7861 Book(s) Related to the castle in the air

Lydia's POV

"The patient in Bed 7 has been here three months now, right? Not a single family visit."

"Her husband just pays the bills and leaves. Doesn't even look at her. Poor thing."

I lay in the hospital bed, listening to two nurses whispering outside my door. My fingers rested weakly against the edge of the mattress.

Three months ago, I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer.

My husband, Sebastian Carter, came once. He stood in the doorway—didn't step inside—signed the papers with a blank expression, and never came back.

Sebastian was a writer. He locked himself in his study all day, leaving me to spend night after night alone in the living room. We lived under the same roof like strangers from different worlds.

I'd grown used to this hollow marriage. I didn't even bother calling him anymore.

Footsteps echoed outside.

I turned my head toward the door. Sebastian stood there in his familiar charcoal coat, his face expressionless.

"You came." I was surprised. I forced myself to sit up, my body weak and trembling.

Sebastian didn't answer. He walked straight to the bedside and set a document on the nightstand. "Sign it."

I picked it up. The words at the top read: 'Divorce Agreement.'

My name is Serena, and I’m a werewolf. While the rest of my kind dreamt about finding their fated mate, fantasizing about meeting that perfect pair gifted by the Moon Goddess, I considered finding mine a curse.
My life ended when I found out the truth about my parents’ death. It was the day after my wedding, and I learned that my husband’s family planned to take over my pack from the beginning. I was so naïve that I married Declan like a lovesick pup, oblivious to the fact that my marriage was the final stage in his family’s scheme, and they succeeded in their plan, banishing me from my pack.
They thought I died, but I was planning to take everything that was mine and end my husband’s linage with my bare hands.
I had a spotless revenge plan, but fate’s sense of humor was ludicrous.
The man whom I promised to prosecute for all the pain he caused me was my fated mate, and ending him will also mean suicide.
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“You will always be Serena to me, wife.”
I simmered. “I’m not your wife.”
Declan bent a little on the waist, leveling his face with mine. “You’d be happy to know that we never got divorced, baby girl.”
Bristling, my nose flared. “I died. There’s no need for divorce.”
“Did you?” He caged me with his arms against the wall, a smirk stretching his lips. “And you are still mine, Serena. Don’t let Spade touch you like that again, or I’ll break his hand.”

Victoria discovered that I hadn't submitted any supplemental medical expense claims for two weeks.
She assumed I had finally been disciplined and had given up what she called "the exploitative nature of the lower class."
Little did she know, my backpack held the signed divorce papers and my mother's death certificate.
As I turned to leave, I was still wearing the discounted trench coat she'd casually given me three years ago when we got married.
What she didn't know was that I, a deep-sea geology genius from MIT, willingly endured three years of her humiliation and ridiculous rules, just so my mother could stay in her conglomerate's private hospital to prolong her life.
Now, my mother has died because of unpaid bills , and even her ashes are carried by me in a cheap canvas bag.
Now that my loved one is dead, there's no need for me to continue being her obstructive dog on Wall Street. The lives she owed with those approval forms, I will settle with the collapse of her entire conglomerate empire.

"I want you, Fenris," Lyra whispers, "Wolf and man, all of you."
The raw hunger flashes in Fenris's eyes. He growled softly, his strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her flush against his body. They made love beneath the light of the full moon.
"I've never let anyone get this close during a full moon before."
"I'm honored to be the first," Lyra grinnes, "And a little smug that I managed to tame the big bad wolf."
Fenris chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest. "The night's still young, and I'm far from tamed."


In a world where dark magic and ancient beasts collide, a powerful witch named Lyra stumbles upon a centuries-old prophecy foretelling the end of the world. To prevent this catastrophe, she must form an alliance with Fenris, a brooding werewolf outcast. As they race against time to decipher cryptic clues and gather mystical artifacts, their initial distrust slowly transforms into a forbidden romance. With opposing factions of supernatural creatures hunting them and their own conflicting natures threatening to tear them apart, Lyra and Fenris must overcome their differences to save not just the world, but each other.

In a realm where shadows dance with light in an eternal duel, Lyra, a young and enchanting shadow mage, unearths a tantalizing secret hidden within her: the rare ability to communicate with shadow dragons—ancient, seductive creatures thought to be long extinct. Her heart races when she encounters Nyx, the brooding king of the shadow dragons, with scales like obsidian and eyes that smolder with ancient fire. Their souls intertwine in a blaze of raw chemistry, igniting a passion that sizzles through their very beings.

As the world around them simmers with political intrigue and forbidden magic, Lyra feels the heat radiating from Nyx, drawing her in. “You possess a power I’ve never encountered,” he whispers, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine, igniting an ache deep within her core. “But tell me, can you handle the darkness within me?”

“Maybe I want to embrace it,” Lyra replies, her breath hitching as she inches closer, her hearts whispering promises of nightfall passion. “Show me the depth of your shadows, and I’ll reveal the light that can coexist with them.”

Their connection deepens as they delve into the secrets threatening both their kinds, but the air between them thickens with unspoken desire. In the heat of their pursuit, they steal moments away from the chaos—a shared gaze laced with longing, a brush of fingertips that ignites fire beneath their skin.

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.”

Midnight Guardians: A Gargoyle Romance follows the passionate and forbidden love story between Amelia, a young art history student, and Gideon, an ancient gargoyle awakened from centuries of stone slumber. Set against the backdrop of a mysterious Gothic cathedral, their romance unfolds amidst danger from monster hunters, internal conflicts within the gargoyle community, and the challenges of bridging two vastly different worlds. As Amelia and Gideon fight for their love, they must also protect the secret world of the gargoyles and confront their own dark pasts. This epic tale spans centuries, exploring themes of sacrifice, redemption, and the enduring power of love.

Emily, unable to resist, moved closer, her hands running along Cassandra's body, mimicking the creature's caresses. She kissed Cassandra passionately, their tongues entwining in a wet, hungry dance. Cassandra's hands found Emily's breasts, squeezing and teasing the hardened peaks through the neoprene suit.

The creature's tentacles joined the erotic dance, wrapping around Cassandra's waist, pulling her closer. Its touch was both gentle and insistent, its suction cups leaving a trail of tingling sensations on Cassandra's skin. Emily's hands slid beneath Cassandra's wetsuit, her fingers deftly unfastening the zipper and sliding it down, exposing her heaving chest.

My name is Jack Morris, a bottom-rung janitor on the docks.
Every day, people walk all over me, and I live on moldy bread.
Until one day, an old man I saved handed me a photograph. "This is my granddaughter. She's being held at the Black Swan Casino."
That used to be my place. Ten years ago.
Her father was a brother who died in my place.
I was once the king of the underground.
And now, at the banquet celebrating the tenth anniversary of my death, they're treating that old man's granddaughter like a toy.
If my disappearance only made those animals more brazen...
Then they can finish that drink and celebrate their own deaths next.

Born to lead but denied her rightful place, the daughter of a slain Alpha is betrayed in the most brutal way. Stripped of her title because she bears the spirit of a Luna instead of an Alpha, she’s forced to watch her lover rise as Alpha—only to publicly humiliate and reject her, accusing her of treason in front of the entire pack and a council of visiting Alphas.

When hope flickers in the form of a second chance mate—a feared Alpha known for his cold heart—her world is shattered yet again by another cruel rejection. The pain is too much; her wolf vanishes, her soul breaks, and her life hangs by a thread.

Just when the executioner raises his weapon, the unexpected happens. The ruthless Alpha who had turned his back returns with chilling words: “Let her live. Death is too kind. She will suffer.”

Months pass, and what was once discarded becomes the object of desire. Now, Alphas wage war for the broken Luna they once overlooked. With her wolf gone and heart frozen, can she ever heal? Will the Moon Goddess grant her strength again—or love?

Dive into this gripping tale of betrayal, pain, power, and redemption.

After I retired, I was willing to do the dirtiest work at a small auto repair shop—just to give my sick daughter an ordinary childhood.
I endured my mother’s insults, my eldest brother’s wage cuts, my younger brother’s extortion.
But they actually joined forces to steal my daughter’s life-saving money for gambling, then sold me into an illegal mine to pay off their debts.
When the iron chain locked around my wrist, when my daughter cried in despair, the killing intent that had slept in my blood for three years finally woke up completely.
They had no idea I was once the iron-blooded God of War—commander of a million troops, the name that made enemy nations tremble.