unequal treaty

She slowly entered the room which was filled with darkness. Every step she took made her body shiver. "Hello,' said a cold dominant voice."Nice to meet you, my dear wife." continued the voice. Hearing the voice the girl slowly walked backward think everything was a dream. Her parents would never do that to her they loved her right? She was known as the angel of her high school. She was basically considered the dream girl. Where did things go wrong? WIll everything change for the better or the worst The Cover is not mine.All the credit goes to the rightful owner

Dahlia a human girl is sold off to the Lycan king who as a peace treaty between the humans and the werewolves. Her first night and her new husband already tries to k!11 her while she's asleep, she can't hear or speak. They all think she's use less.But she's not as innocent as they presume. Dahlia is something sinister hiding behind an adorable sweet face. Rath is not fond of the idea of having a human wife, as beautiful as she is, he knows she's not as sweet as she looks. But something inside him prompts him to protect her. A complusion that he fears is going to be his Downfall. He finds out a secret the humans kept about Dahlia. She possesses a rare pure soul. Whoever possesses her soul would have the most invincible powers ever known mankind. But there's only one problem, make it two. One, he's not the only one aware about Dahlia's soul, and two, Dahlia has to willingly sell it to him. His only option is either make Dahlia fall in love with him or mind control Dahlia into selling her soul. He can't read Dahlia's mind, mind control out of the equation so he's only left with one option. Sounds easy right, make a human girl you h8 fall madly in love with you but how can it be easy when your ex is making a move on her?

I am Bree Vaughn, a rare white wolf of the Nicolo Pack. Alpha Ryder is my fated mate. However, during a truce negotiation with the Ironfang Pack, he signed a treaty to protect Lorelei, the Omega he'd rescued from the wilderness. In the treaty, he offered me as a "tribute bride" to the Ironfang Pack's crippled Gamma, Maximus. When I confronted him, he told me he would only revoke the treaty if I agreed to share the Luna title with Lorelei and willingly cede half of my bloodline territory to her. All the love I had for him turned to ash. I returned the Primordial Wolf's Fang he had given me—a symbol of our eternal bond. But the fang, as if sensing his betrayal, seared his hand. Ryder snatched his hand back, and it slipped through his fingers, shattering into dust on the floor. On the eve of my bonding ceremony with Maximus, Lorelei accused me of stealing the Pack's Core of Dominion, accusing me of treason. Even though Ryder eventually admitted he was the one who gave me the Core of Dominion, he still put me on the spot in public, asking: "If I ask for it back, as your Alpha, will you give it to me?" In that moment, the last ember of my love for him died.

With vampires on one hand and zombies on the other, human survivors have to get creative. Cara's defiance in the face of the treaty between humans and vampires threatens to collapse the delicate balance between her kind and theirs. And while the vampire Micajah may be willing to extend the olive branch, Judith offers only the gauntlet. Check out the live-action movie trailer at https://vimeo.com/user122846475/bloodtreaty for the upcoming feature!

For Tristan Broc, a headstrong omega enrolled in the alpha dominated Fighting Arts School, an arranged marriage is about the worst thing that could ever happen to him—especially when his husband-to-be is none other than his rival classmate, the jockish playboy alpha, Luke Lunette. Their families need this alliance in order to retain their place as clan leaders, so the two young fighters reluctantly agree to be wed. There’s absolutely no way they’d ever actually fall in love… so what will Tristan and Luke do when they learn they need to produce an heir?

Desiderius Accardi a 29 years old single dad and a billionaire business man who never believe in love. He never experience falling in love and he doesn't want to fall in love either. His twins' wanted to have another sibling and he spoils them a lot that's why he decided to find a surrogate mother. Elviera Suave, 21 years old under graduate, she came from a poor family and she wanted to do everything for her parents. She decided to stop going to school for the meantime, so she went to the city and looked for a job, she got rejected numerous times and finally! An agency offered her to be a nanny.

Short story

There was no pain. Pain is a biological concept, a warning signal for organisms that can be repaired. What happened to me wasn't an injury; it was a suppression. One moment, I was crossing a rain-slicked street in a city whose name no longer matters, the air thick with the smell of ozone and cheap coffee. The next, reality buckled. It wasn't a truck, or lightning. It was as if the universe had blinked and I were a speck of dust caught in God's eyelid. The blackness that followed wasn't the absence of light. It was a blackness with weight, with texture. A pressurized ocean of nothingness. I don't know how long I floated there, if "time" and "being" were still applicable verbs. Then, the Entity manifested. It had no form. To describe it would be to impose human limitations upon it. It was a consciousness so vast that its mere thought generated gravity. Its voice didn't resonate in my nonexistent ears; It vibrated directly into the core of what remained of my consciousness, like the tolling of a bell the size of a solar system. "A CORRECTION," the Entity said. Its tone wasn't apologetic, but rather a statement of fact. "YOUR THREAD WAS PREMATURELY CUT BY A FLUCTUATION IN MY PACE. A DECIMAL ERROR IN THE COSMIC MATRIX." I was incapable of responding. Fear was too small for this place. "THE LAW OF BALANCE DEMANDS RESTITUTION. YOU CANNOT RETURN TO YOUR BROKEN TIMELINE. THE OPTIONS ARE DISSOLUTION INTO THE ETHER OR REINSERTION INTO A NEW FABRIC." Reincarnation. The choice was instinctive, the last desperate cry of life clinging to existence. "SO BE IT. YOU WILL CHOOSE THE STAGE." BUT YOU MUST ACCEPT THE COST FOR THE MISTAKE. THE UNIVERSE YOU ARE GOING TO IS FRAGILE. YOU WILL NEED WEIGHT TO ANCHOR IT. The Entity didn't give me a list of options. It simply instilled the gifts into my essence. And they felt like molten lead was being poured into my soul. First, the Structure. I felt my ghost pattern thicken, becoming impossibly hard. A biology engineered under a dying red sun, meant to drink the radiation of younger stars and convert it into divine power. But with it came weakness: dependence on that light and vulnerability to the radiation of its lost home, a stone that doesn't exist in the universe I am going to... perhaps. Second, the Archive. It was the most painful. It wasn't a data download. It was the opening of a dam. The complete knowledge of a civilization that had transcended matter and energy. Level 10. Equations for creating baby universes, the music of the spheres, the language of creation itself. My human mind screamed under the pressure. It was like trying to contain an entire ocean in a teacup. I would have to learn to filter, to ignore 99.9% of that cosmic noise just so I could think about how to tie my shoes without accidentally triggering a quantum collapse. Third, the Seed. A genetic promise. The absolute certainty of propagation. The guarantee that any union would result in offspring not only viable, but superior. A forced improvement of the species. In the void, this felt cold, clinical. A tool of biological domination. "FATE IS SET," the Entity boomed, its presence beginning to fade, leaving me alone with my new and terrible burden. "YOU WILL BE INSERTED INTO A POINT OF FRICTION. A LINEAGE ALREADY OVERLOADED WITH DESTINY." NOW IT WILL CARRY TWICE THE WEIGHT. The darkness began to spin. I felt an attraction, a dizzying fall toward a distant, cold point of light.

From the ashes of the apocalypse, one group rules the planet. Superheroes fight for the top spot, until they're one day dethroned by one man... Parents Guide: This title is rated 14+ for... Frequent/Mild Violence Infrequent/Intense Violence Frequent/Light Profanity Infrequent/Heavy Profanity Infequent/Light Sexual Content

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