more than that.

Mr Sutton and I have had nothing but a working relationship. He bosses me around, and I listen. But all of that is about to change. He needs a date for a family wedding and has chosen me as his target. I could and should have said no, but what else can I do when he threatens my job?

It is agreeing to that one favour that changed my entire life. We spent more time together outside of work, which changed our relationship. I see him in a different light, and he sees me in one.

I know it is wrong to get involved with my boss. I try to fight it but fail. It is only sex. What harm could it do? I couldn’t be more wrong because what starts as only sex changes direction in a way I could never imagine.

My boss isn’t only dominant at work but in all aspects of his life. I have heard about the Dom/subs relationship, but it isn’t something I ever thought much about. As things heat up between Mr Sutton and me, I am asked to become his submissive. How does one even become such a thing with no experience or desire to be one? It will be a challenge for him and me because I don’t do well at being told what to do outside of work.

I never expected the one thing I knew nothing about would be the same thing to open up an incredible brand-new world to me.
Chasing My Rejected Luna

Chasing My Rejected Luna

108.4k Views · Ongoing · MerandaH.
“Daddy, please! Please don’t do this!” I begged with my hands. “It’s done, Tegan, the contract is signed. You will leave tonight to be the Alpha King’s contracted mate. You will bare him an heir within three months, or you will regret it!” He roared out, his face showing me just how angry he truly was. I silently wept at the cards fate played me. I will be nothing more than a baby-making machine for the cruelest Alpha known Ezra Hendricks.

Tegan Declan was a shy she-wolf who was born deaf. Starting a new life as a disabled wolf in a new pack. She is the new contracted mate to the Alpha king, Ezra Hendricks.

“Being deaf was a quality I would hate my son to have. As a wolf, you need all your senses to be able to lead, protect, and stay alive. Lacking hearing would not benefit anyone, it could lead to mass destruction and the loss of many lives. It would not be a good quality for a king. This brought me back to my question. What makes her think she is fit to be my Queen? I want to know what she thinks her strengths are. Would they outweigh her weaknesses?”
The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

The Four Mafia Men and Their Prize

150.1k Views · Ongoing · M C
Taken by four mafia men


“Kiss back” he mumbles, and I feel rough hands all over my body giving me tight squeezes as a warning not to piss them off further. So I give in. I begin to move my mouth and open my lips slightly. Jason wastes no time devouring every inch of my mouth with his tongue. Our lips doing the tango, his dominance winning the race.

We break away, breathing hard. Next, Ben turns my head to face him and does the same thing. His kiss is definitely softer but just as controlling. I moan into his mouth as we continue to exchange saliva. He tugs my bottom lip slightly in his teeth as he pulls away. Kai pulls my hair, so I am looking up, his large frame towering over me. He bends down and claims my lips. He was rough and forceful. Charlie followed and was a mix. My lips feel swollen, my face feels all hot and flushed, and my legs feel like rubber. For some murdering psychotic assholes, damn can they kiss.

Aurora has always worked hard. She just wants to live her life. By chance, she met four mafia men Jason, Charlie, Ben and Kai. They are the ultimate dominants in the office, on the streets, and definitely in the bedroom. They always get what they want and THEY SHARE EVERYTHING.

How will Aurora adjust to having not 1 but 4 powerful men showing her the pleasure she only ever dreamed of? What will happen when a mysterious someone shows interest in Aurora and shakes things up for the notorious mafia men? Will Aurora finally submit and acknowledge her deepest desires or will her innocence be forever ruined?
The Alpha's Borrowed Luna

The Alpha's Borrowed Luna

87.2k Views · Completed · Abigail Hayes
"I could never make you my Luna, you weakling. But Selene is my mate and would always be; she would be my Luna." His voice hardened. "She'll wear the Luna's crown while you continue living as a slave with your slave mother. She'll give me strong children that survive, not wash away in blood like yours did. So I, Alpha Dorian Caldwell of the Mistwood Pack, reject you, Elowen Thorne, as my fated mate and Luna."
I met his eyes, feeling nothing. "I, Elowen Thorne, accept your rejection."

Elowen Thorne is an omega wolf who has survived years of abuse in a brutal pack. Betrayed by her ex-mate, she's stunned when Kaius Valerian, the most feared Alpha in the territory, offers her a six-month contract to pretend as his mate.
Kaius doesn't just want a mate. He wants total submission. He'll use her body however he pleases, taking her roughly and without mercy, making it clear she's nothing more than a possession.
But Elowen isn't some submissive victim anymore. If Kaius wants her, he'll have to break through her defenses. She'll fight him every step of the way, even as her body betrays her deepest desires.
When a failed assassination attempt reveals shocking connections between her mother's past and Kaius's family, Elowen must figure out whether Kaius is protecting her for his own gain or because he actually cares for her. In a world where silver blades and bloodshed settle arguments, Elowen discovers that being bound to someone by both a written agreement and a mate mark is far more dangerous than she ever imagined.