26 Book(s) Related to slaughter gang shit

Valentina opens her eyes to see the face of the man she love with all of her heart for nearly three years.

It was a wonder how they still managed to stay together for so long when she recalled the number of fights and arguments they've gone through.

He's a handsome man and a rich man as a plus. There are so many women in the world he can choose and will surely make a beeline just for a day with him.

And he chooses her.

A normal woman or so she thought.

Valentina Rodriguez.

22 years old.

Valentina came from a middle-class family, and she liked to put it like that.

Her father, Andrew Rodriguez, owned his own company, and her mom, Lovy Arden, owned her own company. So, they merged the company after marriage and became one of the most famous company ever joined.

She has four siblings.

Mason, the eldest, Peter the second, she's the third and Anne the youngest of them.

When her mother and father said they wanted to retire, she practically tried to jump into the sea.

When they announced Mason and Peter to take over, she cried to the sky shouting, ‘Thank you for blocking me away from this busy worlds...!'

He's a good man and has an excellent looking figure. His body is what all women fantasized about in their heads.

His abs, oh, no.

She drooled at the sight of it.

It is his reward for working out after work if he's not busy.

That is one of the reasons why they fight and argue a lot.

'YOU DESERVE BETTER"

"Lexy, stop!"

The woman wiped her eyes bitterly. She walks out of the building and walks to her car near the entrance.

Opening the car door, she ignored the shouts of the man who just walk out of the building in large strides.

"Lexy!" The man roared before gripping his hair in frustration.

"Brett..." A small voice called out coquettishly.

Brett turned around and looked at the woman in front of him in anger and disgust. His cold eyes were wide open, and his lips were curled upside down in disgust. He looked at the woman with killing intent in his eyes. His eyes flash red for a second before he gritted his teeth and turn his head around. Looking anywhere but her.

He clenched and unclenched his fist, trying to calm himself down from exploding.

A few moments after, "Scram." he said before walking to his red Audi car without looking back at the woman who stood frozen at the entrance of the Night Hotel.

Avilla gritted her teeth as she watched Brett's car disappear from her sight. But, upon recalling Lexy's reaction when she saw them just now, a sinister smile appeared on her face.

"Brett is mine. Trash would only be trash." her eyes turned vicious as she looks at the dark sky.

After her mother's death, 17-year-old Celine moves in with her last living relative, her stepbrother Damian - the cold-hearted leader of a dangerous gang.

But everything changes when she meets Jax, the charismatic rival who also leads a gang and exerts a sinister attraction on her. As the feud between Damian and Jax escalates, Damian battles not only his enemy, but also the forbidden feelings that Celine has ignited within him.

Torn between loyalty to Damian and passion for Jax, Celine becomes a pawn in a deadly game of power, desire and secrets.

Three super-rich, New York Royalty, powerful, and notorious with women. Three stories of how they take charge of a billion-dollar empire, fulfill their women’s dream, and find true love in unexpected ways.
The life of ambitious and notorious playboy CEO is shocked to the core when a woman in a death bed has him promised one thing—the very least he’s expected—or shall he say, even the hell freezes—to get married for 1095 days.
It’s the last thing he wants. Well, he has everything, literally, but who can resist the beauty of a town girl with big blue eyes staring at him? He starts fantasizing about her. But there’s something from his past that might link him to her, and that can change whatever they feel forever.
It’s always been her—the redhead, best friend is off-limits. Years later, he never expects that she becomes his assistant—the now gorgeous, smart, irresistible, and… cold. But something’s telling him that he’s willing to bend the rules if it means to have his best friend back and maybe… even more.

they tried to hide their past from her, but of course your past always comes running back- haunting you and reminding you of everything that you did wrong.
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The truth behind Jake Collins intentions were hidden. A dark soul that only wanted vengeance, not caring whom he hurt in the end and the repercussions.

Faye Lacuna, was the chosen one. The one he would use and pretend to love, just to get to her father. The one that he would hurt to no end, even if he loved her.

"Now I'm going to bend you over and fuck you."
"Right now.. Hard.. And I'm not pulling out until I'm satisfied."
He didn't give her a second to think. He spun her around, her ass up, leg spread, pussy soaked waiting.
"Fuck!!!" He growled behind her, one hand grabbing her hip, the other spreading her legs wider.
"Look at this pussy.. Begging to be ruined."
She was rejected by the mate she loved… and now she's his brother's pawn.
Kaelen Veyr, cursed and feared, buys Sylvara Rynne… not for love, but to make his step-brother angry.
She's stubborn, fiery, and refuses to be tamed…but every clash with him sparks a dangerous desire neither can deny. A game of revenge. A storm of lust. And a fire that could destroy them both.

Greyson has been through the emotional ringer and needs change.  So, he quits his high-paying CEO position to turn his mansion into a bed and breakfast and transform the yard into a paradise. Never wanting to sit at a desk again, Greyson recruits a manager to oversee the bed and breakfast. Jenna has a need to prove herself to a man she only knows by his reputation. However, when she arrives at the mansion, she doesn't meet the powerful CEO, only the man she assumes is his gardener. Tempers flare as they work to open the business. It’s not until Jenna’s nightmare catches up with her that Greyson begins to understand what she’s really fighting for. Determined not to repeat past mistakes, Greyson will do the one thing he swore he would never do again. He'll put on the suit and become the CEO he'd grown to hate to save her.

Life was ordinary until fate intervened, thrusting me into a world I could never have imagined.

When my father tragically passed away, leaving me devastated and alone, the course of my existence took an unexpected turn.

At his funeral, I discovered a stunning secret: my grandmother was a powerful matriarch, the owner of the biggest hotel chains in the country.

In an instant, I went from struggling to make ends meet to becoming the sole heiress of an immense fortune.

It was then that I encountered those seven guys and my life began to shift in ways I could never have foreseen.

A whirlwind of new emotions and experiences that I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams.

In the heart of a high-security men's prison, Liberty Lockwood, a brilliant yet repressed criminal psychologist, embarks on a groundbreaking experiment. As the sole female inmate among a sea of hardened criminals, she becomes the focal point of an electrifying social study.

Her mission: to understand the impact of a female presence on incarcerated men. But what begins as a professional endeavor quickly transforms into a tantalizing journey of unexpected desire and danger.

Surrounded by inmates craving female company, Liberty catches the eye of a notorious prison gang, drawing her into a perilous game of possession and control. In this treacherous world of mob bosses, hitmen, and twisted admirers, she finds herself teetering on the edge between survival and surrender.

As alliances form for her protection and boundaries blur, Liberty grapples with her own desires, discovering a world of thrilling passion she never dared to explore. Can she maintain her professional facade amidst the chaos of temptation and danger? Or will she succumb to the alluring pull of the unexpected romance blossoming within the confines of the prison walls?

On her eighteenth birthday, she receives an unexpected gift: an acceptance letter from a magic academy.
That's when she discovers she's a shapeshifter. Her biological parents left behind only a single letter, telling her to find the truth at the academy.
The school is full of danger. Even worse, she can't shift at all.
On her very first day, she's almost burned to ashes by a dragon, the most feared student on campus.
Wait... She only wanted to be friends with the dragon. How did she end up becoming the academy's public enemy?
School Rule No. 1: Never go outside on the night of a full moon. But she does, and comes face to face with a werewolf who has completely lost his humanity.
The last dragon in the magical world: "A bet is a bet. Next time, you're watching a movie sitting on my back."
The Alpha of the werewolf pack: "I won't let anyone lay a finger on you."

He was dragged onto a debate stage as a replacement.

He could barely order lunch without apologizing to the cashier.

Then he took one wrong sip from the bottle in his bag, stood up in front of six hundred people, and made the national champion forget how to answer.

"As you make your bed so you must lie in it. Pretty noble to sell your body for your brother. And you nearly lost your life for your cheap friend? A sacrifice must be your life motto. Who do you think you are? A saint?"

He captured her, and no way to escape this devil. In his peculiar way, both tough and gentle, she can only accept it and lower her guard down.

He was looking for someone who stole his disc and took someone who's just an ordinary and young supermarket staff. Her life totally changed since she met him.

He forces everything, including a three-year contract, to be his woman. Her enchanting beauty captured him, and the love-hate journey started.

The system told me to do good deeds during the apocalypse.
It also said I should redeem the world with love.
I’ve always been quick to take advice. So I raised my blade and struck down every scum of humanity one by one.
The system went berserk, letting out a shrill roar inside my head:
"Ahhh Host! Why are you killing people?! This is wicked! You’ll get your points deducted!"
I flicked the blood off my blade and looked around at the beheaded zombies littering the ground.
There was also the man I’d run through the throat—he’d just pushed a living person out to be eaten by zombies.
My fingertips brushed the word carved into the hilt: Love.
"What’s the problem?" I asked.
"I’m using my love to send them to where they deserve to go. Physical deliverance is also an act of kindness."

My name is Shawna I was raised in a small town with a motorcycle gang. It was rumored that my father was a leader of a motorcycle gang and that my mother was too young to take care of me. I was put up for adoption when I was a baby. For as long as I could remember I was not allowed outside at night. You would hear Harleys and growls coming from the darkness. There was several times that I wanted to explore these noises but my windows were barred and the only way out of the house was through the front door. One night I got off work late and was heading home from work and I was attacked by a huge wolf. Then in a blink of an eye there was a human. He ripped my clothes off and slapped me. Then I heard an Harley pull up and the leader and president of the motorcycle gang was there. Before everything went dark I only heard one word " Mate."

“I am Ivan, a meteorologist. In my past life, I was tied up in the snow and froze to death by my wife’s family. After being reborn, I personally bought up all the inferior supplies they needed. When a blizzard of minus fifty degrees Celsius came down, and when the gangsters kicked down his door, I was sitting in a safe house two kilometers away, holding a whiskey, watching the surveillance footage—this is my revenge.”

A gang boss ground my treasured staff into dust with one boot. “A gutter-bred bastard from the slums, and you’re hiding something this delicate? Cripple him. Let him learn who runs this turf.”
I stared at the silver-white powder on the floor. It was the last relic my brothers left me.
I once swore these hands would be used only to save people, never to kill again.
But today, even the heavens refused to allow it.
I lifted my head slowly. The elven ears I’d kept lowered in submission rose one by one in the dark, sharp as a wolf’s.
“You’re asking me who runs this turf?”
My fist snapped out and caved in the boss’s nose.
I twisted backhanded. Three elite enforcers had their bones shattered in an instant, collapsing like sacks of rotten meat.
I grabbed the boss by the throat with one hand and hoisted his two-hundred-pound body into the air, eyes cold as if I were staring at a corpse.
“Three years ago, when I laid down the rules in this district, you didn’t even know where you were playing in the mud.”
“My things are not for you to touch.”

I boarded The Elysium, thinking it was just another job.

A luxury cruise ship. A floating paradise for the world’s elite.

Private. Untouchable. Unregulated.

I was wrong.

Within hours, I was accused of a murder I didn’t commit.

And on The Elysium, innocence is not something you prove.

It’s something you lose.

That’s when I met him.

Silas Voss.

They call him the Sovereign of the ship.

He didn’t ask if I was guilty.

He asked how much I was worth.

I was given a choice:

Death… or a ninety-day contract under his control.

His physician.
His property.
His possession.

I signed it.

Because I had no other way to survive.

I told myself I could endure him.

I told myself I could outsmart him.

But The Elysium doesn’t break people through violence alone.

It breaks them through permission.

And Silas Voss never takes what he can’t make you agree to give.

Every attempt I made to escape only brought me closer to him.

Every rule I broke only made him calmer.

More patient.

More interested.

Until I realized something I never should have felt in a place like this—

Fear wasn’t the worst part anymore.

And what he was turning me into… might be worse than what he did to me.

⚠MATURE READERS ONLY⚠ DARK ROMANCE | MORALLY GREY HERO | OBSESSION | FORCED PROXIMITY ⚠

Yes, I jumped from that rooftop. Wind screaming in my ears as I fell, thinking it might finally earn me one fucking tear from them. Instead, all I got was "she's so dramatic."
Now I'm staring at fifteen-year-old skin in the mirror. Downstairs, their fake voices call my name—identical to that "welcome home" afternoon three years ago.
Yvette rushes to hug me, sugar-sweet venom dripping from her lips: "Remember who the princess is." I give her the same plastic smile right back.
I hear the voice in my head crystal clear: This time, I'm not fighting for their love—I'm taking back the life that was always mine.

Stella Moore only wanted Revenge.

Ten years ago, her family was murdered by King's corporation.
Forced into hiding, she and her aunt fled to another country, taking on new identities to escape their enemies. Now she's back– to make every one of them pay.

As the president's secretary, she can access the corporation's secrets. Step by step she gathers evidence to bring down King’s corporation. But there’s one problem in her way–the president–Liam Carson.
Handsome, charming, and kind, he stirs feelings she has never known. As the lines between love and revenge start to blur, Stella faces an impossible choice.

Will she carry on with her plans for revenge and throw away her chance at love? Or will she give it up for the man whose family destroyed hers? And when the truth of who she is finally comes out–will their love be enough?

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

To end two years of a long-distance marriage with my husband, Sutton Brennan, I quit my job and moved halfway across the state to join his top-tier medical center.
But from the moment I clocked in on day one, a nightmare awaited me.
IV pain pumps violently popped open in my hands, medication cabinets rejected my fingerprints, coffee machines sprayed me with boiling water, microwaves exploded in public, and the employee lockers locked me out entirely.
My colleagues laughed at me, calling me a walking disaster. The head nurse publicly berated me for being incompetent. And my husband, the man I trusted most, simply smiled his gentle smile and said, "You're just tense. Give it a few more days."
In my past life, I believed him. I gritted my teeth and held on until the bitter end—and ultimately died inside this very hospital.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my first day of work.

In my past life, I gave away all my resources to protect them, only to have my girlfriend and best friend lock the security door themselves, leaving me to be devoured alive by zombies in despair.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back three days before the apocalypse.
I maxed out my credit cards, frantically stockpiled hundreds of tons of supplies, and built an indestructible steel fortress! When the bloody apocalypse arrived as scheduled, those traitors were frantically torn apart by monsters outside the door, crying and banging on the door for help.
I sat in front of the monitor, took a sip of hot coffee, and calmly pulled down the last steel gate.
"In this life, you don't even deserve to be dogs."

This was supposed to be a romantic night celebrating my fifth wedding anniversary with my husband.
Until Reddit pushed the same post to me four times in a row: [Tonight at 11:00 PM, the female CEO of Aetheria Tech will have her throat brutally slit]
I didn’t buy it. With a net worth in the billions, the line of people wanting me dead could stretch all the way down Wall Street.
Until I clicked on the attached photo—it was the exact sofa I was sitting on right now.
I checked the time. Half an hour left.
If I scream right now, will I even make it to eleven?

A torrential downpour of strong acid flooded the city, and mutated sea monsters slaughtered buildings. When Chloe, along with burly men from the rugby team, wielding fire axes, frantically smashed down the door, attempting to burn me alive and steal my bottled water, I had already welded the security door firmly into the load-bearing wall.
Faced with the pried-open door, I didn't waste any words and directly used a 20,000-volt electric spear to pierce the strong man's thigh! Then, I coldly pushed the blood-soaked floor outside.
The pungent smell of blood instantly attracted the skeletal behemoths from the water, turning the corridor into a horrific slaughterhouse. I listened coldly to their desperate screams in front of the monitor.
In this desolate wasteland, you think you can survive by stepping on me? Then feed the monsters with your flesh and blood !

"Mate" one word managed to escape my lips.Only to see Lucius one of my pack members, was having a wolf in his grip, she was struggling aimlessly.
"mine"my wolf said loudly, I found myself taking graceful strides towards her.
"alpha, I saw this lady was having a spear applied with wolvesbane, for that reason I had to stop her"
" mine" my Wolf growled that word again.
" alpha, you can't be taking her, she is an enemy, much worse a rogue at that"
" give me some space "
"but alpha.."
"I said leave"

Alpha Rowland, had no son for a Long period of time, he wanted an heir, so was Emily, the Luna of the pack. They wondered if the goddess of the moon wanted to punish them.But what will happen on the blood moon, where many packs, will come together and they could choose any woman and try different sexcapade, will Emily eventually have sex with any man, or the alpha King himself.