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#R18
#MAGIC
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#SURVIVAL
#WEREWOLF
#APOCALYPSE
#FATEDLOVE
#FASTPACED
#ABUSEDFL

Love at World's End

[World's End: 02:23:59:53] Lauren Whittaker thought she had enough to deal with: a ruthless stepfamily, a neglectful father, and a life of endless work. But when a mysterious countdown virus appears on her phone, ticking toward what seems like the end of the world, things go from bad to apocalyptic. As society crumbles and terrifying monsters emerge, it seems no one is safe. Not even the military can hold back the tide of destruction. Just when Lauren thinks it can't get any worse, a blood-soaked stranger appears before her, speaking a language she doesn't understand. But there's one problem. She's seen him before... in her dreams. Kylar's pack has only one route for survival: to escape their dying world, as prophecy foretold. There's only one problem... Their ancient prophet has passed. In the new world, they enter into unfolding chaos. Monsters pour in from their world and others. It's a fight to survive, but there's hope. This new world is a land of abundant resources. He just needs to find their new prophet, and they can all survive. But when he does, everything's wrong. For one, she isn't Lycan. She's human. And he's inexplicably drawn to her, wanting to claim her for his own. Chaos is unfolding. Bodies line the streets. Lauren's fight for survival becomes a battle against fate itself. What secrets do her dreams hold, and why does this man want to keep her for his own...? -- [NOTICE: JANUARY 2024] LAWE will be paused until later in 2025, in order to give the author time to work on her WSA competition entry and allow her hand and wrist to heal further before putting it through the stress of too many daily updates of books. -- This book contains: Dark themes, death, smut. (All hail the smut.)

Lenaleia · Fantasia
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45 Chs
#R18
#MAGIC
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#SURVIVAL
#WEREWOLF
#APOCALYPSE
#FATEDLOVE
#FASTPACED
#ABUSEDFL
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Lauren: Strangely Intimate Dinner

Marissa clutches my arm. "Do you think that's for us?"

Her voice wavers with hope. We're freezing, and our luck has run out. Snow is falling in tiny little puffs. They melt on contact, but soon we'll be soaked and frozen to the bone.

"I think so?" The strange man keeps glancing at us as he puts branches together, making what looks like a giant, bushy hole. If we squeeze in, I think we'll both be able to fit.

Marissa's fingers tighten around mine as the tattooed leader strides toward the shelter-builder. His movements are that of a predator's—fluid, dangerous, precise. Despite the fear it instills deep into my bones, there's a part of me that enjoys watching him. He's magnificent—or would be, if he was on my TV in a documentary.

My heart skips when he yanks off his fur and tosses it at the other man.

"Oh. I guess it's for him." Marissa's voice drops with disappointment.