Lavinia Luca

Second book in Angels, Gods & Demons series
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Strong arms wrapped around my much smaller frame, comfortable warmth engulfing my tingling body, followed by the softest, sweetest touch of his lips against mine, moving in a slow, gentle kiss.
My eyelids fluttered closed on their own accord, pressing myself even closer, my hand finding its way around his neck, burying my fingers in his short soft hair while the small sparks of bright light still danced in between us, mixing with each other.
It felt so magical, so utterly ethereal, the way his entire being felt so close to mine, tiny pieces of himself tangling with mine, like small silvery strings those tiny pieces drawing us together, creating a supernatural bond.

All my life, I've been thinking about the same thing...That because of who I was, I was destined to be alone forever...
But who would've thought, that I was actually destined to be bound to Death himself...
"His fingers went under my chin, coaxing me to look back up at him and as soon as I did, my heart started racing again, noticing the way his haunting eyes were now trained on my lips as he huskily said those two words again,
"Forgive me."
And before I could utter a single word, his soft, plump lips crashed against mine in a chaste, yet passionate kiss, sending warm tingles all over my body, making my heart almost jump out of my chest as we stayed like that for a few moments, before he suddenly pulled back, staring at me a little shocked, only now realizing what he had just done, then turned around and quickly walked away, leaving me standing there, speechless."

Third book in Angels, Gods & Demons series
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I drew in another sharp and jerky breath, my tear-filled gaze only now raising to meet his. But for some unknown reason, those burning amber eyes slowly lowered to my parted lips, my brain suddenly registering the very compromising position I was in.
Oh my god... Is he going to force me to...?
Oh god please no...Oh no...
I tightly closed my eyes with a whimper, hot drops still trailing down my cheeks as I struggled to sit still despite my violent trembling.
This can't be happening. No. This is not real. This is just a bad dream. No...This is not happening!
"Take your shirt off,"
My eyes snapped wide open, raising my sight to look up at him in pure horror and disbelief, letting out a strangled and terrified cry as soon as his hand wrapped around my upper arm to hoist me up to my feet in a rather uncivilized manner.
"I said, take your shirt off,"
I gulped at the impatience in his tone, blinking away the tears as eventually, my shaky hands moved to drag and pull my t-shirt off of my body, feeling so...bare and vulnerable as I stood in front of him like that.

Young, 18-year-old Laeticia Martinez falls in love with her father's friend slash co-worker, Officer Lukas Evans, after several unexpected yet dangerously enticing encounters with the man, both giving in to their building and very straining attraction towards each other. They fall prey to their passion for one another, sneaking up behind her parents and his friend's back to having their lewd and steaming sessions of hot sex.
However, Mr. Hot and Sexy Officer have a big and terrifying secret of his own. What will happen when Letty accidentally discovers what it is? Will she stay with him, or will she run away?

"The demon is back..."
I stand by my locker. "Puberty must've hit him like a fucking truck. When did he become so freaking hot?"
His strong and big hands tightly gripped around my wrists as he forcefully held them pressed against the door and at the level of my shoulders, feeling my bones hurt so fucking much that I thought they were going to snap after just a little more pressure added.
Yet despite the sickening pain I refused to shed a single tear, challengingly looking right back into his glimmering emeralds.
"I am not afraid of you," I spat between gritted teeth, noticing that devilish smirk tugging at his naturally pink lips.
"How about now?"
He wickedly whispered, feeling my entire body fill with pure fear and horror as I watched his eyes change from their emerald green colour to an unnaturally glowing golden, hungrily gazing at me.
His hand quickly pressed against my mouth, abruptly silencing that scream that was about to erupt.
"I don't care what you think, you are mine!"
"What the..."
Carrie DeLuca, a not quite normal teenager with lots of behavior issues and a seriously fucked-up life, meets the biggest trouble of her life: a werewolf with lots of anger issues and a clear obsession over her...
What can she do? Run as far as possible away from him or stay and try to fight him off?

This is a Blood Legacy spin-off, following Jess & David's romance story
Can be also read as a standalone
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Jessica Aelyn Fey is an air-headed and very clumsy wolf...Some say that she even might come off as a little shy...but very few know about her stubborn nature and loud mouth when provoked...
Born and raised into a family of lone wolves, she enjoys her simple and carefree life, so very different from the complicated and harsh one the pack wolves have... But all that changes the moment she discovers that not only is she mated to one, but he also happens to be the Alpha King's Beta...The Royal Commander...
What will happen when she also discovers that pack wolves are not as cruel and merciless as her family painted them to be...but rather...kind and protective, especially with their smaller and weaker mates?
Will she change her mind and give the Royal Beta a chance? Or will she run away?
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Madeleine Cross -one of the few humans immune to the deadly virus Zion- after an unfortunate turn of events such as the loss of her last remaining parental figure finds herself captured by a BloodHound -a genetically enhanced being, designed to identify and retrieve the last remaining Negatives roaming the Earth.
She gets thrown into a sterile room to be subjected to various tests, under the pretence that her blood would be the key to develop an antidote against the deadly virus...But that couldn't be any further than the dark truth.
What will happen with her? Will the emotionless BloodHound that captured her grow a heart and try to save her or will she remain there trapped forever and at the mercy of a team of heartless doctors?
What will happen when the cruel Alpha of the Laxian planet learns of her existence? Will she manage to escape him or will she be caught in his claws, set for a miserable life as his personal breeder?
Warning: contains dark erotica themes such as non-consensual and/or violent sex
Enter at your own risk!

Lydia Moore is a spoiled momma's girl who lives in her perfect little bubble, blissfully unaware of the dangers lurking just around the corner...That until one day when she accidentally meets badboy/tattoo artist Julian Hale, who also happens to be her secret admirer and the one to change her life forever...
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"Why did you invite me into your home, Lydia? Aren't you afraid of me? Didn't you say that you were going to file a restraining order against me?"
She only blinked a few times in utter bewilderment, clearly taken aback by his words as she slowly turned around to face him.
"I-I was just...H-he was drunk and I know he can become a very difficult person to deal with when drunk," She rushed to explain as she dared look up into his oddly captivating eyes.
"Didn't seem like it to me," He tilted his head, his gaze becoming more and more intense with each passing second as it roamed all over her slowly heating up face, lowering to take a look at the state of her dressing.
"I-I...My mom would've killed me if she ever would've found out that he was here," She stammered, struggling to keep herself in check.
"Yeah, but you're alone with me now. You're alone and defenceless, and you invited me into your home. There are a thousand things I could do to you right now and no one would be able to save you from me," He so calmly said as he took a step even closer, their bodies being so close to touching with each ragged breath, her limbs already starting to shake at the sound of that.

Toda mi vida, he estado pensando en lo mismo... Que por ser quien era, estaba destinado a estar solo para siempre...
Pero, ¿quién hubiera pensado que en realidad estaba destinado a estar ligado a la Muerte misma?
—Sus dedos se deslizaron bajo mi barbilla, incitándome a mirarlo de nuevo y, en cuanto lo hice, mi corazón comenzó a latir con fuerza otra vez, notando cómo sus ojos inquietantes ahora se fijaban en mis labios mientras decía con voz ronca esas dos palabras de nuevo:
—Perdóname.
Y antes de que pudiera pronunciar una sola palabra, sus labios suaves y carnosos se estrellaron contra los míos en un beso casto, pero apasionado, enviando cálidos escalofríos por todo mi cuerpo, haciendo que mi corazón casi saltara de mi pecho mientras permanecíamos así por unos momentos, antes de que de repente se apartara, mirándome un poco sorprendido, solo ahora dándose cuenta de lo que acababa de hacer, luego se dio la vuelta y se alejó rápidamente, dejándome allí, sin palabras.

«El demonio ha vuelto...»
Estoy junto a mi casillero. «La pubertad debe haberlo golpeado como a un maldito camión. ¿Cuándo se puso tan jodidamente sexy?»
Sus manos grandes y fuertes se agarraron con fuerza a mis muñecas mientras las sujetaba con fuerza contra la puerta y a la altura de mis hombros, sintiendo que me dolían tanto los huesos que pensé que se me iban a romper con un poco más de presión.
Sin embargo, a pesar del terrible dolor, me negué a derramar ni una sola lágrima, y miré con dificultad sus resplandecientes esmeraldas.
«No te tengo miedo», escupí entre dientes apretados, al darme cuenta de la sonrisa diabólica que dibujaba sus labios naturalmente rosados.
«¿Qué tal ahora?»
Susurró perversamente, sintiendo que todo mi cuerpo se llenaba de puro miedo y horror mientras observaba cómo sus ojos cambiaban de un color verde esmeralda a un dorado resplandeciente antinaturalmente, mientras me miraba con avidez.
Su mano presionó rápidamente mi boca, silenciando abruptamente el grito que estaba a punto de estallar.
«No me importa lo que pienses, ¡eres mío!»
«Qué diablos...»
Carrie DeLuca, una adolescente poco normal con muchos problemas de comportamiento y una vida muy arruinada, se encuentra con el mayor problema de su vida: un hombre lobo con muchos problemas de ira y una clara obsesión por ella...
¿Qué puede hacer? ¿Huir lo más lejos posible de él o quedarse e intentar luchar contra él?

Eu inspirei de forma brusca e entrecortada, meu olhar cheio de lágrimas só agora se levantando para encontrar o dele. Mas, por algum motivo desconhecido, aqueles olhos âmbar ardentes lentamente desceram para meus lábios entreabertos, meu cérebro de repente registrando a posição muito comprometedora em que eu estava.
Meu Deus... Ele vai me forçar a...?
Oh Deus, por favor, não... Oh não...
Fechei os olhos com força, soltando um gemido, gotas quentes ainda escorrendo pelas minhas bochechas enquanto eu lutava para ficar parada apesar do meu tremor violento.
Isso não pode estar acontecendo. Não. Isso não é real. Isso é apenas um pesadelo. Não... Isso não está acontecendo!
"Tire sua camisa,"
Meus olhos se abriram de repente, levantando meu olhar para ele em puro horror e descrença, soltando um grito estrangulado e aterrorizado assim que sua mão envolveu meu braço para me levantar de uma maneira bastante rude.
"Eu disse, tire sua camisa,"
Engoli em seco com a impaciência no tom dele, piscando para afastar as lágrimas enquanto, eventualmente, minhas mãos trêmulas se moviam para puxar e tirar minha camiseta do corpo, me sentindo tão... nua e vulnerável enquanto eu estava na frente dele assim.

Fortes braços envolveram meu corpo muito menor, um calor confortável envolveu meu corpo formigante, seguido pelo toque mais suave e doce de seus lábios nos meus, movendo-se em um beijo lento e gentil.
Minhas pálpebras se fecharam por conta própria, pressionando-me ainda mais perto, minha mão encontrando seu caminho ao redor de seu pescoço, enterrando meus dedos em seu cabelo curto e macio enquanto as pequenas faíscas de luz brilhante ainda dançavam entre nós, misturando-se umas com as outras.
Parecia tão mágico, tão absolutamente etéreo, a maneira como todo o seu ser parecia tão próximo do meu, pequenos pedaços dele se entrelaçando com os meus, como pequenos fios prateados, esses minúsculos pedaços nos atraindo, criando um vínculo sobrenatural.

Toda a minha vida, eu pensei na mesma coisa... Que por causa de quem eu era, eu estava destinada a ficar sozinha para sempre...
Mas quem diria que, na verdade, eu estava destinada a ser ligada ao próprio Morte...
"Seus dedos foram sob meu queixo, me incentivando a olhar para ele novamente e, assim que o fiz, meu coração começou a disparar de novo, notando a maneira como seus olhos penetrantes agora estavam fixos em meus lábios enquanto ele dizia roucamente aquelas duas palavras novamente,
"Perdoe-me."
E antes que eu pudesse dizer uma única palavra, seus lábios macios e carnudos colidiram com os meus em um beijo casto, mas apaixonado, enviando formigamentos quentes por todo o meu corpo, fazendo meu coração quase saltar do peito enquanto ficamos assim por alguns momentos, antes que ele de repente se afastasse, me olhando um pouco chocado, só agora percebendo o que havia acabado de fazer, então se virou e rapidamente se afastou, me deixando ali, sem palavras."

"O demônio está de volta..."
Eu estou ao lado do meu armário. "A puberdade deve tê-lo atingido como um caminhão. Quando ele ficou tão incrivelmente atraente?"
Suas mãos fortes e grandes apertaram firmemente meus pulsos enquanto ele os segurava com força pressionados contra a porta e ao nível dos meus ombros, sentindo meus ossos doerem tanto que eu pensei que eles iriam quebrar com um pouco mais de pressão adicionada.
Mesmo assim, apesar da dor repugnante, recusei-me a derramar uma única lágrima, desafiadoramente olhando diretamente para seus olhos brilhantes de esmeralda.
"Não tenho medo de você", cuspi entre os dentes cerrados, notando aquele sorriso diabólico puxando seus lábios naturalmente rosados.
"E agora?"
Ele sussurrou maliciosamente, sentindo todo o meu corpo se encher de puro medo e horror enquanto eu observava seus olhos mudarem de sua cor verde esmeralda para um dourado brilhante de forma não natural, olhando famintamente para mim.
Sua mão pressionou rapidamente contra minha boca, silenciando abruptamente o grito que estava prestes a explodir.
"Não me importo com o que você pensa, você é minha!"
"O que diabos..."
Carrie DeLuca, uma adolescente não muito normal com muitos problemas de comportamento e uma vida seriamente complicada, encontra o maior problema de sua vida: um lobisomem com muitos problemas de raiva e uma clara obsessão por ela...
O que ela pode fazer? Correr o mais longe possível dele ou ficar e tentar se defender?

"Der Dämon ist zurück..."
Ich stehe an meinem Spind. "Die Pubertät muss ihn wie ein verdammter Lastwagen erwischt haben. Wann ist er so verdammt heiß geworden?"
Seine starken und großen Hände umklammerten fest meine Handgelenke, während er sie gewaltsam gegen die Tür auf Schulterhöhe drückte. Der Schmerz in meinen Knochen war so unerträglich, dass ich dachte, sie würden bei noch ein wenig mehr Druck brechen.
Trotz des widerlichen Schmerzes weigerte ich mich, auch nur eine Träne zu vergießen, und sah ihm herausfordernd direkt in seine funkelnden Smaragde.
"Ich habe keine Angst vor dir," spuckte ich zwischen zusammengebissenen Zähnen hervor und bemerkte das teuflische Grinsen, das an seinen natürlich rosafarbenen Lippen zupfte.
"Und jetzt?"
Er flüsterte boshaft, während ich spürte, wie mein ganzer Körper sich mit purer Angst und Schrecken füllte, als ich seine Augen von ihrem smaragdgrünen Farbton zu einem unnatürlich leuchtenden Gold wechseln sah, die mich hungrig anstarrten.
Seine Hand drückte schnell gegen meinen Mund und erstickte abrupt den Schrei, der kurz davor war, auszubrechen.
"Es ist mir egal, was du denkst, du gehörst mir!"
"Was zum..."
Carrie DeLuca, eine nicht ganz normale Teenagerin mit vielen Verhaltensproblemen und einem ernsthaft verkorksten Leben, trifft auf das größte Problem ihres Lebens: einen Werwolf mit vielen Wutproblemen und einer klaren Besessenheit von ihr...
Was kann sie tun? So weit wie möglich vor ihm weglaufen oder bleiben und versuchen, ihn abzuwehren?

Mein ganzes Leben lang habe ich über dasselbe nachgedacht... Dass ich, wegen dem, wer ich war, dazu bestimmt war, für immer allein zu sein...
Aber wer hätte gedacht, dass ich tatsächlich dazu bestimmt war, an den Tod selbst gebunden zu sein...
Seine Finger glitten unter mein Kinn und zwangen mich, wieder zu ihm aufzusehen. Sobald ich das tat, begann mein Herz erneut zu rasen, als ich bemerkte, wie seine unheimlichen Augen nun auf meine Lippen gerichtet waren und er heiser diese zwei Worte wiederholte:
"Vergib mir."
Und bevor ich ein einziges Wort herausbringen konnte, pressten sich seine weichen, vollen Lippen in einem keuschen, aber leidenschaftlichen Kuss auf meine, was warme Schauer durch meinen ganzen Körper jagte und mein Herz fast aus meiner Brust springen ließ. Wir blieben für ein paar Momente so, bevor er plötzlich zurückwich, mich ein wenig schockiert anstarrte, erst jetzt realisierend, was er gerade getan hatte, und sich dann umdrehte und schnell wegging, mich sprachlos zurücklassend.

"De demon is terug..."
Ik sta bij mijn kluisje. "De puberteit moet hem als een vrachtwagen hebben geraakt. Wanneer is hij zo verdomd knap geworden?"
Zijn sterke en grote handen grepen stevig om mijn polsen terwijl hij ze met kracht tegen de deur op schouderhoogte drukte, waardoor mijn botten zo verdomd veel pijn deden dat ik dacht dat ze zouden breken als hij nog iets meer druk zou uitoefenen.
Ondanks de misselijkmakende pijn weigerde ik een traan te laten, en keek hem uitdagend recht in zijn glinsterende smaragden ogen aan.
"Ik ben niet bang voor jou," spuugde ik tussen opeengeklemde tanden door, terwijl ik die duivelse grijns aan zijn natuurlijk roze lippen zag trekken.
"En nu?"
Hij fluisterde kwaadaardig, terwijl ik voelde hoe mijn hele lichaam zich vulde met pure angst en afschuw toen ik zijn ogen zag veranderen van hun smaragdgroene kleur naar een onnatuurlijk gloeiend goud, hongerig naar mij kijkend.
Zijn hand drukte snel tegen mijn mond, abrupt die schreeuw dempend die op het punt stond uit te barsten.
"Het kan me niet schelen wat je denkt, je bent van mij!"
"Wat de..."
Carrie DeLuca, een niet zo normale tiener met veel gedragsproblemen en een serieus verknipt leven, ontmoet de grootste problemen van haar leven: een weerwolf met veel woedeproblemen en een duidelijke obsessie voor haar...
Wat kan ze doen? Zo ver mogelijk van hem wegrennen of blijven en proberen hem van zich af te vechten?

"عاد الشيطان..."
أقف بجانب خزانتي. "يبدو أن البلوغ ضربه كالشاحنة. متى أصبح بهذا الجمال الفائق؟"
يداه القويتان والكبيرتان أمسكتا بمعصمي بإحكام بينما كان يضغطهما بقوة على الباب وعلى مستوى كتفي، شعرت بألم شديد في عظامي لدرجة أنني ظننت أنها ستنكسر مع قليل من الضغط الإضافي.
ومع ذلك، رغم الألم المروع، رفضت أن أذرف دمعة واحدة، ونظرت إليه بتحدٍ في عينيه اللامعتين باللون الزمردي.
"لست خائفة منك"، قلت بين أسناني المطبقة، ولاحظت تلك الابتسامة الشيطانية التي ترتسم على شفتيه الوردية الطبيعية.
"ماذا عن الآن؟"
همس بخبث، وشعرت بالخوف والرعب يملآن جسدي بالكامل بينما شاهدت عينيه تتحولان من اللون الأخضر الزمردي إلى لون ذهبي متوهج بشكل غير طبيعي، ينظران إلي بجوع.
ضغطت يده بسرعة على فمي، مما أسكت الصرخة التي كانت على وشك الانفجار.
"لا يهمني ما تفكرين به، أنتِ لي!"
"ما هذا..."
كاري دي لوكا، مراهقة ليست طبيعية تمامًا ولديها الكثير من المشاكل السلوكية وحياة مضطربة للغاية، تلتقي بأكبر مشكلة في حياتها: مستذئب لديه الكثير من مشاكل الغضب وهوس واضح بها...
ماذا يمكنها أن تفعل؟ هل تهرب بعيدًا عنه قدر الإمكان أم تبقى وتحاول مقاومته؟

"Demon wrócił..."
Stoję przy swojej szafce. "Dojrzewanie musiało go uderzyć jak cholerny tir. Kiedy stał się taki przystojny?"
Jego silne i duże dłonie mocno zacisnęły się wokół moich nadgarstków, przyciskając je do drzwi na wysokości moich ramion, tak mocno, że czułam, jak moje kości bolą tak cholernie, że myślałam, że zaraz pękną, jeśli doda jeszcze trochę siły.
Mimo tego przerażającego bólu odmówiłam uronienia choćby jednej łzy, wyzywająco patrząc prosto w jego lśniące szmaragdy.
"Nie boję się ciebie," wycedziłam przez zaciśnięte zęby, zauważając ten diabelski uśmieszek na jego naturalnie różowych ustach.
"A teraz?"
Szepnął złowieszczo, czując, jak całe moje ciało wypełnia się czystym strachem i przerażeniem, gdy patrzyłam, jak jego oczy zmieniają kolor z szmaragdowej zieleni na nienaturalnie świecące złoto, głodnie wpatrując się we mnie.
Jego ręka szybko przycisnęła się do moich ust, nagle tłumiąc krzyk, który miał się wydobyć.
"Nie obchodzi mnie, co myślisz, jesteś moja!"
"Co do..."
Carrie DeLuca, nie całkiem normalna nastolatka z wieloma problemami behawioralnymi i poważnie popapranym życiem, spotyka największy problem swojego życia: wilkołaka z wieloma problemami z gniewem i wyraźną obsesją na jej punkcie...
Co może zrobić? Uciekać jak najdalej od niego czy zostać i spróbować go zwalczyć?

"Demone er tilbake..."
Jeg står ved skapet mitt. "Puberteten må ha truffet ham som en jævla lastebil. Når ble han så utrolig kjekk?"
De sterke og store hendene hans grep hardt rundt håndleddene mine mens han tvang dem mot døren på høyde med skuldrene mine, og jeg følte at beina mine gjorde så jævla vondt at jeg trodde de skulle knekke med bare litt mer press.
Til tross for den kvalmende smerten nektet jeg å felle en eneste tåre, og så utfordrende rett tilbake inn i de glitrende smaragdgrønne øynene hans.
"Jeg er ikke redd for deg," spyttet jeg mellom sammenbitte tenner, og la merke til det djevelske smilet som trakk i de naturlig rosa leppene hans.
"Hva med nå?"
Han hvisket ondskapsfullt, og jeg kjente hele kroppen min fylles med ren frykt og skrekk da jeg så øynene hans skifte fra smaragdgrønn til en unaturlig glødende gyllen, sultent stirrende på meg.
Hånden hans presset raskt mot munnen min, og brått stilnet det skriket som var i ferd med å bryte ut.
"Jeg bryr meg ikke om hva du tenker, du er min!"
"Hva i..."
Carrie DeLuca, en ikke helt normal tenåring med mange atferdsproblemer og et seriøst fucked-up liv, møter sitt livs største trøbbel: en varulv med mye sinneproblemer og en klar besettelse over henne...
Hva kan hun gjøre? Løpe så langt unna som mulig eller bli og prøve å kjempe mot ham?

"Demont er tilbage..."
Jeg står ved mit skab. "Puberteten må have ramt ham som en lastbil. Hvornår blev han så skide lækker?"
Hans stærke og store hænder greb stramt om mine håndled, mens han med magt holdt dem presset mod døren i skulderhøjde, så mine knogler gjorde så ondt, at jeg troede, de ville knække, hvis han bare tilføjede lidt mere pres.
På trods af den kvalmende smerte nægtede jeg at fælde en eneste tåre og så udfordrende lige tilbage i hans glitrende smaragder.
"Jeg er ikke bange for dig," hvæsede jeg mellem sammenbidte tænder og bemærkede det djævelske smil, der trak i hans naturligt lyserøde læber.
"Hvad så nu?"
Han hviskede ondsindet, og jeg mærkede, hvordan hele min krop blev fyldt med ren frygt og rædsel, da jeg så hans øjne skifte fra deres smaragdgrønne farve til en unaturligt glødende gylden, mens de sultent stirrede på mig.
Hans hånd pressede hurtigt mod min mund og afbrød brat det skrig, der var ved at bryde ud.
"Jeg er ligeglad med, hvad du tænker, du er min!"
"Hvad fanden..."
Carrie DeLuca, en ikke helt normal teenager med masser af adfærdsproblemer og et seriøst fucked-up liv, møder sit livs største problem: en varulv med masser af vredesproblemer og en klar besættelse af hende...
Hvad kan hun gøre? Løbe så langt væk som muligt fra ham eller blive og forsøge at kæmpe imod ham?

"Demonen är tillbaka..."
Jag står vid mitt skåp. "Puberteten måste ha träffat honom som en jävla lastbil. När blev han så förbannat het?"
Hans starka och stora händer greppade hårt runt mina handleder när han tvingade dem mot dörren i höjd med mina axlar, och jag kände hur mina ben värkte så mycket att jag trodde de skulle gå av om han bara lade till lite mer tryck.
Trots den sjuka smärtan vägrade jag att fälla en enda tår, och jag såg utmanande rakt in i hans glittrande smaragder.
"Jag är inte rädd för dig," spottade jag mellan sammanbitna tänder, och märkte det djävulska leendet som drog i hans naturligt rosa läppar.
"Hur är det nu då?"
Han viskade ondskefullt, och jag kände hur hela min kropp fylldes av ren rädsla och skräck när jag såg hans ögon ändras från deras smaragdgröna färg till en onaturligt glödande gyllene, hungrigt stirrande på mig.
Hans hand pressades snabbt mot min mun, och tystade abrupt det skrik som var på väg att bryta ut.
"Jag bryr mig inte om vad du tycker, du är min!"
"Vad i..."
Carrie DeLuca, en inte helt normal tonåring med många beteendeproblem och ett seriöst jävla liv, möter sitt livs största problem: en varulv med mycket ilska och en klar besatthet av henne...
Vad kan hon göra? Springa så långt bort som möjligt från honom eller stanna och försöka kämpa emot honom?

"악마가 돌아왔어..."
나는 내 사물함 옆에 서 있었다. "사춘기가 그를 완전히 바꿔놨나 봐. 언제 이렇게 멋있어졌지?"
그의 강하고 큰 손이 내 손목을 꽉 잡고 문에 강하게 눌러댔다. 어깨 높이에서 내 뼈가 부러질 것 같은 아픔이 느껴졌다.
하지만 그 끔찍한 고통에도 불구하고 나는 눈물 한 방울 흘리지 않고, 도전적인 눈빛으로 그의 반짝이는 에메랄드 눈을 똑바로 바라보았다.
"난 너 안 무서워," 이를 악물고 내뱉었다. 그의 자연스럽게 분홍빛을 띤 입술에 악마 같은 미소가 번지는 것을 보면서.
"지금은 어때?"
그가 사악하게 속삭였다. 그의 눈이 에메랄드 그린에서 비정상적으로 빛나는 황금색으로 변하는 것을 보며 내 몸 전체가 순수한 공포로 가득 찼다.
그의 손이 갑자기 내 입을 막아, 터져 나오려던 비명을 억눌렀다.
"네가 뭐라 생각하든 상관없어, 넌 내 거야!"
"뭐라고..."
캐리 드루카, 평범하지 않은 십대 소녀로 행동 문제도 많고 인생이 엉망인 그녀는 인생 최대의 문제를 만난다: 분노 문제를 가진 늑대인간이 그녀에게 집착하고 있다...
그녀는 어떻게 해야 할까? 그에게서 최대한 멀리 도망치거나, 남아서 그와 싸워야 할까?

"Ang demonyo ay bumalik..."
Nakatayo ako sa tabi ng aking locker. "Parang binangga siya ng puberty ng isang trak. Kailan pa siya naging sobrang gwapo?"
Ang malalakas at malalaking kamay niya ay mahigpit na nakahawak sa aking mga pulso habang pinipilit niyang ipitin ito sa pinto sa antas ng aking mga balikat, nararamdaman ko ang sakit sa aking mga buto na parang mababali na lang sa kaunting dagdag na presyon.
Ngunit sa kabila ng nakakasukang sakit, tumanggi akong magpatulo ng kahit isang luha, matapang na tumitig pabalik sa kanyang kumikislap na mga mata na parang esmeralda.
"Hindi ako natatakot sa'yo," sabi ko sa pagitan ng mga ngipin, napansin ang demonyong ngiti na humihila sa kanyang natural na mapulang mga labi.
"Paano ngayon?"
Bulong niya ng may kasamaan, naramdaman ko ang buong katawan ko na napuno ng purong takot at hilakbot habang pinapanood ko ang kanyang mga mata na nagbago mula sa kulay esmeralda patungo sa hindi natural na kumikislap na ginto, na gutom na gutom na nakatitig sa akin.
Mabilis niyang pinisil ang kanyang kamay sa aking bibig, biglang pinatahimik ang sigaw na malapit nang sumabog.
"Wala akong pakialam sa iniisip mo, akin ka!"
"Ano ba..."
Si Carrie DeLuca, isang hindi pangkaraniwang teenager na may maraming problema sa pag-uugali at seryosong magulong buhay, ay nakatagpo ng pinakamalaking problema sa kanyang buhay: isang werewolf na may maraming galit at malinaw na obsesyon sa kanya...
Ano ang magagawa niya? Tumakbo nang malayo hangga't maaari mula sa kanya o manatili at subukang labanan siya?

"Con quỷ đã trở lại..."
Tôi đứng cạnh tủ đồ của mình. "Dậy thì chắc đã đập vào nó như một cái xe tải. Khi nào mà nó trở nên nóng bỏng thế này?"
Đôi tay mạnh mẽ và to lớn của hắn siết chặt cổ tay tôi, ép chúng vào cửa ở mức vai tôi, khiến xương tôi đau đến mức tôi nghĩ chúng sẽ gãy nếu hắn thêm chút áp lực nữa.
Dù đau đớn đến phát bệnh, tôi vẫn từ chối rơi một giọt nước mắt nào, thách thức nhìn thẳng vào đôi mắt lấp lánh màu ngọc lục bảo của hắn.
"Tôi không sợ anh," tôi nghiến răng nói, nhận thấy nụ cười quỷ quyệt kéo trên đôi môi hồng tự nhiên của hắn.
"Bây giờ thì sao?"
Hắn thì thầm một cách độc ác, khiến toàn thân tôi tràn ngập nỗi sợ hãi và kinh hoàng khi tôi thấy đôi mắt hắn chuyển từ màu ngọc lục bảo sang màu vàng sáng không tự nhiên, nhìn tôi một cách thèm khát.
Tay hắn nhanh chóng bịt miệng tôi, đột ngột ngăn chặn tiếng hét sắp bùng nổ.
"Tôi không quan tâm cô nghĩ gì, cô là của tôi!"
"Cái quái gì..."
Carrie DeLuca, một thiếu niên không mấy bình thường với nhiều vấn đề về hành vi và một cuộc sống rối ren, gặp phải rắc rối lớn nhất đời mình: một người sói với nhiều vấn đề về cơn giận và một sự ám ảnh rõ ràng về cô...
Cô có thể làm gì? Chạy càng xa càng tốt khỏi hắn hay ở lại và cố gắng chống lại hắn?

"ปีศาจกลับมาแล้ว..."
ฉันยืนอยู่ข้างล็อกเกอร์ "วัยรุ่นต้องกระแทกเขาเหมือนรถบรรทุกแน่ๆ เมื่อไหร่เขาถึงได้หล่อขนาดนี้?"
มือใหญ่และแข็งแรงของเขาจับข้อมือฉันแน่น กดมันกับประตูที่ระดับไหล่ของฉัน รู้สึกว่ากระดูกของฉันเจ็บมากจนคิดว่ามันจะหักถ้าเขาเพิ่มแรงอีกนิดเดียว
แม้จะเจ็บปวดแค่ไหน ฉันก็ไม่ยอมให้หยดน้ำตาไหลออกมา มองกลับไปที่ดวงตาสีมรกตของเขาอย่างท้าทาย
"ฉันไม่กลัวนาย" ฉันพูดผ่านฟันที่กัดแน่น สังเกตเห็นรอยยิ้มปีศาจที่ดึงริมฝีปากสีชมพูธรรมชาติของเขา
"แล้วตอนนี้ล่ะ?"
เขากระซิบอย่างชั่วร้าย รู้สึกว่าร่างกายของฉันเต็มไปด้วยความกลัวและสยองขวัญเมื่อเห็นดวงตาของเขาเปลี่ยนจากสีมรกตเป็นสีทองที่เรืองแสงอย่างไม่ธรรมชาติ มองฉันอย่างหิวกระหาย
มือของเขากดปากฉันอย่างรวดเร็ว ทำให้เสียงกรีดร้องที่กำลังจะออกมาหยุดลงทันที
"ฉันไม่สนใจว่านายคิดยังไง นายเป็นของฉัน!"
"อะไรนะ..."
แคร์รี่ เดอลูก้า วัยรุ่นที่ไม่ค่อยปกติ มีปัญหาพฤติกรรมมากมายและชีวิตที่ยุ่งเหยิงสุดๆ พบกับปัญหาที่ใหญ่ที่สุดในชีวิตของเธอ: มนุษย์หมาป่าที่มีปัญหาเรื่องความโกรธและความหลงใหลในตัวเธออย่างชัดเจน...
เธอจะทำยังไง? หนีไปให้ไกลที่สุดจากเขาหรืออยู่และพยายามต่อสู้กับเขา?

"Setannya kembali..."
Aku berdiri di dekat loker. "Masa pubertas pasti menghantamnya seperti truk. Kapan dia jadi seganteng ini?"
Tangan besarnya yang kuat mencengkeram pergelangan tanganku dengan erat, menekannya dengan paksa ke pintu di level bahuku, membuat tulang-tulangku sakit banget sampai aku pikir mereka akan patah kalau dia menambah sedikit lagi tekanan.
Namun meskipun rasa sakitnya luar biasa, aku menolak untuk meneteskan air mata, menatap balik ke dalam mata hijaunya yang berkilauan dengan penuh tantangan.
"Aku nggak takut sama kamu," aku meludah di antara gigi yang terkatup rapat, memperhatikan senyum iblis yang menarik bibir merah mudanya yang alami.
"Bagaimana sekarang?"
Dia berbisik dengan jahat, membuat seluruh tubuhku dipenuhi rasa takut dan ngeri saat aku melihat matanya berubah dari hijau zamrud menjadi emas yang bersinar tak wajar, menatapku dengan lapar.
Tangannya dengan cepat menekan mulutku, tiba-tiba membungkam teriakan yang hampir keluar.
"Aku nggak peduli apa yang kamu pikirkan, kamu milikku!"
"Apa-apaan ini..."
Carrie DeLuca, seorang remaja yang tidak terlalu normal dengan banyak masalah perilaku dan hidup yang benar-benar kacau, bertemu dengan masalah terbesar dalam hidupnya: seorang manusia serigala dengan banyak masalah kemarahan dan obsesi yang jelas terhadapnya...
Apa yang bisa dia lakukan? Lari sejauh mungkin darinya atau tetap tinggal dan mencoba melawannya?

This is a sexy and dark retelling of Beauty and the Beast where the beauty is a shy and sweet twenty-one year old girl and the beast is a twisted, psychotic, arrogant and cunning vampire.