3 Book(s) Related to simbi khali

What happens when you are born to be the ruler of the supernatural world. to rule it like the way you grew up to see your father and forefathers. when you desperately want to fill in their shoes but can't? Why? Because there is someone else with the same potential and might be slightly better than you?

What happens if you see your birthright taken away from you and not just by someone random, but by someone who was supposed to be with you, love you, cherish you, and be with you for the rest of your life.

He is your mate but doesn't want to acknowledge it or share the glory with you or by your side but rather wants to cut you off completely? And doesn't even want to give you an explanation?

Is a power greater than love? does the term soulmate mean nothing to him?

How heartless can one be?

Come along in the journey of love, hate, and betrayal with Alejandro King, the heir to the throne and most hated being in the werewolf world

"This marriage is a lie, our relation is a lie, it's just a stupid contract."

He was a pro, in the game of lies he was a king. he pulled me to him by my waist like it was the most natural thing he did, I gasped lightly. Everywhere he touched my skin tingled, he held my waist possessively, like showing ownership in some weird way I liked it.

Erika Price has been married to Dimitri Price for almost four years, seeing that this marriage was going nowhere, she decided to as for a divorce. Yet unexpectedly, Dimitri rejected her.

I'd been waiting to do this ever since I met him again…

And I knew he wanted to, too.

Within seconds, Arturo flipped me around, taking control of the kiss.

Dominating me.

He slammed me against the wall, his hands everywhere.

Tracing the sides of my hips,

My thighs,

My crack

I was in a state of ecstasy.

His hands slid underneath my dress, squeezing my thighs.

“Not here,” he panted breathlessly. “Let's go to my office.”


Arturo Abruzzi tore the world apart to find the woman that he loved, who mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Feeling empty without her. Cold. Numb. Hollow. Feeling like he was better off dead. Better off six feet under the ground. And there were times when he would provoke his assassin to pull the trigger. Wishing that his suffering would be put to an end. Asking God to drag him straight to hell. After all, hell was the resting place for criminals like him, wasn't it? The final destination for Mafia men? But years later, fate caused their paths to collide again. To cross again. Except this time, she was married to someone else...