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Fera Alfa e Sua Luna Amaldiçoada

Conteúdo Maduro - Classificação 18+ (Sem estupro) "Você parece solitária e, bem..." "Bem?" O Alfa deu a ela um sorriso condescendente. "Quebrada. Como alguém que lutou muitas batalhas. Alguém que foi ferido." Ela disse. "É verdade. E assim, estou pronto para lutar ainda mais batalhas se isso prometer o que eu quero," disse Alfa Maverick. "E o que você quer?" Ela perguntou com um doce sorriso. "Morte. Morte de todos os renegados pelo que eles fizeram comigo," disse Alfa Maverick, olhando para a garota que se tornou tensa ao lado dele. "Você não é um renegado, é?" Alfa Maverick olhou em seus olhos encantadores, sua mão acariciando suas bochechas, fazendo-a sorrir constrangida. Ela era de fato uma renegada, e não apenas uma renegada normal, mas uma procurada pelo mundo inteiro. ~~~~~~ "Eu, Valência Brooklyn, rejeito Tyler Anderson como meu companheiro destinado. Prefiro aceitar a morte a um companheiro desleal." Essas foram as exatas palavras que mudaram sua vida. Uma vez que este mundo dos lobisomens não podia aceitá-la por ser uma ômega sem ter um lobo, ela decidiu fazer exatamente a mesma coisa. Ela se tornou uma renegada que todos começaram a temer e procurar. Uma renegada que matava outros renegados, roubava pessoas, rejeitava um alfa, enganava o conselho e, mais importante, vivia entre os humanos enquanto quebrava todas as leis e normas. O que acontecerá quando alguém do conselho passar o seu caso anônimo para o alfa mais forte do mundo? Um alfa ainda mais forte que o filho do Rei Alfa? Como ela se salvará de um alfa que jurou matar todos os renegados para vingar o que fizeram com ele? Como Maverick Aurelius pegará essa renegada misteriosa que não tem cheiro? Quando eles se encontrarem pela primeira vez, ele deveria tê-la matado, mas como ele deveria reconhecê-la quando ela era apenas uma gata? Valência nunca se transformou em seu lobo porque estava amaldiçoada a ser uma metamorfa. Como o alfa reconhecerá a renegada na gata que desenvolveu o estranho hábito de entrar em seu quarto e brincar com suas coisas? ~~~~~ P.S. Esta é a minha segunda inscrição no WSA 2024. Por favor, apoie com votos, presentes, ingressos e comentários.
AngelinaBhardawaj · 167.2K Views

Bestia Alfa y su Luna Maldita

``` —Pareces solitaria y bueno... —dijo ella. —¿Bueno? —El Alfa le dio una sonrisa condescendiente. —Rota. Como alguien que ha luchado muchas batallas. Alguien que ha sido herido —dijo ella. —Es verdad. Y por eso, estoy listo para luchar aún más batallas si eso promete lo que quiero —dijo Alfa Maverick. —¿Y qué quieres? —preguntó ella con una dulce sonrisa. —Muerte. La muerte de todos los pícaros por lo que me hicieron —dijo Alfa Maverick, mirando a la chica que se tensó a su lado. —Tú no eres un pícaro, ¿verdad? —Alfa Maverick miró a sus encantadores ojos, su mano acariciando sus mejillas, haciéndola sonreír incómodamente. Ella era en efecto un pícaro, y no cualquier pícaro normal, sino uno buscado por todo el mundo. ~~~~~~ —Yo, Valencia Brooklyn, rechazo a Tyler Anderson como mi compañero predestinado. Prefiero aceptar la muerte antes que a un compañero desleal —Estas fueron las palabras exactas que cambiaron su vida. Dado que este mundo de los hombres lobo no podía aceptarla por ser una omega y no tener un lobo, decidió hacer exactamente lo mismo. Se convirtió en un pícaro que todos empezaron a temer y buscar. Una pícara que mataba a otros pícaros, robaba a la gente, rechazaba a un alfa, engañaba al consejo y lo más importante, vivía entre humanos rompiendo todas las leyes y normas. ¿Qué sucederá cuando alguien del consejo le dé su caso anónimo al alfa más fuerte del mundo? ¿Un alfa incluso más fuerte que el hijo del Rey Alfa? ¿Cómo se salvará de un alfa que ha jurado matar a todos los pícaros para vengar lo que hicieron con él? ¿Cómo atrapará Maverick Aurelius a esta misteriosa pícara que no tiene olor? Cuando se encontraron por primera vez, él debería haberla matado, pero ¿cómo iba a reconocerla si ella era apenas un gato? Valencia nunca se transformó en su lobo porque estaba maldita para ser una cambiaformas. ¿Cómo reconocerá el alfa al pícaro en el gato que ha desarrollado la extraña costumbre de entrar en su habitación y jugar con sus cosas? ~~~~~ P. D. Esta es mi segunda entrada para el WSA 2024. Por favor, apoyen con votos, regalos, boletos y comentarios. ```
AngelinaBhardawaj · 147K Views

Une belle Luna après le rejet

Cecily était une fille maigre sans amis. Pourtant, comme toutes les autres filles, elle aspirait au véritable amour. Elle avait toujours eu le béguin pour Robert, le fils de l'Alpha de leur Meute. Cependant, pour son dix-huitième anniversaire, elle découvrit que Robert était son Âme Soeur ! Avant qu'elle ne puisse l'enlacer d'excitation, Robert avait déjà repoussé sa main comme un détritus. « Tu ne deviendras pas mon Âme Soeur. Fais comme si rien ne s'était passé aujourd'hui. Pars et garde ta langue. Ne dis rien que tu ne devrais pas dire ! » Robert reluquait publiquement la sexy et belle blonde Alison lors de leur remise des diplômes au lycée. Le voyage de fin d'études transforma Cecily, la rendant plus forte, plus confiante, plus éclatante, et plus belle et sexy. De plus, Robert, qui l'a retrouvée sur le campus de son collège plus tard, commença à la poursuivre. « Tu devrais être ma Luna. Désormais, nous vivrons ensemble. Nous aurons beaucoup d'enfants. Ils seront en bonne santé et intelligents. » Les yeux de Robert étaient remplis de luxure. Les assiduités de Robert rendaient Cecily dégoûtée et nauséeuse ! Comme Cecily ne pouvait se protéger de Robert en raison de la différence de force, Michael apparut. « Tes actions te rendent indigne en tant qu'Alpha. » Michael regardait Robert avec dédain. Lors de l'intronisation de Robert en tant qu'Alpha, Cecily ne pouvait plus tolérer ses assiduités. « Moi, Cecily Levin, je rejette Robert Paslo en tant qu'âme soeur. » Quand Robert était furieux et souffrant, voulant blesser Cecily, Michael réapparut ! « Cecily était l'Âme Soeur arrangée par la Déesse de la Lune pour moi. » Michael regardait Cecily doucement. « Quiconque ose la toucher manque de respect à la famille royale. »
JQK · 253.5K Views

Luna yang Indah Setelah Penolakan

Cecily adalah gadis kurus tanpa teman. Namun, seperti semua gadis lainnya, dia mendambakan cinta sejati. Dia selalu memiliki perasaan terhadap Robert, putra Alfa di Kelompok mereka. Namun, di hari ulang tahunnya yang ke-18, dia menemukan bahwa Robert adalah pasangannya! Sebelum dia bisa memeluknya dengan gembira, Robert sudah menepis tangannya seperti sampah. "Kamu tidak akan menjadi pasanganku. Anggap saja tidak ada yang terjadi hari ini. Pergi dan awasi mulutmu. Jangan bilang apa-apa yang tidak seharusnya kamu katakan!" Robert secara terang-terangan menatap Alison yang seksi dan cantik berambut pirang di wisuda sekolah menengah mereka. Perjalanan wisuda itu mengubah Cecily, membuatnya lebih kuat, lebih percaya diri, lebih bersemangat, dan lebih cantik dan seksi. Selanjutnya, Robert, yang bertemu dengannya di kampus perguruan tinggi lagi, mulai mengejarnya. "Kamu seharusnya menjadi Luna ku. Kita akan hidup bersama dari sekarang. Kita akan memiliki banyak anak. Mereka akan sehat dan cerdas." Mata Robert penuh dengan nafsu. Gangguan Robert membuat Cecily merasa jijik dan mual! Ketika Cecily tidak bisa melindungi dirinya dari Robert karena perbedaan kekuatan, Michael muncul. "Tindakanmu membuatmu tidak layak sebagai Alfa." Michael memandang Robert dengan hina. Selama pengukuhan Robert sebagai Alfa, Cecily tidak tahan lagi dengan gangguannya. "Saya, Cecily Levin, menolak Robert Paslo sebagai pasangan saya." Ketika Robert marah dan kesakitan, ingin melukai Cecily, Michael muncul lagi! "Cecily adalah pasangan yang diatur oleh Dewi Bulan untuk saya." Michael memandang Cecily dengan lembut. "Siapa pun yang berani menyentuhnya adalah tidak menghormati keluarga kerajaan."
JQK · 29.8K Views

Hades' Cursed Luna

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)
Lilac_Everglade · 1.9M Views

Lemons of Fate

“IF life gives you lemons, well then, you’re god.” At least that’s what I wrote in my middle school diary, hoping it would be some kind of life mantra. Fast forward 15 years, and apparently, my childish optimism is the least of my worries. I’m now trapped in the novel I wrote as a kid. And no, I didn’t dream this up. There’s no way I imagined the high school drama, the ridiculous fantasy world, and—most importantly—the absurdly cliché plotline of some random teenager becoming a hero by… well, not being an idiot. But here I am. Caught between pages, awkwardly stuck in the world of my imagination where I’m supposed to be a minor character who dies in chapter three. Yeah. Real great, right? And here’s the kicker: It’s not like life (or the "god" of this world, which, let’s be honest, feels a lot like life at this point) is giving me some great power or destiny. No, no, no. Life’s throwing the equivalent of lemons at me, and I have no idea how to make lemonade. I mean, seriously? This world was supposed to be an adventure, full of magic, mythical creatures, and an epic storyline. But instead, I'm stuck here watching the “real” protagonist—who’s probably off saving the world—while I try to figure out how to not get killed by a random monster in the middle of a forest. Is this my punishment for writing a half-baked novel as a kid? Probably. But whatever it is, I’m going to have to deal with it. There’s just one problem—if I want to survive this insane mess, I need to rewrite my own fate. And rewriting this world is a hell of a lot harder than I thought. Can I survive in a story where I’m not supposed to exist? And more importantly—what if I can change the plot entirely?
EgonVera · 1.5K Views

His Forsaken Luna

Humiliated and in heat, Idalia was forced to attend the Moonlight Masquerade in hopes of finding a mate to satisfy her body's needs. Vulnerable to her desires, she ran into the woods to escape a potential scandal. But when a masked man catches her, his touch tosses all reasoning aside. What should have been a simple humiliating event for the princess turns into a night of passion. There was one problem though: she couldn't remember who she mated with! The slave who carried her to bed. The knight who knelt before her and offered his canines for touching her. The sworn enemy Alpha Prince, who confessed his love for her. Follow Idalia as she navigates between three Weres. One is a pretty guy eager to please her to escape his fate, another trying to reclaim his honour while unable to control his desires, and the last is a villain using her for his goals, but a flame festers between them at every interaction. A slave, a knight and a villain prince, who will she choose? [ Mature Content ] "You smell like the sun." His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. "How is that possible?" His voice drops to a rumbling whisper. Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips. My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my skin, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy. I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. "You're not finished yet," his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me. "Should I make it better?" His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender. - Daily chapter uploads -
Kelly_Starrz · 544.1K Views
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