The Un Series by Izzy Sweet

The Un Series by Izzy Sweet – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Mon, 10 Mar 2025 19:24:31 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png The Un Series by Izzy Sweet – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 Wanted (The Un #2) Read Online Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty http://www.ilovenovels.com/wanted-the-un-2-read-online-izzy-sweet-sean-moriarty Mon, 10 Mar 2025 19:24:31 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wanted-the-un-2-read-online-izzy-sweet-sean-moriarty Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty Series: Sean Moriarty
Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)

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Since I was a young girl, I've been hidden away so I won't be claimed by a monster.

At the age of ten, I was declared tainted by a prophet. Doomed to one day bear a mark that will connect me to a vampire.

My parents abandoned me.
Leaving me at the mercy of their church—the Order of Saint Benedict.
For nearly a decade, I was forced to live underground and subjected to countless cruelties.

But everything changes the day a priest takes pity and rescues me.

While on the run, the cursed mark appears on my skin.
And I become one of the few women in the world a vampire can turn.

One night, I wake up in the arms of a monster claiming to be my fated.

With black hair, sharp cheekbones, and lips begging to be kissed, he looks like the Devil incarnate.
And promises me an eternity full of endless bliss…

If I’m willing to be forever bound to him.

Wanted is a dark vampire romance

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ONE

RAPHAEL

The Future

Alena shoves my hands off her and snaps, “You are not the answer to all my problems!”

Then she starts to angrily stomp off.

Bullshit, I think to myself as I pounce on her, not letting her get away.

Jerking her into me, my mouth drops to her ear. “Want to bet?”

I push the memory of us kissing through the bond and feel her tremble against me.

“Bet what?” she asks, her voice coming out breathless.

Fighting back the urge to exert the full power of my vampiric will, I purr into her ear, “I can fix it all. All the pain. All the misery you suffer…”

I turn her in my arms so she can see my face. She needs to know everything I can offer. Not the lies she grew up believing.

Bending her back, I lean over her. “I can make it all go away.”

Staring into her eyes, my body aches with the pent-up need to finally feel complete. “I can fill the rest of your life with endless pleasures.”

She’s so close to giving in, I can taste it. But I must tread carefully.

If I force or manipulate her into immortality, she’ll hate me for eternity.

She chokes out, “How?”

What I’m offering is tempting and she wants to believe me. Even if she doesn’t know how to trust me yet.

Too many people in her past have betrayed her.

But I am the one who will always protect her. The one willing to sacrifice everything for her.

Even my life, if it comes to it.

Dipping my head closer, I breathe the answer against her lips. “Give yourself to me fully.”

Her eyes soften, and I can’t resist the impulse to tuck her hair behind her ear.

If only she could feel how I feel. If she opened the bond completely, allowing herself to feel me, she’d know I will forever love and cherish her.

I will give her everything she’s never had.

Wishing I could shatter the damn thing myself, I say, “Break down the wall between us and you’ll never need it again.”

Her reaction is immediate and surprising. Almost as if she’s under some kind of compulsion…

Shouting in my face, she shoves hard at my chest, trying to free herself. “No!”

But I don’t let her push me away this time.

She can’t keep running from the truth.

This wall she’s put up, blocking half of our connection, needs to come down for both our sakes.

Trying to help her see reason, I say gently. “You have to, my love, if you ever want to experience true happiness.”

She shakes her head back and forth in denial. “It will kill me.”

Images of everything she’s longed to do over the past decade flash through her mind. Everything the Order denied her by keeping her trapped underground like a rat in a cage.

She longs for mortal freedom as much as I long for her.

But fate has already decided where this will end.

My determination strengthening, I know how to convince her.

Tightening my hold, I croon, “All those things you want… Everything you desire…”

Taking control of her dream, I weave together everything I glimpsed in her mind around us.

The grass she wants to run through. The flowers she’s longed to smell. The tall trees reaching for the sky.

And the soft breeze teasing at her hair.

She sways on her feet, but my hold keeps her from falling over.

“I will give them to you,” I vow.

She twists in my arms and stares at the grass swaying before her in wonder.

Turning her back around, I nudge her chin up so she can see what she’s yearned the most for.

A large, open sky splashed with red, pink, and orange stretching above us.

How did he know I wanted this? she thinks to herself.

Wanting her to understand how closely we’re already connected, I answer, “I’m inside you.”

Icy dread flows through the fragile bond on her end.

“You can read my thoughts?” she asks.

Her dread settling in my own stomach for a moment, I hesitate before admitting, “Yes.”

Her muscles tense, as if she means to run.

Crushing her against me, I remind her, “You gave me permission.”

“When?!” she gasps.

I brush my lips purposely against her ear and enjoy how even the slightest touch from me affects her. “When you begged for more pleasure.”

She jerks her head away, but I follow.

Exhaling, I caress her with my breath. “Everything you think, I hear. Everything you feel, I feel.”

Her fear of me surges through the bond, threatening to overwhelm my control.

I pull back and look at her face. “Because you’re the other half of my soul.”

Shaking her head in denial, she thinks to herself, That’s impossible. People don’t share souls.

Anger floods me, further testing the limits of my patience.

That she would still fight against what’s between us after everything I’ve shown her pushes me to the very edge.

Reflecting my emotions, the sky begins to darken and fills with clouds.

“I assure you, it’s very possible,” I growl.

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Willing (The Un #1) Read Online Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty http://www.ilovenovels.com/willing-the-un-1-read-online-izzy-sweet-sean-moriarty Tue, 24 May 2022 09:11:31 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/willing-the-un-1-read-online-izzy-sweet-sean-moriarty Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires, Virgin Authors: Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
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Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 126570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)

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All my life I’ve been running from a monster. Afraid he’ll catch me and doom me to eternal damnation. Born with a mark declaring I’m one of the few women in the world that can be turned into a vampire, I’ve lived in fear and isolation. Protected and sheltered by the only humans willing to stand up to vampires, the Order of Saint Benedict. But when the monster starts hunting me in my dreams, the truth of the mark I bear is revealed. We’re connected. Two halves of a soul that have been separated. Now there’s nowhere to hide. He can feel me wherever I am. And he’s determined to show me he’s not only my destiny… He is completion.
Books in Series:	The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
Books by Author:	Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty

One

Asher

The Future

New Elysium

Thump.

Squelch.

Thump.

The sound is as rhythmic as a heartbeat, providing the harmony of this moment as the sun rises in the east.

Thump.

Squelch.

Thump.

Lifting my free hand up, I slam my fist against the doorframe of the townhouse and listen to it shudder.

Answer the door, Chloe.

I know you can hear me.

Let me in.

Beyond this flimsy barrier, I know she’s in there, listening to the thudding of my fist.

I can hear her breath cracking, breaking, as she whispers little invocations to ward herself from my evil.

Thump.

Squelch.

Thump.

Each sound matches the beating of the heart that calls to me from inside her chest. Rhythmic, slightly elevated, but steady and strong.

But it’s not just her blood that calls to me, beckoning me with the wicked harmony of a siren’s song…

It’s the scent of her coming to age three hours ago.

The scent is as intoxicating as it is damning.

She’s ready for me now.

Chloe’s body is ready for what her Order calls the Profane Gift.

Damn the Order of Saint Benedict. May they rot in their eternal salvation.

Thump.

Squelch.

Thump.

This is fucking madness. She knows she’s mine. There is no other way for this to end.

“Chloe,” I say with a low thrum in my voice, speaking the words out loud now. “Open the door, let me come in.”

Silence.

Silence so thick it reminds me of the catacombs in the undergrounds of Paris.

“Please…” a gurgled plea comes from the body I’ve been slapping against the side of this shitty brick home. “Stop…”

Thump.

The man groans and quiets.

His pallid skin is shining brighter now. I can see the lifeforce leaving his body as we both wait for Chloe to accept the gift I’ve brought for her ascension.

What a poor fucking gift it will be if it dies before she turns.

This time the thump is harder against the brick.

“Open the door, Chloe.” I try to withhold the snarl in my voice, but I can tell I fail by the way her heartbeat picks up.

She’s in a bathroom in the middle of the house. There’s a dripping faucet that wasn’t completely shut off echoing in the same room.

That’s an old trick.

The Order knows many ways to confound one of my kind, but they never work exactly right when a fated enters the equation. Dripping water is supposed to help conceal the heartbeat of a human, especially if one of the Order is continually blessing the water.

That is not the case here.

Chloe is the only one in the house, huddled in the corner of her bathroom shower, curtains drawn as if to ward me from seeing her.

I feel heat slowly building between the blades of my shoulders.

The sun will be fully up soon, and I’ll be forced to leave her.

The slam of the body into the brick is much louder than before.

“Hear me,” I murmur low and soft to Chloe. “Hear my words. I know you can hear me this way. My strengths, my gifts flow through our connection when we’re this close. Did the Order tell you that? Did they warn you of this temptation?”

There’s a rustling and the sound of hands moving against skin. She’s covering her ears now. She’s fighting the pull she feels to our destiny. I like the thought of my delicate Chloe being such a fighter, but not right fucking now.

“You hear me,” I continue to speak in soft, soothing tones. “You hear me, and you hear the heartbeat of the gift I’ve brought to you.”

The invocations to her Order’s patron Saint Benedict grow louder. She hears the heartbeat as well as I do, it calls to the thirst inside her body. Each thud of the valves opening calls to her like a loud drumbeat.

“Open. The. Door.” I punctuate each word with a slam of the man’s body against the brick wall.

Each time I thump the body against the wall, I hear her shuddering inside that tiny bathtub. The palms of her hands pressed tightly against her ears to block out the sounds of my gift.

She’s being unreasonable right now. Entirely stubborn and bullheaded. I like strong women, but not when the sun is about to come up and ruin this whole experience.

“I’ve waited twenty years, Chloe,” I say before slamming the soon-to-be lifeless body against the wall.

The snap of a collarbone causes Chloe to shrink in on herself.

We’re not close enough for me to feel her emotions, but I know she’s fighting her true self. Her indoctrination has been thoroughly drilled into that beautiful mind. The Order truly destroys all free thought and will. It forces lies and death among the most pure, the most devout.

Lies. Every single one of those damnable scriptures they preach and pound into their disciples… all of them are lies.

Thump.

Squelch.

Thump.

Splatter.

“Fuck,” I snarl so hard I can feel my chest rumble.

The brains oozing down the side of the wall make the whole fucking gift useless.

Blood.

She needs the blood of a living being if she wants a smoother transition.

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