Where the rose tree follows

“Emma Grace?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry to tell you this but he didn’t make it.” The doctor says offering me a sympathetic look.
“T-thank you.” I say with a trembling breath.
My father was dead, and the man who killed him was standing right beside me this very minute. Of course, there was no way I could tell anyone this because I would be considered and accomplice for even knowing what happened and doing nothing. I was eighteen and could be looking at prison time if the truth ever got out.
Not long ago I was trying to get through my senior year and getting out of this town for good, but now I have no idea what I will do. I was almost free, and now I would be lucky to make it another day without my life completely falling apart.
“You’re with us, now and forever.” His hot breath said against my ear sending a shiver down my spine.
They had me in their tight grip now and my life depended on them. How things got to this point it's hard to say, but here I was…an orphan…with blood on my hands…literally.


Hell on earth is the only way I can describe the life I have lived.
Having every bit of my soul being stripped away each and every day by not only my father but by four boys called The Dark Angels and their followers.
Tormented for three years is about all I can take and with no one on my side I know what I have to do...I have to get out the only way I know how, Death means peace but things are never that easy, especially when the very guys who led me to ledge are the ones who end up saving my life.
They give me something I never thought would be possible...revenge served dead. They have created a monster and i am ready to burn the world down.

Mature content! Mentions of drugs, violence, suicide. 18+ recommended. Reverse Harem, bully-to-lover.

Caught in a deadly game, Zirah must outwit three savage Lycan Kings and their lethal pets to survive. But what happens when she finds herself in the heart of the maze, not just alive, but protected by the very beasts sent to kill her? It is supposed to be a game—a game of life and death. But what started with the maze trials ended in a prize that is more than Zirah bargained for. She never thought the prize would be for her to choose between the three Lycan Kings fighting for their father’s throne.

Upon meeting the three Lycan kings, Zirah learns that the Kings are no prince charmings. That this would be no fairy tale love story, but one where her life is constantly balanced on the sharp edge of a knife's blade. A knife that is poised to take her life or leave her horribly broken. The Kings want nothing to do with her or each other and plan to get rid of her.

What they don't expect is for Zirah to fight back, only she plays with something far more dangerous than weapons. She’ll play with their hearts.

Zirah has to pick one King, but secrets will be revealed, and the battle between the Kings will be for more than just the throne. They will battle for the queen that they tried to break. But there's just one issue: Zirah wants revenge, and what better revenge than taking away their precious throne?

It’s not the Moon Goddess that werewolves worship – it’s the Moon God.

Thousands of years ago, it’s said that the Moon God walked amongst the earth, ruling over werewolves like the deity he was. That was until a coven of evil witches cursed him, forcing the Moon God into an eternal sleep. They locked him away in a crypt, and his curse can only be broken by his true mate.

1,000 years later, the supernatural world is in shambles. Most werewolves believe that the Moon God is nothing more than a legend, a scary story told to children.

That certainly includes 21-year-old Ollie Fleming, a regular werewolf trying to survive in a pack that’s about to go to war. She just wants to protect her family, so she does what most wolves do when they want some extra luck: venture to Moon God’s crypt to pray.

Ollie doesn’t expect anyone to hear her prayers. She certainly doesn’t expect to awaken the literal Moon God himself.

With his curse broken, the Moon God is sure of two things: one, that he will reclaim the world he once ruled. And two? He’s not letting his new mate out of his sight anytime soon.

“Don’t think about running, Sophie. You won’t like the punishment.” Something told me that his punishment would be more than just a spanking; his very erect cock was another indicator. I was not ready to lose my cherry yet.

I nodded once more and approached them. I started with Zion. He sprung up like a water fountain when I ran my hand over him. “Ohh!” I said to myself. I tried not to touch him directly as I lathered him up, but then he had to say, “Use your hands. It’s okay to touch me.” Well, I’m already in hell, so I might as well have some fun. Then, a sinister thought crossed my mind.
I began to stroke him. I heard him groan.


Sophie Deltoro was a shy, innocent, introverted teenager who thought she was invisible. She was living a safe, boring life with her three protective brothers. Then she gets kidnapped by the Mafia King of the Americas and his two sons. All three plan to share her, claim her, and dominate her.
She is swept up in their world of sin and violence, forced into a forbidden relationship, and sent to a school that encourages and applauds the sadistic sexual pleasures of her captors. No one can be trusted. The world Sophie thought she knew never existed. Will she willingly submit to her deepest fantasies, or will she let the darkness consume and bury her? Everyone around her has a secret and Sophie seems to be the center of them all. Too bad she is a Forbidden Desire.

Summer Taylor's life turned upside down when she discovered her fiancé's betrayal with her own sister. As if to torment her further, her own family drugged her and sent her to a stranger's bed for a $200 million investment. But Brandon appeared like a dark angel and saved her. He carried her to safety in his arms as the aphrodisiac coursed through her system.

As Brandon settled her into the car, Summer's wandering hands sought relief from the burning heat. Every point of contact—her tits pressed against his chest, her soaked pussy grinding against his thigh—crackled with raw, electric hunger.

“Stop that,” Brandon commanded, but she only arched closer.

“I’m burning up,” she pouted, writhing against him, her hips bucking as her exploring fingers slid lower, palming the thick, hard bulge straining against his pants. His sharp inhale fueled her, and his grip on her wrist tightened, firm yet gentle, as his cock twitched under her teasing touch.

Ignoring his warning, she buried her face in his neck, sucking hard, leaving wet, red marks as she trailed sloppy, heated kisses up his jaw.

She caught his earlobe between her teeth, biting down, reveling in his ragged gasps as she ground her dripping cunt harder against him. His hands clamped onto her waist, fingers digging into her flesh, caught between shoving her off and yanking her tighter against his throbbing erection.

For one electrifying moment, he gave in, his lips crashing against hers, tongue thrusting deep into her mouth, fucking it with slow, deliberate strokes. She moaned into him, her pussy clenching as she rubbed herself harder against his thigh, chasing release.


But Brandon is practically also a stranger to her. After she got sober, she has to wonder: Did she escape one trap only to walk willingly into another?

The LCD screen in the arena showed pictures of the seven fighters in the Alpha Class. There I was, with my new name.
I looked strong, and my wolf was absolutely gorgeous.
I looked to where my sister is sitting and her and the rest of her posse have jealous fury on their faces. I then look up to where my parents are and they're glaring at my picture, if looks alone could set shit on fire.
I smirk at them then I turn away to face my opponent, everything else falling away but what was here on this platform. I take my skirt and cardigan off. Standing in just my tank and capris, I move into a fighting position and wait for the signal to start -- To fight, to prove, and not hide myself anymore.
This was going to be fun. I thought, a grin on my face.
This book ”Heartsong” contains two books “Werewolf’s Heartsong” and “Witch’s Heartsong”
Mature Audience Only: Contains mature luangege, sex, abuse and violence

"You belong to us from the moment we set eyes on you." He said as if I have no choice in it and the truth is that he was right.

"I don't know how long it is going to take you to realize this, honey bunny but you are ours." His deep voice said, yanking my head back so that his intense eyes met mine.

"Your pussy is dripping for us, now be a good girl and spread your legs. I want to have a taste, do you want my tongue gracing your little cunt?"

"Yes, d…daddy." I moaned.


Angelia Hartwell, a young and beautiful college girl, wanted to explore her life. She wanted to know how it feels to have a real orgasm, she wanted to know what it felt like to be a submissive. She wanted to experience sex in the best, dangerous and delicious ways.

In search of fulfilling her sexual fantasies, she found herself in one of the most exclusive dangerous BDSM clubs in the country. There, she catches the attention of three possessive Mafia men. They all three want her by all means.

She wanted one dominant but in-turn she got three possessive ones and one of them being her college professor.

Just one moment, just one dance, her life completely changed.

When you, a nerd, get stood up by your ex and wait all night in a bar on New Year's EveThat's when you meet the hottest hockey team captain who asked you to pretend to be his date so he could dump his latest girlfriend.
When you're being pestered by your ex to get back together, he shows up and tells your ex to fuck off.
Your ex says, I know this is just a deal and you can't possibly like her.
Him (kisses you in front of everyone): A deal, Like this?

He carefully helps me take my shirt off. I shield myself with my arms.
"No, please let me look at you. I want to see your beautiful body." He states.
How could he say I was beautiful with scars all over my body? I have nothing but skin and bones. Tears flow from my eyes. He wipes them away and embraces me in a comforting hug.
"Let it all out," he says.
He starts washing my thighs, slowly moving up towards my vagina. Sensing my tension, he abruptly stops and proceeds to wash my hair before wrapping a towel around me.
"Can I kiss you?" he asks.
I shake my head, yes.
He kisses me deeply and intensely.


As the lowest slave in the wolf pack, Sarah had been accustomed to whips and chains since she was a child.
When she closed her eyes again and waited to be whipped,
unexpectedly, what she waited for was just a warm hug.
"I finally found you."
The alpha king saved her. She was not only the missing princess but also his fated mate.

My mate was coursed to forbidden to meet me before I turned 18.

The smell of sandalwood and lavender invades my senses, and the smell is getting stronger.
I stand up and close my eyes then I feel my body slowly start to follow the scent.
I open my eyes to meet a pair of gorgeous grey eyes staring back into my green/hazel ones.
At the same time the word “Mate” comes out of our mouths,
and he grabs me and kisses me until we must stop for air.
I’ve found my mate already. I can’t believe it.
Wait. How is this possible when I don’t have my wolf yet?
You can’t find your mate until you have your wolf.
This doesn’t make any sense.

My name is Freya Karlotta Cabrera, daughter of Alpha of the Dancing Moonlight pack, I am ready of coming of age, get my wolf and find my mate. My parents and brother constantly push me to be together with our pack’s Beta. But I know he is not my mate. One night, I fall asleep and meet my fated mate in my dream, his name is Alexander, I don’t know which pack he belongs to, maybe this is just a dream and when I wake up, everything will disappear.

But when I wake up in the morning, I somehow know the dream is true, I find my mate before getting my wolf.

I am Alexander, the Alpha Lycan King, and my mate Freya calls me Alex. After a century’s looking, I finally meet my mate, but I have to wait until she turns 18 or gets her wolf(whichever one comes first) before, I can present myself to her in person. The whole thing is because of something my 10x great-grandfather did that offended the Moon Goddess.

I know Freya is very special, maybe she is one of ours, everything will be known on the night of her shift.

Will Freya be able to handle everything?
With her birthday approaching so does the dangers lurking?

In an act of defiance after her father tells her he is handing the Alpha title to her younger brother, Elena sleeps with her father’s biggest rival. However, after meeting the notorious Alpha, Elena learns he is her mate. But all isn’t as it seems. Turns out Alpha Axton was looking for her, for his own deceitful schemes to take down her father.

The following morning, once clarity returns, Elena rejects Alpha Axton. Angered by her rejection, he leaks a scandalous tape to ruin her. When the tape goes live, her father shuns her from the pack. Alpha Axton believes it will force her back to him because she has nowhere else to go.

Little does he know, Elena is stubborn and refuses to bow to any Alpha, especially not the man she rejected. He wants his Luna and will stop at nothing to have her. Disgusted that her own mate could betray her, she runs. There’s just one issue: Elena is pregnant, and she just stole the Alpha’s sons.

Tropes & Triggers: Revenge, pregnancy, dark romance, dubcon, kidnapped, stalker, Noncon (Not by male lead) , psycho Alpha, captivity, Strong female Lead, possessive, cruel, Dominant, Alpha-hole, steamy. Rags to riches, enemies to lovers.
BXG, pregnancy, Runaway Luna, dark, Rogue Luna, obsessive, cruel, twisted. Independent female, Alpha female.

“INCOMING! 10 Injured Wolves and 3 Lycans! “ Sophie, my bestie, our alpha yells in my head.

“LYCANS?! Did you just say LYCANS?!

“Yes Vera！They are coming! Get your people ready.”

I couldn’t believe we actually have Lycans tonight.

I was told growing up that lycans and wolves were mortal enemies.

Rumors also said in order to protect their pureblood, Lycans were not allowed to marry wolves in generations.

I was still surprised but I couldn’t let my mind wander anymore. I’m a doctor.

A badly injured werewolf comes barging in through the E.R door, holding an unconscious wolf. I rush to them and the nurses that were already in their dresses and heels come to their aid.


What the hell happened?

I turn my full attention to the severely injured lycan and for a moment, it’s as if I can feel his slowing heart beat in my own chest. I check his vitals as a nurse reluctantly hooks him to all the machines. As I put my hand on his head to lift his eyelid and check for pupil response, I feel electricity run below my fingertips. What the…?

Without warning, his eyes shoot open startling me and sending both our heart rates through the roof. He looks at me intently; I would never think those eyes are of a man who is barely alive.

He whispers something too low for me to hear. I get closer and as he whispers again; he flat lines and my head is reeling.


Did he just whisper… mate?