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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: Taken

"Marissa, please." My fingers brush her ice-cold cheek. Her chest rises and falls in shallow breaths, but that's not enough. Not after everything I've just lost. "Wake up. Please wake up."

The ground beneath us leaches every bit of warmth from my bones. My teeth chatter as I pull her closer, checking the bruise blooming on her temple where she hit the ground.

Without the sun, it's frigid out here. And dark. And terrifying.

I don't know who these people are, or why they took us out of there. Obviously, they've saved us from certain death. But they killed Randall. And Marian, too—even if they just left her unconscious, it's a death sentence for her.

Someone comes up behind us, and I curl around Marissa protectively. Something heavy and soft drops onto my shoulders. The fur carries an odd scent. It isn't quite unpleasant, but I don't like it. Still, the warmth it provides is enough for me not to shake it off.