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The Luna's Vengeance
I am Amalthea Jade, the daughter of the prestigious Matthew and Thea Jade. My parents died in a rogue attack, and the only hope I had was my chosen mate, Blake Cohl.I thought I got all the happiness in the world when I got married to him, but on my wedding night, he brought his fated mate to our wedding room. The mate, he can't reject.I would've let go of her if she hadn't provoked me, and naturally, I did what anyone would've done in a situation like this. I attacked her.There's a rule that if any person attacks another person without a reason, then he/she is punished with 20 whippings, but since I am the luna, I was given another option, apologize to my husband's fated mate.Bow down and apologize to the person who took away my happiness? He must be joking.Rather than bowing, I took not 20 but 50 whippings to remember this humiliation for the rest of my life.Feeling tired, I decided to leave, as my father also thought that Blake was the better alpha than me. But as I was leaving, I came to know that my parents’ death wasn't just a normal rogue attack case. It was more than that.The plan was simple. Avenge my parents, the humiliation I suffered, and start afresh, but what am I supposed to do when the Lycan king starts tailing me?How the hell am I supposed to react when he says he wants to marry me, and that he will destroy everything in my world if I keep refusing him? Not to mention how he hates me.“I can’t marry you because I hate all the males with the alpha syndrome, and I am already married,” I barked at him.“And? I don't see why that's a problem. Let me make it clear, Amalthea. I want you, and I will do anything to get you, even if it means I will have to turn this world upside down,” He smirked.How am I supposed to get on with my plans like this? Not to mention the rogue head who is strangely interested in my matters more than I am.Oh, and did I mention I was in the process of awakening my powers that even I didn't know of?
The Battle of the Heiresses
Rose John, a supposed member of the esteemed John family, was widely recognized as an imposter. Expectations ran high for a showdown between the true and false daughters, but the initial round saw the genuine daughter, Molly John, suffer a surprising defeat.Confident in her lineage, Molly confronted Rose, declaring, "I am the real John daughter. Leave the family." Unperturbed, Rose casually discarded the property certificate, asserting her claim, "Sorry, the house is mine. Take your time."Undeterred, Molly retorted, "Your fiancé belongs to me. Step aside. I'm the true daughter." Rose nonchalantly replied, "I don't want that scum. You two are made for each other. I quit."Molly boasted of her wealthy family, but Rose swiftly retorted, "Your father was my father's driver. Who's truly rich and powerful?" Molly flaunted designer works, unaware that those very designers once considered Rose their mentor. While Molly schemed for the Best Actress title, Rose relied on her talent and charm.The public soon realized that whenever the true daughter attempted to deceive or outshine, she faced humiliating setbacks. Since the exposure of the imposter, Molly's reputation suffered, leaving her humiliated and her face metaphorically swollen.In the battle between the real and fake daughters, it became clear that authenticity triumphed over pretense. The saga of the John family continued, as the imposter's exposure forever altered the dynamics of their relationships.
A Wrong Blood Bag, His Final Regret
My husband, Scott Lemire, admires the young, newly hired nurse at the hospital. Her name is Yvonne West, and he promotes her to a full-fledged doctor, even though she has only worked here for two days. His colleagues urge him to reconsider his decision, but he insists that Yvnonne has the skills for it. He also condemns his colleagues for being inept and prone to jealousy. However, Scott's mother, Agatha Kincaid, is suddenly involved in a car crash and breaks her leg. Yvonne gives Agatha the wrong blood bag, causing cardiac arrest and ultimately leading to her death. After I check the blood compatibility log, I gnash my teeth in anger and press charges against Yvonne right there and then. The next day, however, Scott brings a group of men to the funeral home, wreaking havoc and forcing Agatha's casket open. "Whitney, how can you be this vicious? Yvonne didn't mean for it to happen. Your mom is very old anyway. If she's dead, then so be it. You didn't have to ruin Yvonne's career! "Your mom won't be happy if she knows the kind of crap you're doing! Sign the letter of understanding now, or I'll divorce you this instant!" I try to stop Scott's men from ruining the funeral home as I question him. "Are you out of your mind? This is Mom's funeral!" Scott sneers and says, "I will do the same if this is my mom's funeral, let alone your mom's!" And yet, he shows up at my place later, kneeling in tears and begging me to seek justice for Agatha.
Hidden Heiress: The Lycan King's Disfigured Queen
"Why can’t you just leave me alone?" Valentina snarled, breath hitching as she shoved against the bark of the tree behind her.He stepped closer, eyes glowing with an untamed hunger. In one swift, possessive motion, he pinned her hands above her head, his lips grazing the pulse at her neck—dangerously close to the spot only a mate should touch.“Because, little wolf,” he whispered, his voice dark velvet against her skin, “you belong to me—and I’m done pretending otherwise.”_______Stabbed by the man she once loved and betrayed by the friend she trusted most, Valentina was reborn in the ashes of heartbreak. No longer the obedient luna of the Shadow Crust pack, she rises from the shadows to reclaim her life—and her power.But home is no longer safe. Her pack is in ruins. Her father? Bewitched by a mysterious woman named Carmella. And fate? Cruel, as always. Because waiting for her in the heart of the storm is the man she should never desire—Andres Donovan, the cold and dangerously obsessive Lycan King… and her second-chance mate.He watches her with eyes full of secrets, speaks in riddles that echo of a past she can’t remember, and touches her like he’s been starving for centuries. But as enemies close in, alliances fracture, and war brews over the divine blood flowing in her veins, Valentina must decide: Will she fight fate again… Or surrender to the one man who could ruin her—or save her?
I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now—billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn’t mind. I’d crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?Wrong.One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That’s when it hit me—he didn’t love me. He didn’t even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn’t even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster—my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.Enter him.Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I’d met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.And, as it turned out, the best decision I’d ever made.Because my one-night stand isn’t just some random guy. He’s richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.And now, he’s not letting me go.
The Woman Who Gave the Tycoon an Heir
"Give birth to my baby, and I'll give you everything you want." In order to raise enough money for her mother's surgery bills, Amelia Warren spends a night with a stranger. At first, she thinks she won't see him ever again, but her accidental pregnancy intertwines her fate with his. Amelia rejects that suggestion immediately. "This is my uterus. I have the right to decide whether or not I want to give birth to this baby." The man stops her in a domineering fashion. "You have no say in this matter!" Michael Sutton, the famous business mogul in Southport, is a noble and prestigious man equipped with extremely brutal methods. No one dares to defy him at all. Rumors have it that he's cold, distant, and isn't interested in the fairer sex at all. Some even whisper of his inability to sire children of his own. That is, until the paparazzi snap photos of him accompanying a woman to a prenatal check-up. "Darling, you must be tired from all the walking. I'll carry you into the room." "Darling, you must be thirsty, right? I'll feed you some water." The so-called cold and distant man transforms into a henpecked husband right in front of the cameras, leaving everyone shell-shocked. … Before Amelia meets Michael, she's stuck in a hopeless situation. Her dad is a gambling addict, and her mom is very ill. Before she can even graduate from university, she's already saddled with heavy debts. She envisions her life of despair to remain like this for as long as she draws breath. That is, until she meets the ever-so domineering yet devoted Michael, who loves her with all his heart. That's when everything changes. Some people mock her for her low status, saying that she's not fit to be a part of the upper crust. They even think that she has no right to stay by Michael's side and speculate that she must have seduced her way to this position. Michael states, "The moment I laid my gaze on Amelia, I fell in love with her at first sight. I was the one who kept pestering her until she agreed to marry me." A certain higher-up in the government also pipes up, "Please take good care of Amy, my dearest daughter-in-law."
Alpha King's Mate (Book 4 Hybrid Aria)
Can't believe the Moon goddess my own great great great grandmother would curse her own grandson to a life of misery. Blessings are what they say mates are, mine are a curse. Before I knew how badly mates could destroy you, tear apart your soul, I craved mine. Craved finding my other half, now I know better. Mate’s are a distraction one I couldn’t afford, yet here I am still searching for my little white wolf knowing I will be damned when I finally catch her, that I will once again have to tear off another piece of my soul when I am forced to kill this one too. Mate’s are no blessing and the Moon Goddess, well I have given up on her, my mother is a pure hybrid a direct descendant of the Moon goddess herself,making her the hybrid Queen until she handed her title to me stepping down, now I am the cursed Alpha king. My father was a werewolf so the only good thing I got out of my mother being a hybrid was being the ultimate predator, luckily I was also blessed with a wolf. My twin sisters were like my mother, just hybrid's, no wolf's no shifting, my younger brothers were like me though, tends to run in the female side the hybrid genes. I only craved blood in wolf form, my sisters craved it all the time. My family were the only hybrids except for the mutations made by Kade a crazy scientist who was hellbent on revenge for a feud that had nothing to with us only my grandfather but that didn’t stop for trying to destroy us, he used my grandfathers blood to become immortal we thought after finally killing the bastard everything was going to be fine. Well until I found my first mate, she was a hunter and what a disaster that was. I was blinded by the mate bond and she was using me to get to my pack, my family so knowing that it ended in her death. I won't stand for betrayal and having to kill her destroyed me. Yet now my grandmother has decided to fiddle with the Fates again and give me another dud for a mate. A second chance mate and this one has been eluding me for months now.
Once Abused,Now Loved
Hara only desired to raise her expectant child away from her abusive and unfaithful partner, Roland. She chose the Red Cross pack, the strongest pack in the werewolf kingdom, as her safe haven.She gets a job as a waitress at a bar, which is as typical as any other job until she meets Ryder, the Alpha of the Red Cross pack and the owner of the bar. As soon as he sees the expectant Hara, who is also his destiny mate, he falls in love with her. Hara was caught in a tricky dilemma. No matter how she viewed it, the convoluted situation she found herself in could not end well. Not while her heart yearns for the enticing stranger who claimed to be her destined partner. Not when Roland returned and requested a second chance. Especially when she realizes there are so many secrets to be revealed. Would she be capable of making the right choices? Would she return to the man she once loved or stay with the man who loved her?Join Hara on her perilous quest to find happiness.*********************************Having him so close was enough to shatter my resolve and rekindle my desire for him. His possessive grasp around my waist caused me to collide with him. When I glanced up, our foreheads touched. He closed his eyes while emitting a howl that would make any werewolf weak in the knees."Ryder..""You're mine, Hara. I knew it from the instant I laid eyes on you. And every time I fucked you senseless, that was me declaring, you're mine and mine alone."
Goodbye Scumbag, Hello True Love
"I'm so over Cassandra." Aidan Ziegler sneers, swirling his wine glass with a lazy smirk. "A real woman is soft and sweet—like Clara. As for her..." In the corner, a glass suddenly shatters in a man's palm. Cassandra Callum stands frozen, holding the cake she made to celebrate their three-year anniversary, eyes locked on the blood trickling down from his sharply defined fingers. Tristan Freeman, head of Freeman Group, slowly wipes his hand clean. His dark gaze sweeps over her tear-reddened eyes. "Ms. Callum, would you like to marry me?" The city explodes with gossip. Everyone thinks a broke little designer has climbed her way into wealth and power— what no one knows is that this marriage is a trap Tristan set five years ago. His private gallery holds over a thousand sketches of her profile—from that day in sophomore year when she crouched in a rainy alley feeding a stray cat, to her backstage at a runway abroad, gently arranging jewelry. Late at night, he stares at security footage, cigarette in hand, as Aidan kneels in a storm, soaked and shaking. Tristan suddenly pulls his delicate wife into his arms. Later, a finance reporter captures the once cold and ruthless Tristan, down on one knee before Cassandra. His hands tremble as he holds a pregnancy test. Cassandra flashes her wedding ring and laughs softly. "Surprised, Mr. Freeman?" Tristan, once known for being sharp and vicious, blinks back tears, then presses a trembling kiss to the faded mark on her ring finger. "Cassie, when you were 22, I wanted to say..." "Say what?" He leans in, his voice hoarse as he whispers, "The cake was really sweet."
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