Novel-novel oleh Racheal Dennis

“No, I want to have your baby,” I blurted out. Damn it! The alcohol was messing up my words. “What?” A confused frown appeared on his face. “My ex cheated on me with my twin sister. I want revenge,” I explained vaguely. His frown deepened. “You can’t have revenge if he’s already your ex…” “I don’t care!” I cut him off. “I want you just for tonight, and you are not allowed to say no!” “What?” “Take me to your hotel room right now!” I commanded, then grabbed his hand. **** One night of tequila and betrayal. One mysterious stranger who reclaims her world. When Genevieve walks in on her boyfriend and twin sister, her world explodes in a devastating instant. Desperate to numb the pain, she drowns her heartbreak in alcohol—only to stumble into the path of a towering, dangerously handsome stranger outside a hotel restroom. Drunk, defiant, and burning for revenge, she demands one night with no strings attached. He’s an ethereal demigod with a lethal gaze, a jagged scar above his eyebrow, and a presence that commands total submission. In Room 1688, what begins as a wild act of rebellion spiracles into an intense, scorching encounter that shatters everything Genevieve thought she knew about desire. He takes control, claiming her body and awakening a dormant power deep within her. But when dawn breaks, the stranger is gone—leaving behind only a throbbing ache, a mysterious silver wolf signet ring, and an intoxicating warmth blooming in her chest. As her twin sister spins lies to turn the pack elders against her, Genevieve returns home changed. Who was the green-eyed stranger who possessed her so completely? And what happens when she discovers her one-night stand might be the most powerful, dangerous man in the werewolf world?

Two lost souls, Both s#x addicts, and they were bound together by a contract... to satisfy each other's s#xual urge. They weren't supposed to meet, what happens now that they've met, and are bounded by a contract?

They say I killed my sister. That I stole her husband. That I’m a thief, a liar, a murderer. But none of it is true. I gave up everything—my youth, my dreams, my peace—to raise her son and honor her last wish. But to them, I’m still the villain. My stepson hates me. My husband despises me. And no one dares to hear my truth. When my only comfort—my late father’s cat—is killed as a cruel message, something in me breaks. I’m done begging for love. I’m done living in silence. It’s time the world hears my side of the story… And sees what happens when a broken woman rises. This is not a love story. This is my fight for freedom.

No one has seen him, No one can tell what he looks like, No one can tell if he's human, wolf, dragon, elf or vampire. We've only heard his very deep, hoarse voice that doesn't sound so humanly. We only know he's a ruthless beast, And that beast is the king of all supernatural creatures -he is King Wymond. He is an abomination -a mistake made by the moon goddess. There are rumors that he is immortal -are there still any immortals in this age? He walks the lands every night and kills any soul that crosses path with him or it, He never lets anyone see him and doesn't attend public meetings. He's always inside his palace, with those two big gates locking him away and isolating him from the world. Weird! How did he ended up becoming the king then? Every five years, girls who have come of age (18years to 25years), from different species (werewolves, vampires, witches, elves and dragons) are taken to his palace. We don't know why they are taken there, And we dare not ask why, because asking why is death penalty. And strangely, all the girls taken to the palace always come back alive, but they end up losing their memories of what had happened in there. No one has enough courage to investigate and find out what's going on -investigating is like walking into the valley of death. These are stories my grandma always told me when I was a kid, I don't know if they are real or if she was saying those things just to scare me. But I still couldn't help but wonder if it's true, Why does those girls end up losing their memories? Could there be a deep secret behind those closed, big gates?

Imagine finding out your current lover is your deceased fiancee's murderer, what would you do? Continue the relationship? Or bring him to justice?