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Julian and I played house for five years—minus the actual marriage certificate. Because he bailed on me at the registry office twelve times. All for Mia, some intern.

First time: Mia screwed up her pitch.

Sixth time: Mia had the flu.

Twelfth time: Mia's ex showed up at our architecture firm throwing punches. Julian had to play knight in shining armor. I got knocked into a desk, cracked my head open—he didn't spare me a glance before whisking her off to the ER.

Before, I would've lost it. Screamed. Sobbed. Begged him to tell me who the hell he was actually planning to marry. And every single time, Julian would sigh and say, "Chloe, really? She's just an intern. Practically a child."

This time, all I said was: "Go ahead."

Then I turned around and took that job overseas.

When his thirteenth text came through—yet another registry office reschedule—I was already at the gate for my London flight.

This time? I'm choosing me.

A bored demon out for a good time came after me and my worst enemy, and locked us in a room with no door.

The rules are simple. We each have to confess three secrets the other one has no idea about, for his amusement, and only then do we get out.

Weston raises an eyebrow, that lazy, punchable smirk on his face.

"After ten years of being at each other's throats, what could you possibly still be hiding from me?"

He doesn't know I never actually hated him.

He doesn't know that three months ago, at that masquerade, the woman he slept with was me.

And he definitely doesn't know the baby I'm carrying is his.

My son died on his fifth birthday, waiting for a father who never showed up.
I found out why at the lake—Cole had his mistress pinned against the boathouse wall while our five-year-old took his last breath alone in a clinic bed.
Selene was pregnant. Selene was Grayridge. And Selene knew exactly what she'd done to my son before I ever said a word about a curse.
Cole hit me for defending myself. Then he threatened to strip my title if I touched her again.
Fine. He wants to protect his mistress? He can do it broke.
Every dollar that rebuilt this town came from my family—and I'm taking it all back, starting with the ranch he thinks is his.
But the bone shard I found in my son's jacket says this isn't over.
It says someone wanted him dead before he turned five.

My billionaire husband handed me a pill and a separation agreement.
"Take this temporary amnesia drug. You'll forget me for a few weeks while I marry Chloe to fulfill her dying wish. Don't worry, I'll give you the antidote later."
He expected me to scream, cry, and beg him to stay. Instead, I swallowed the pill dry and calmly packed my bags.
Day 3: I tossed my heirloom Cartier engagement ring to his mistress without batting an eye.
Day 12: I accidentally witnessed his wedding rehearsal, critiqued his recycled vows with a straight face, and left him standing there, terrified by my absolute indifference.
He thought I was just acting tough. He didn't know I was the neuroscientist who created that drug. There is no antidote. In 21 days, all my love for him will be permanently and irreversibly erased.
But how hard will a man break when he realizes his wife is already on a one-way flight to Switzerland, and she doesn't even remember his name?

At twenty-nine, Dominic Brooks owns this city's underworld.

This year, I'm pregnant again. Finally.

But on our daughter's death anniversary, he doesn't show. Five hours. Nothing.

I find him at our casino with some girl draped all over him. The same girl I pulled out of a trafficking ring two years ago.

She's laughing loud enough for everyone to hear. "His wife won't stop crying about that dead kid. God, he's so over it."

He kisses her. Right in front of me.

Three days later, he tears up our daughter's grave. His mistress wants a swimming pool.

The shovel comes down. My unborn baby goes with it.

Years ago, Dominic taught me the rules of our world. How we handle traitors.

Time for a reminder.

In my previous life, when the extreme cold apocalypse arrived, I was drained of all value and heartlessly kicked into an ice pit by my ex-girlfriend.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the time before the apocalypse erupted!

On my phone screen, my girlfriend was still arrogantly issuing ultimatums: "If you don't deliver that eight-thousand-dollar Chanel bag to me today, don't even think about touching me ever again!"

I sneered coldly, decisively blocking this gold-digger who was prepared to devour me alive on all platforms. Then I immediately unlocked the seven-million-dollar trust fund my grandfather had left me and went on a shopping spree for the city's top-tier extreme survival supplies!

A few hours later, an unprecedented extreme polar vortex swept across North America.

When my ex-girlfriend and street thugs frantically pounded on my half-meter-thick reinforced steel blast door, what greeted them wasn't just the aroma of fireplace-grilled steak, but also me and my hardcore parents holding heavy firearms.

This year, out of nowhere, my mate Dominic told me to take two months off and go to Ashvale with our son, Finn. Eight years, and he'd never once given me a single day off.
I thought he'd finally noticed how tired I was.
Then Maren found a letter in his study. It was from his Beta, laying out the whole plan. Move his old flame Camille and her daughter into the main house. Hold a mating ceremony the moment I was gone.
I don't know how long I stood there holding that letter before I could think straight again.
If my mate wanted to bring her home and pick up where they left off, that was his business.
I packed our son's things for Ashvale.
I just wasn't planning on coming back.

In my past life, when I eagerly handed my ultrasound to my gentle doctor husband, I didn't get a warm embrace. I got a scalpel. Without anesthesia.

The man I loved dragged me into a pitch-black basement to butcher me alive. My once-doting mother called me a filthy whore, treating me like a sickening stain on the family. My fiercely protective brother pinned me to a metal workbench, offering me up as a living sacrifice.

I died in utter agony, left to rot and be eaten alive by rats in the dark. Up until my last breath, I couldn't understand:

Why did a single piece of paper—a sonogram of a perfectly healthy baby—instantly turn my entire family into bloodthirsty monsters?

The day I closed another major deal, my fiancé, the CEO, smiles and tells me the credit and the bonus are going to the new intern.

I watch him lean in close to her, laughing, and something in me just stops caring enough to fight for it.

I sign the transfer request and ship myself off to the most useless department in the company.

What I don't expect is that a few days later, the same man who never looked twice at anyone beneath him is going to be on his knees begging me to come back.

On the day I died, Roland was rolling in the sheets with his adopted sister, Lavinia.
When the hospital called with my death notice, he scoffed. It was just drawing some blood, how could anyone die from that? He was certain I was just throwing a tantrum again, desperate for his attention.
The day he received my ashes, he personally smashed the wooden urn to the ground. His expensive leather shoes ground my ashes into the floor over and over as he coldly announced he was going to marry Lavinia and throw a grand wedding—the exact wedding I had begged for when I was alive but never got.
It wasn't until the day before their wedding that his assistant, Desmond, rushed in, trembling.
"Sir, it's bad... We pulled the security footage from the hospital, and... the madam's autopsy report."

I took a bullet for my husband five years ago. He married me in the ICU before the anesthesia wore off.
Raffaele Santoro—heir to the most powerful mafia family in Italy—told me I was his everything. He bought a castle and named it after me. He reserved a grave beside his parents so we'd lie together for eternity.
While I was pumping my body full of hormones for our fourth round of IVF, he was across town watching his childhood sweetheart give birth to twin boys.
He named one of them Dante—the name I'd chosen for our future son.
The night I found out, I was seven weeks pregnant with his child.
I didn't tell him.
I called my best friend and said: I need everyone to think I'm dead.

My sister ran away the night before her wedding, so I had to take her place and marry Damian Kovac, the city's most feared don.
I figured he'd throw me in the harbor out of pure rage. Instead, the man wouldn't even touch me.
A month in, still sleeping in the guest room.
I wasn't my sister's level of charming, but I wasn't hard to look at either. And this man couldn't spare me a single glance?
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I grabbed the divorce papers I'd already drawn up and stormed toward his study.
Right as I raised my hand to knock, I caught his childhood friend's voice through the door.
"You moved heaven and earth to get the woman you've been hung up on, and now you're icing her out? Didn't think I'd live to see the day."
My hand froze.
The woman he'd been hung up on?

I found the thirteenth piece of evidence of Reid's affair today.

Black lace panties, shoved deep between his car seats.

The first time, it was designer lipstick in his glove box. "Oh, that's mine," my friend Mia shrugged. "Must've fallen out when Reid gave me a ride."

The sixth time, a hotel key card in his console. "I borrowed his car for a business trip," my brother Owen explained calmly. "Stop being so paranoid, Nadia."

Thirteen times. Thirteen perfect excuses.

When I confront Reid with the panties, he just makes a phone call.

On speaker, Mia and Owen claim the underwear is theirs—some late-night hookup in my fiancé's back seat. "You're being ridiculous, Nadia," they snap in unison. "You're getting married. Start acting like it. Trust him."

I watch Reid's face, that innocent mask he wears so well.

Then I smile.

Because I bought those panties myself. I planted them there.

And now I finally know who's been his accomplice all along.

"Knock on this door over the noise one more time, and you're dead!"
Calling the cops was useless, and I was too broke to move.
Driven practically insane, I recklessly tore open the black box from the dark web—the seller promised that if I just followed the instructions, it would "eliminate the noise at the source."
Less than half an hour later, the deafening rager upstairs completely stopped.
Three mornings later, a homicide detective pounded furiously on my door.
"The father and son upstairs are dead."

My neighbor Beck Morrow was the best high school point guard this state had seen in years.
The night before the state championship—three college scouts in the stands—he decided to stay home with his girlfriend instead. She wasn't feeling well.
I called his coach.
He played. He got the scholarship. He built a company worth eight figures before he turned thirty, and I spent five years writing every algorithm that company ran on.
He repaid me by throwing a ball at my head during a training session. Then his lawyers sent a letter explaining that I had no legal claim to any intellectual property developed under my employment contract, effective immediately, and that my position was being terminated.
Then I woke up. It was the first week of senior year again.

The day college applications were due, Fern Whitmore wouldn't stop crying — and my two childhood best friends were completely wrapped around her finger.

They actually threatened to give up their Ivy League spots to follow her to community college.

I tried everything to talk them out of it. Nothing worked. So I went behind their backs and called both their parents.

Their parents showed up that same night and put a stop to it. Applications corrected, crisis averted, everyone back on track.

Or so I thought.

Fern lost her two personal ATMs, and one night she posted a goodbye message on social media and swallowed a bottle of pills.

Nash and Declan didn't blame her for it. They blamed me.

They lured me up to the roof. Both of them shoved their hands against my chest.

"Maren." Declan's voice was ice. "You ruined Fern's future. Go apologize to her in hell."

I fell twelve stories.

When I opened my eyes, I was back at the beginning.

This time, I'm not saving anyone.

On my twenty-fourth birthday, my grandfather dropped the bombshell: I was an orphan.
After learning about my biological family, I decided to do something nice. I bought a limited-edition sports car as a gift for the father I had never met.
But at the dealership, I was publicly humiliated by my brother's mistress.
To clear up the misunderstanding, I called my brother.
When he arrived, it was only to back her up.
"This birthmark is ugly; let me help you get rid of it."
My own brother used a cigar to burn off the birthmark behind my ear and had my suffering broadcast on the mall's LED screen.
"Listen, if anyone dares to treat this woman’s injuries, I’ll have their license revoked in this city for good!"
But he didn’t know that the grandfather who raised me was someone no one in this city could even dream of looking up to.
When my grandfather arrived with a top-notch medical team and armed mercenaries, sealing off the entire building, my arrogant brother finally realized his mistake.

My uncle has a hunting cabin in Alaska. Every December, I stay there for a few days.

This year he wasn't there—left me the keys.

When I walked in, I noticed there was a new deer head mount above the fireplace.

Not a whitetail deer. A moose. Very large.

But I noticed its eyes weren't made of glass.

Those two eyeballs looked... too real.

The pupils even contracted in the light.

I texted my uncle asking when he'd shot this moose.

He replied: "What moose?"

I looked at the mount again.

Its lips moved slightly.

Not the rise and fall of breathing, but... trying to form a word.

I’m the only princess of the Iron Claw Pack. My Alpha father chose three pure-blooded wolves from the Johnson family to grow up at my side. The man I choose won’t just be my mate—he’ll become the Pack’s next Alpha.
In my last life, I chose the younger twin, David, because he was always gentle and considerate.
But less than a year after our bonding ceremony, he died.
Only when our mate bond stirred again did I learn the truth: David had faked his death—because the one he loved was Emma.
When Rogues attacked, David threw away his life to save me, only to beg that if there were a next life, I would never choose him again.
When I opened my eyes, I was back on the day I had to choose my mate. This time, I grabbed a file at random.
It was David’s twin brother, Nate—my sworn enemy.

I'm an ancient vampire prince who's been playing human boyfriend to a demon hunter.
Big mistake.
She's completely unhinged—GPS tracking, 24/7 surveillance, the works.
When she threatens to dump me unless I surrender all my secrets, I do the unthinkable:
I actually say yes.
Too bad she doesn't know her "helpless" boyfriend has been the one keeping her alive all this time.

With one week left until the wedding, Henry Jones asked me to reschedule the date—for one simple reason:
“On our wedding day, I’m taking Ann to the hospital for her prenatal checkup.”
Ann is the widow of his brother Ethan. She’s also my half-sister. In that private room, they laughed at me for being “almost thirty and desperate to get married.”
Ann put on an innocent face. “If Rory is really in such a rush… I can reschedule my appointment.”
I wanted to break up, and Henry frowned as he lectured me:
“As her future sister-in-law, why do you have to fight her over this one day?”
I asked him, “Do you even remember what Friday is?”
He coaxed me softly: “One day earlier or later—what’s the difference?” I nodded and said “Fine,” thinking I could still swallow it.
Until I pressed my fingerprint to enter his office and overheard Ann questioning him about inheritance, and Henry answered under his breath, “It won’t come to that—I won’t let Rory get pregnant with my child.”
That was the moment I u

Haven Center for Omegas. A place where Omegas can be protected until they reach full maturity and move on to find the perfect pack.

Well, that's what they promised me. When I lost my parents at fourteen I was sent to Haven and promised the world. When my time came though, the pack I chose drugged and sold me. I woke inside a cage alongside rows of other Omegas. There I waited for two years until my number finally came up. I'm going up for auction tonight...

That is until my guard stumbles in drunk and I see my chance to escape. I'm too weak though and when he catches me and promises to keep me for himself I think my chance at freedom is gone. Then four Alphas storm in and save me, but my problems are far from over.

I'm too dangerous to keep alive, but I can't trust the one place in this country meant to protect me. Plus, these Alphas are not at all the sort of pack I would consider trusting or choosing for a lifetime. They are violent and rough. Yet, they promise to help and protect me until I get justice and I intend to take them up on their offer. The one request I have...I want them to teach me to be as bad as them. I want to be someone the people who screwed me over will fear.

Hell hath no fury than an Omega wronged...or something like that.

My name is Elise, and I'm about to get my unhappily ever after.

(This story takes place in the same universe as The Sweetest Sound and the two books are now combined as "Omegas of Haven" for better viewing:D )

Megan has the perfect teenage life: a parent who is proud of her, a boyfriend who loves her, friends who support her and good grades. Everything is perfect. Or so it seems. She has a secret that started the day her mother died two years ago. Make-up and smiles can only hide so much.

The new teacher at her school has everyone talking. The girls flirt endlessly with him. The only one who doesn’t care for him is Megan. He asks too many questions and is in her way at every moment. All Megan wants to do is get through the last year of high school so she can leave for college ASAP.

Things change when forbidden emotions come into play that could cause their demise.


"We should stop," he says.
"Why?" she asks. He sighs and moves his hand through her hair asking himself the same question.
"Because what I'm doing right now is wrong; you’re my student," he pauses as it doesn’t feel wrong. "Plus, it's raining," he states.
"It's not wrong," she states. “It feels very right to me." His eyebrows rise, surprised by what she is saying. "And doing this in the rain makes it seem so much hotter," she says with a slight smirk.
He chuckles and looks up at the night sky, "I guess it does," he says now, looking at her, "but I think it's just because it's with you that it feels hotter."
"Ditto," she says, smiling, and leans in to kiss him.

“F*ck I love how wet you get,” he groans as he moves his fingers to my sex. I moan as his fingers enters me. I close my eyes as a shiver runs down my body.

“Logan,” I moan as I feel his mouth on me. I look down and watch him kiss up my thigh to my sex. His tongue licks over my clit to my entrance and back. Tilting my head back, I move my hand through his hair as his sinful mouth works wonders on my body.

Logan has fallen in love with Megan, but can Megan love him back.

With Megan's dad now caught can Megan rebuild her life or will secrets from her mothers past threaten to destroy her?

Can Logan help Megan overcome her fears or will his own secrets get in between them?

Read the second instalment of the Megan series.

DISCLAIMER: PLEASE BE ADVISED THAT THIS STORY MAY HOLD TRIGGERS FOR SOME READERS OF SUICIDE, CAUSING OF SELF HARM AND ATTEMPTED SEXAUL ASSAULT. PLEASE BE WARNED FOR A FEW OF THE CHAPTERS THAT MAY HAVE THOSE TRIGGERS. THERE ARE BL SCENES IN THIS STORY
Night Stone pack was slaughtered.
And she vowed to avenge her people.
Sinking in the cold icy depths of the lake, Moon Goddess gave her another chance at life.
But why was she in another’s body, a lowly omega, whose life memories showed nothing but pain and suffering?
Learning twenty years has passed and Blue Silver pack were responsible for her people’s death she takes action to get her revenge.
Being mated to the Alpha’s son, an alpha who was responsible for slaughtering her people, was not in the bargain.
Why did he have to be kind, sweet and gentle towards her? Why couldn’t he be the arrogant, know it all, and belittling people like the rest of them?
Falling hopelessly in love was not part of the deal and the more she was around him the more she was losing sight of her revenge.

My Ex leaked explicit photos of me on the Internet.

I wanted to die that night, So I jumped into the river.

The cold water wrapped around me like a final embrace, and I thought... finally, peace.

But HE pulled me out.

You might be wondering who pulled me out.

It's no other than Alexander Graham. The nonchalant heir to the Graham Corp and the selfmade CEO of Eco Oils.

That jerk!! pulled me out Not to save me.

But to OWN me.

He didn't rescue me out of kindness. He saw an opportunity—a broken, scandal-ridden actress desperate enough to sign anything.

A contract marriage. No love. No emotions. Just... 15 insane Rules.

But here's what he didn't plan for:
Every rule he made..... He was the first to break them.
Every time he swears he doesn't care... his eyes tell a different story.

My family and ex destroyed me once.

But I'm coming back for EVERYTHING they took.

And this cold hearted devil pretending to be my husband? He's the perfect backing I need to destroy them.

But guess what.....There's something else I found out.

Turns out this billionaire has skeletons in his damned cupboard......

First love.

They come in all shapes and sizes. They can be beautiful or painful and everything in between.

Sawyer and I were best friends once upon a time, until he followed his dream and left his old life behind. Including me. I held on to the hope that life wouldn’t pull us apart, but just like with most first loves it does and soon he becomes a stranger to me. When I finally muster up the courage to let him go and start my new life he shows up again.

His life is hanging on by a thread and this is his last chance to get what he’s been working so hard for. Now he thinks that includes me. He’s ready to repair what we lost, but I’m not interested in giving second chances. Unfortunately I’ve never been good at resisting him, and even after our time apart things don’t seem to have changed.

Well thats not true. A whole lot is about to change. So much more than we could have imagined, but it all started the first time I found love.

Now, it’s time to discover everything that comes after.

Nickolas, the vampire king, had lost hope of ever finding his mate, resigned to the belief that he was destined to spend the rest of his days on Earth without her. However, fate takes an unexpected turn when he embarks on a journey to the werewolf kingdom. In a twist of destiny, Nickolas finds his mate—a werewolf, and not just any werewolf, but the princess and daughter of his father's murderer, Amelia Anderson.
Despite her royal status, Amelia's life is far from the fairy tale one might expect. A unique aspect of her identity brings difficulty, and being the sole individual among her peers without a mate intensifies her sense of isolation. The trajectory of her seemingly mundane life takes an unforeseen turn the day she encounters her mate. Suddenly, she is thrust into a reality she never imagined, and Amelia finds herself paying a steep price for a lifetime of sins she didn't commit.

Excerpt: "I, Amelia Anderson, reject Nickolas Adams II as my mate." I've had enough. I don't know why I didn't reject him the moment I arrived here. What the heck was I stalling for? Nickolas and I don't have a single chance in heaven of being together. It's better to feel immense pain now than keep enduring little bits every time we run into each other.

The muscles in his back tighten, but he doesn't turn back and says, "Accepting your rejection would be doing you a favor, and that's the last thing I would ever do for you." He walks away after that.

Warning: This book contains mature and sensitive themes such as abuse, violence, and offensive language. It includes situations that may be triggering for some readers, so caution is advised.

All roads leadto Darkness. Keriya Soulstar is a hero. News of her historic victory against Necrovar has spread. Creatures from all over the world have flocked to Allentria to meet her draconic family. The mortals still believe the dragons are the key to their salvation. But Keriya knows better. The dragons are being controlled by a terrible dark force, and without their help in the war, the burden of victory falls solely on her. Now that the truth about Necrovar's power has been revealed, Keriya understands that she can’t win unless she learns to control the deadly, destructive magic in her soul. The weight of power, duty, and honor settle on Keriya as she embarks on her final and most dangerous quest. She must free the dragons, fulfill her obligations to Allentria, and master valemagic. She must become a god. If she has to sacrifice her humanity along the way...so be it. Contains: Fantasy violence, mild romance

“You want to get fuck without begging, without feeling guilty,” Dane growled. “Well that's the fucking wrong way to go about it.”

Is that what I was doing? No…can't be.

“Just look at you sucking my fingers deep into your hungry cunt. Such a little liar and a slut,” he mocked, grazing his teeth on my neck hard. I tremble, I didn't care for his mocking tone or his words, I was too far gone to care.

“Fuck! She's dripping,” Jax groans. Rubbing his palm over his mouth, his eyes fixed on where his brother's hand is buried deep inside me.

“Want a taste brother?” Dane asked, slowing down his thrusting fingers even more, his other hand yanked my sweater up in one smooth move and that fast I was completely naked.


An outrageous dare sent Gianna straight into the hands of the gorgeous twins Jax and Dane. After a night of passionate love and debauchery, Gianna finds herself a captive of the two strangers.

What's worse is that her mind says no, but one touch is all it takes and her body melts for them. They are everything her body and soul seems to crave but to accept that it's to become a slave of her own desire, something she swore she'll never be.

When the lines between hate and love begins to blur, will Gianna fight for her freedom or choose to stay? And more importantly what did the twins want with her?”

"Dad, you can't be serious!" I could feel the heaviness rise in my chest, as my father explains he has arranged for my hand in marriage.
"You know why this is a good idea. If the truth comes out, the pack would question your ability to lead; it is for the best." Dad explains as if it is the most natural and simplest solution.
When I woke up today, this was never a possibility of events that I would be going through. However, here I stand in my father's office while he and my stepmother proceed to explain to me that they have planned my life out for me. I have already been trained to take over as alpha since I could walk, but now, I don't even get a chance at love.
Kira Daniels is a 17 year-old alpha to be. Having been the only child of her father, Alpha Robert Daniels and his true mate, all she knows is the life that has been planned for her. Hoping to find her mate and secure a chance at love, she has been looking forward to turning 18 and finding her mate. However, when her father arranges for her hand in marriage, will she uphold her father's wishes, or will she meet her true mate and uncover a truth she never imagined?

Koragi is a promising young seamstress who longs to open her own tailoring shop in her home village of Cordak. Like most young girls in the village, she has an eye for Tebanis, the handsome militia captain with a crooked smile and a fierce sword arm. Hooded thugs attack Koragi during the annual harvest festival in the capital city of Eiskre. Tebanis mysteriously takes the form of a black dog to track and rescue her. He takes her away from the city on horseback, but they arrive in Cordak to find the village devastated. A massive golden dragon lies dead in the smoldering ruins. Tebanis reveals that Koragi is born of the gods, and she must cast aside her simple life to seek out three Pearls of Power in order to awaken the full capacity of her birthright. As she grieves the loss of her worldly mother and the deaths of countless villagers, Koragi is compelled to travel with Tebanis to Raitom, the City of Swords, in a desperate search for the strength to take retribution. Alongside Tebanis, Koragi battles agents of the dark goddess Ariana as she embarks on a quest to find her Pearls and gather allies and power enough to stand against the wicked goddess who plagues Camriiole. Facing treachery and the agony of loss, can Koragi overcome her own fears and pain to complete the impossible task which prophecy has placed before her?

Ana was like every young she-wolf out there.

She couldn't wait to meet her mate.

She didn't expect the way things would go the day she finally met him or the way he would treat her once they met.

Ana's mate wants nothing to do with her but won't let her go. Ana feels like a prisoner to her mate.

Her mind is torn on what to do. She wishes her mate would love her, but he shows no hope of that happening.

She wants to try and build something with him, but he makes things difficult for her. He treats her horribly, and Ana doesn't know why.

Ana wishes he would reject or let her go, but he won't. She feels like he is determined to make her his prisoner forever.

Read and find out how Ana survives being a prisoner to her.

Hidden her whole life, Brynn never knew she was born into a war debt that never ended.
Jaxon was raised to collect that debt.
But when his wolf recognizes her as his mate, the rules change — and so does the cost.
Love could free her.
It could also condemn everyone she cares about, including him.

"Come back!" he says after taking a sip of the coffee.

I walk back and stand in front of him.

"What do you think you are doing bringing me cold coffee!"

"It w-was hot when I bro-brought it..." I stammer.

"Shut your mouth!" his loud voice booms." I don't want to hear any nonsense excuses from you. Do you see those boxes behind you? They are filled with files. I want them arranged in alphabetical order and ready by 12:00p.m. Am I clear?" he says in a harsh voice.

I widen my eyes when I see the size of the stack of boxes behind me. There is no way I am going to be done by noon. I am about to tell him when he says, "I know you are going to say that you won't be able to finish before noon, but the truth is I don't care. I want you to finish and I don't care how you do it." he says coldly and turns around.

I knew there was no turning back because I signed my life away to the devil. I will have to bear whatever he does to me. What a way to start my first day!


Katherine Luciano is a beautiful lady, living with her single mom. She did not know her life would take a different turn the day she goes for a job interview. She meets the one person she wishes she never sees again in her life. The one person who made her high school the worst time of her life, Lorenzo Costanzo. A well-known person in society. He has the looks, the fame, the money, and everything with a lot of mysterious secrets.

Does she fall prey to his wrath once again, or change the heart of a cold man

"His lips held a slight upturn, but his eyes glazed over her just as they did with everyone else.
Disinterest was his countenance... It was almost hostile.
Then she smelled him.


First, it itched.
Then, it burned.
Her toes curled as she fought to conceal the pain. Her skin seared, right on the back of her neck.
She hoped no one noticed the look of surprise that slid across her face. Dread quickly became the prominent emotion.
Laura glanced at Prince Rowan, his face was lightly scrunched, nose flaring.
Male shifters were born with their mate mark. Females acquired them later, after coming in contact with their fated mate.
She put extra effort into masking her smell, glamouring the new mark.
Fuck.
She didn’t want the one she had–let alone two. Her claws extended into the fabric of the chair.
And then she had to stand. "


Laura is a wolf shifter.

Dark hair, dark eyes, average looks, wolfless… if anyone else were to describe her.
Running away is what she did best, but recent events would say it was being captured.
Captured not once, but twice, with an embarrassingly short layover, Laura jumps from one enemy to another. One, a group of individuals playing collector to non-humans; the other, the pack she’d long abandoned–with the latter forcing her hand in a dated mating game.
Every generation, given the heir to the throne is male and mateless, there were trials held to find a suitable queen for the future king of wolf shifters. This generation’s heir apparent: Rowan Alexander Woulf.
Laura had more sensible things to do, like figuring out a certain organization’s agenda.

I'm proud to say that this is book 3 to the Judas series. It follows the story of how the Alpha's of the infamous pack known as The Black Jewel Pack find their second chance mate after waiting over nine years to see if they had another one out there.

And since Zachary killed their first chance at having true love with a mate, can Levi and Jordan get him to see that he too deserves to be just as happy with this new opportunity to show the Moon Goddess how sorry he was for killing his first mate?

Or will he stand by his rejection and pretend she don't exist, and that he isn't envious of both his brothers for having what he craves more than life itself. The love of a woman.

But what will happen when he finally gives in and something happens to her? What happens when his old nemesis comes back to remind him why he can't ever be happy?

The man who was married to his first mate when he killed her before his eyes, the leader of thr Hunter's Rebellion against all Werewolves and Lycans alike.

Can the boys save her before it's too late? Or will they have to call in back up from people they didn't think he would need to call?

Follow the story to find out how Zachary, Lei and Jordan fare in this twister of a story.

（There is a lot of sexual and stimulating content, minors are not allowed to read!!!）
She prepared for pregnancy and did her best to take care of her drunken husband.
Afterwards, her husband kicked her out, simply because his first love had returned.
After the divorce, she made it to the cover of Time magazine, reaching the peak of her life.
Her ex-husband pursued her all the way to the Civil Affairs Bureau, whispering tenderly, "Will you remarry me?"

Catching her husband mid-affair at a hotel, Arabella Bourbon didn't hesitate—she filed for divorce.

On the day the papers were finalized, with her ex and his mistress watching, she grabbed a random stranger and marched straight to the courthouse.

Everyone mocked her for trading a wealthy husband for some nobody in sales. What they didn't know? Her new husband was the billionaire who controlled the world's economy.

From the day I met him at the age of ten, I worked hard to improve myself, all just to catch a glimpse of him in the crowd. He promised to protect me for a lifetime. However, those twelve years turned out to be nothing but my own laughable obsession... He was no longer my brother.
After being sent to prison by him for three years, I returned with a vengeance. I was no longer the woman who loved him to the point of self-abasement!
I tore apart the homewreckers, trampled on the scum, and was about to ruthlessly punish the scumbag when... the man who had previously been cruel and indifferent to me suddenly became gentle and tender!

Victoria fought with her parents and went on a hunger strike to marry Martin, the poor boy she loved.
For Martin's sake, Victoria used everything she had to pave his way and scheme for his success.
When Martin finally climbed to a high position as she had wished, the first thing he did was remove his mask and cast Victoria into hell: using emotional abuse to force Victoria into divorce, trampling on her pride and dignity, cursing her to meet a bad end...
As he wished, Victoria, who feared the cold most, died in the snow.
But Martin went mad. The cold and handsome CEO's hair turned white overnight, calling out to Victoria with deep affection, begging her to wake up and come home with him...

At her own birthday banquet, another woman was the star of the night.
She stood at the door and watched her husband crown his "friend" with a diamond-studded tiara — the very gift she thought was meant for her.
On the stage, he smiled tenderly. Their daughter laughed and danced. She alone was the uninvited stranger.
For six years, she gave up a brilliant research career to become his housewife — and received not a single word of gratitude.
When her heart finally went cold, she walked away, leaving nothing behind but a divorce agreement.
Then she returned to the lab — and stunned the world as a leading scientist. No more shrinking herself for anyone. She became herself again.
And the man who once treated her like air cornered her with red-rimmed eyes:
"Darling, I was wrong. Please come home."

He rejected and humiliated her for being a nobody - not knowing he would soon be begging her for mercy.
Suddenly she becomes royalty - the Lost princess found.

Sebastian rejected Cindy and cast aside their fated bond, choosing another to be his Luna.But then fate had other things for him. The man who once held all the power, is brought to his knees.With his life and his wolf hanging by a thread, fate turns cruelly ironic. The very woman he broke now holds the power to save him.

Sebastian’s voice trembled as he reached for her.
“Please… Cindy…Lisa,” he begged. “You have to help me. I’m your mate.”
Her gaze remained steady, unyielding.
“You will address me properly,” she replied calmly.
“I am Your Highness to you. Only those who stood by me when I was nothing earn the right to call me by my name.”

Will Cindy offer mercy to the man who denied her worth?

As the substitute bride, I was viewed by my father as a pawn and by my stepmother as someone of no worth.
Abandoned by my father and sent to the countryside while still a child, I finally returned home, only to be swiftly discarded once more—this time, to a mental institution at my stepmother's behest.
It was not until three years later that I was released, my freedom bought solely for the purpose of taking my stepsister's place in marriage to the Sterling family.
"The Sterling family's wealth is beyond measure, and William Sterling is a rare and worthy gentleman. To marry into their house in your sister's stead is a blessing—don't forget your place!"
Yet all knew that William, crippled in a car accident, was no longer who he once was—moody, volatile, and, as rumors went, not long for this world
No one could have foreseen that after our wedding, William's legs would miraculously heal.
And only then did they begin to realize that this new young female was far from ordinary. As the truth was unearthed, they were left in astonishment.
This woman was a true queen.