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Escape. That's all I needed to do. For running was my only option left. But that was the problem when running from a HellBeast King. He liked the chase. So, as I continue to navigate myself around his cruel world, I find not only my life on the line but the Fate of all of those I hold dear.

They say love makes the world go around. Mason Lowell set mine spinning. One night. Three kisses. And the promise of more when morning came. While the city of London slept, he made good on our promise. Only to cut me with his words as the sun broke. I ran from him—I always ran. But Mason Lowell was different, and he wouldn't let me go without a fight, finding my flaws and embedding himself into them.

A face I knew well...my own. So now there’s an imposter pretending to me at The Devil's Ring, and the question now is: how long will a HellBeast King be fooled? But then with two of us trying to get close, I can’t help but wonder which of us will be hunted, and which of us will be claimed.

The day I snuck into the infamous Devil’s Ring Fight Club. I had followed my cousin Amelia, who turned out not to be quite as innocent as I first believed. In fact, it turned out she didn’t live in the same world as I did…Not at all. I knew this the moment I entered his kingdom. My world changed the moment he found me. He gave me a warning that night. He told me if he ever found me again then next time, he wouldn’t be so quick in letting me escape him. His little Red Riding Hood. It was a threat I took seriously as it was only my dreams that took me back to that place.

Delphine Dansey carries her heart on the outside of her body; she's looking for love and chasing dreams. She's spoiled and selfish, the kind of beautiful that's made for money and fame. But somehow she's ended up in my keeping: a pretty submissive I can't seem to resist, a lover who obsesses and tempts me.

After a difficult start, Caden Payne—the top commander in the Welsh Mafia Organization—is ready to turn over a new leaf. And with that resolution comes his biggest mission yet—full management of a multi-billion-dollar private security training base. The only problem? In order to get the funding, he’s been paired up with the daughter of the project’s beneficiary—their biggest competitor and rival, Johansen Enterprises. Circe Johansen isn’t his type. And he’s definitely not interested in her like that, despite having to work closely with her to complete his mission.

It started the moment I woke up in hospital; I naively believed I would find myself alone. I was wrong, because the HellBeast King wasn’t done with me. Far from it, in fact, as he told me he had made a vow...a vow to keep me safe. But as my fate started to unravel, revealing more and more pieces of him at the core, I couldn’t help but question: was his vow to keep me safe, or was it simply a HellBeast’s fight to keep me?

I'm kidnapped in the dead of night and wake up face-to-face with Demitri Vetrov. Dangerous and heartless, Demitri is the most feared man in the world. I've heard whispers of what he's capable of. I'm thrown into a nightmare where I don't know who I can trust, and fear for my life is my only constant companion. I'm forced to be at Demitri's mercy, I'm just not sure he has any. It also doesn't help that he's disarmingly attractive. Tall, dark, and deadly. Knowing this, he uses it against me like a weapon, breaking down my walls faster than I can put them up.

Every town has a history. Ours is just a little darker than most. For years, I've celebrated Halloween and Hollow Bridge's history with everyone else who lives here. Parades, festivals, and insane Halloween parties have always been a staple for us. Some bad behavior is expected, given what we're celebrating. But murder has never been on the table before. Someone in Hollow Bridge wants to bring the stories to life, and they're not firing any warning shots. When rumors of someone wearing a Halloween mask surface, it isn't long before the first person is killed.

For weeks, I've been watching her. Stalking her. Now, it's time to start playing with my beautiful little pawn. From the moment I first saw her from afar, I knew she would become my prized possession. I will gaslight her into thinking she is my obedient ward, trapped in the Victorian era. She is my unwilling captive, forced to play my sadistic game for her own survival. She will have no choice but to bow to my rules and discipline. In time, her memories of a modern life will fade. If not, she will pay a painful price.

He won an hour with me from a stupid bet. We were several shots of whiskey and two pints of Guinness in when Devin suggested we play his game. That hour turned into the next morning.

It started as a HellBeast’s mistake that ended in me making my own. Now I am paying for it; now I am running from it. I am soon to discover how foolish that was, because you can't run from the HellBeast King, not when he still wants you. Not when that King isn’t ready to let you go. So now I am being hunted, and soon he will find me...I know this.

Skyscraper cheekbones, lush lips, and magnetic topaz eyes. I’m talking about Eric Hansen. Rich prick. Glorified hockey star. Thinks he’s amazing. Yeah. The Golden Boy and I are well acquainted. In prep school he trampled on my heart and kept right on going. Three years later, he’s living the high life with frat parties at Hawthorne University. On the other hand, people barely notice me. I’m the nobody, surviving in the seedy part of town as I struggle to keep my head above treacherous waters. The avoidance game we’ve been playing was working—until he rescues me.

Summer Mackenzie's high-school sweetheart shattered her heart years ago when he betrayed her. Now he's a world-famous rock star and the last thing she wants is to see him again when her life is crumbling around her. Forgetting what he did is impossible. Ignoring the way he still makes her feel is a losing battle. Saying yes when he throws her a lifeline that will mean living and working closer to him? That would be crazy.

She broke the rules of our game—she ran. Now she will pay. When will my pretty pawn learn that I am the master of this game? Only I will be the victor. She thinks she can hide from me. She thinks she can escape my wrath. She's wrong. This time when I catch her, there will be no escape. I no longer want her as just my beautiful captive. She will now become my wife, even if I have to drag her down the aisle. I want her under my complete control. I want her every breath, her every movement, her every thought to be only of me. This is no longer a game. She changed the rules, but I will still win.

I'm not interested in love. It's the chase that intrigues me. I saw her in the park, my pretty little prey. I intend to make her mine, and the closer I get, the more she will lose. Her friends. Her family. Her freedom. Each move will bring her further under my control until she has nothing left... but me. Am I playing a cruel game? Of course. But I warned you: It's not love that I want.

Being lost in time was hard enough. But being lost in time while being hunted for revenge was even worse, a revenge that was never mine to receive. So, as I tumbled through the ages, I learned an important lesson. Sometimes… Time doesn't heal all wounds, after all. No, it just made them deeper.

The man whispering those words in my ear isn't just a powerful mob boss, he's the brute who stripped me bare, whipped me with his belt, and claimed my virgin body roughly and shamefully in front of his men as I screamed and begged and came for him until I collapsed in his arms. I should hate it when he calls me that, but all I do is blush as I wait for him to make me his all over again.

After escaping both my father’s plans to marry me off and the Russian mafia, I woke up this morning thinking I was a free woman...until I saw the man sipping coffee in my hotel room. He’s a billionaire as powerful as any mob boss, yet even as he spanks me into soaking wet, shameful surrender I can’t help begging him to ravage my virgin body right then and there. I can run, but I know soon I’ll be kneeling at his feet, bare, blushing, and ready to be claimed.

I tried to run. I tried to hide. But look where it got me: captured and held firmly in the grasp of my HellBeast King. One still intent on completing the claim he feels he has on me. Which I knew meant only one thing: making me his—in every single way. By claiming my heart, then my blood, and now the very last thing left of me to give… He wants my body. But after having my heart trampled on, and after I had been willing to hand it over freely... Will I now finally accept what he calls my fate?