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Mated To The Demon Alpha I'm Meant To Kill

"You destroyed my pack. Killed my father. Ruined my fucking life. And now you act as if I'm something you can't live without?" Draven’s red eyes gleamed. “You should be grateful, little wolf. I could’ve killed you. Instead, I’m making you mine.” I snapped, “I'm not yours! You rejected our mate bond the moment you saw my scars. You made my life hell don't act like you're the victim now!” I could see guilt flash through his eyes as he muttered, “That... It was a mistake... I—” I cut him off, my voice trembling with rage. “You’re only saying that because you know I’m here to kill you.” He stepped closer. “No. Rejecting you was the one thing I regret. I didn’t know then... but I do now.” “Good,” I spat. “But it's too late. I’m not here to be yours. I’m here to end you.” ••••••• Brielle Ashveil was once the beloved Alpha’s golden daughter. Until he showed up. Draven Valrath, the Demon Lycan Alpha, stormed and destroyed her pack. Her father? Dead. Her future? Gone. And her life damaged forever unable to be repaired. To make it worse? Her boyfriend cheated on her with the new Alpha’s daughter… and rejected her like she was trash. Stripped off her rank and rejected by her mate, Brielle is forced into a lowly life under a cruel new Alpha. But when she's framed for a crime she didn't commit and tortured for it, something dark inside her finally awakens. Turns out, she’s carrying the forbidden powers of the banished Dark Moon Goddess. A power feared by all and also punishable by death. The council wants her dead. But instead of a clean death, they offer her something worse than death itself: ≥Kill Draven Valrath in three months… Or die. And if she dare run... they'd kill her mother first and come for her immediately. To survive, Brielle changes everything temporarily–her face, her scent, her name–and infiltrates the Wolfblood Pack. Draven's territory. She becomes his beta, personal medic and the woman who warms his bed. She hates him. Every second. Every word. Every fucking stare. But she plays her part perfectly. Because the closer she is, the easier it’ll be to kill him. Now face to face with her lifelong enemy, she is ready to give it her all to make sure her plan to kill him is executed. As the final pieces of her plan to execute him fall into place, her eighteenth birthday also approaches. And with her eighteenth birthday came a devastating news straight from hell: Draven was her fated mate. This fucking bastard was her mate?! Killing this man was already torture itself—why the fuck did the Moon Goddess have to make him her fated mate?
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Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse

I see dead people. But hey, it’s the zombie apocalypse, everyone is seeing dead people, including a blind girl. It’s not like I am that special. For a while, I thought I was going to be Cinderella, complete with the cruel stepfamily and the little mice for helpers. But instead of mice, I got demons from hell with a taste for chaos. Then again, there is nothing wrong with a little chaos in the middle of the apocalypse. It’s what makes life worth living. Unfortunately for others, they don’t quite see it that way. You see, I have a gift. One that isn’t exactly mine, but I can use it however I see fit. My gift is granting wishes. I'm a genie without a bottle, but it would be nice if people appreciated me more. All the humans ask for is the same thing… more food here, shelter there, kill these people, torture those. And I do it all, for a small price. I don’t ask for money or food, I can get that on my own. No, I want favors, souls, something that means everything for the other person. And they give it to me. Their momentary desire worth their long term happiness. But by the time they discover that, I’m long gone, already moved on to my next… client. I know I look young, starvation and abuse will do that to a girl. Humans tell me that I shouldn’t be wandering out there alone. Some try to help me… most don’t. But whoever said I was by myself? Just because others couldn’t see them didn’t mean my demons ever left. I still hear their voices in my head, whispering words of encouragement and love. For them, I’d do anything. Kill anyone. Destroy anything. After all, life is just a game, right? Those still alive at the end of the day were the lucky ones. Those who died were not. Everything is just a game of chance, all a human has to do is roll the dice. My only word of advice is to be careful what you wish for… you just might get it. My name is Hattie, welcome to my world. Would you like a cup of tea?
Devilbesideyou666 · 1.1M Views
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