Is Crocodile A Woman

When news of my arranged fiancee's death arrived, I didn't cry or make a scene. Instead, I quickly reclaimed her shares and had the death certificate issued. I did it because I've been reborn. In my past life, Dad was worried that women would eye my fortune as the heir to the wealthiest family. So, he arranged for me to marry one of three women he personally picked. I chose the most outstanding one, Monica Harris, and married her. However, just three days after our wedding, she died suddenly. Heartbroken, I was persuaded by the remaining two women to give up on marriage and remain single for life. At 80 years old, when I returned to our special place in Sunmere Valley to reminisce, I saw Monica. She should have been dead for 60 years! She stood beside Liam Rogers, my driver who'd gone missing decades ago, surrounded by their children and grandchildren, living a picture-perfect life. I realized I'd been deceived my entire life. The shock sent my blood pressure soaring, and I died of a stroke on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was transported back to the day I died. This time, I'm going to find out exactly how someone who's supposedly dead keeps on living.

My husband is a rock climbing route setter. It's our wedding anniversary today, but he brings his female best friend with him on an adventure to discover uncharted territory. It comes about because his female best friend says life is so boring. We're trapped in the mountains when we encounter extreme weather, and the rescue helicopter can only take two people with them. They climb up the ladder deftly, leaving me to slowly grow colder in the rain. I shout his name with all my strength. "I have a heart condition! I'll die if I don't get to the hospital soon!" He throws a rope down at me without even sparing me a glance. "Luna has menstrual cramps—she never says she's in pain. You, on the other hand, are only good at acting. Think of a way to get down yourself." What he doesn't know is that his "good friend" has already sliced the rope he threw to me.

Anathea Jacobson has had a crush on Gregory Sinclair for ten years. She thinks marrying him is a dream come true. Even if he's just a block of ice now, she'll surely be able to melt him over time. However, all she ever gets is his ice-cold treatment. He's gentle and tender to his true love, but he scorns and neglects her. He also mistreats and humiliates her… Anathea endures it all because they have a son. For his sake, she's willing to cling to her title of Mrs. Sinclair and cage herself in this loveless marriage for the rest of her life. This changes when she's abducted. Gregory spends the night with his true love, and even her beloved son abandons her—he wants to have Gregory's true love as his mother! That's when Anathea sees sense. Her husband will never love her, and her son will never appreciate her. If that's the case, she doesn't want them anymore. She wants to live for herself! … After the divorce, Anathea picks up floral art again. She sets up a company, makes big money, and wins various awards. She wants to give herself all the love she deserves so that she'll go back to being the lively, vivacious woman she once was. Gregory panics when he sees the men surrounding her and vying for her affections. He falls to his knees before her, his eyes rimmed with red as he pleads, "I love you, Nat. Please don't leave me." Anathea sneers. "Your love is too little, too late, Mr. Sinclair." Her son clings to her legs and wails. "Don't abandon me, Mom!" She pushes him away impassively. "Don't call me that. I'm not your mother."

After an ambush attack, a young werewolf is left with a disintegrating pack. With little options, she goes rogue and becomes the target of other predators. She flees and finds herself in human territory. A place she has never been or seen before. Follow Aislaine as she navigates this overstimulating human world and strives to blend in. She knows how to be wolf, but can she thrive in this world? Can she be a human woman? Or will the life she left behind come back to haunt her?

"That b*tch messed with the wrong wife!" An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. Hell hath no fury than... A Woman Scorned!

Ravelle was born to fulfill a prophecy—destined to become the Alpha King who would unite all packs. At least, that’s what her parents believed. They expected a son. Instead, Ravelle was born female—into a brutal world where women are taught to bow, obey, and offer themselves to power-hungry males who treat them like disposable breeding stock. When she is bound to Kei, a ruthless Alpha obsessed with power, her parents expect her to kneel and accept him. Ravelle rejects him publicly, branding him what all Alphas truly are—selfish, domineering pricks with god complexes, power-hungry bastards who confuse cruelty with leadership and lust for ownership. Kei does not accept rejection. He would rather die than lose his claim to the throne. He is determined to tame her, to claim her, and to take his “rightful” place as Alpha King—because in his world, a woman can never rule. To him, Ravelle is not a ruler. She is a problem that needs to be tamed. What Kei doesn’t realize is that destiny has other plans. He is not meant to be Alpha King. He is meant to be her Alpha Queen. Ravelle is ready to dismantle a system that has fed on women’s suffering for generations. But desire complicates hate, and the line between domination and obsession begins to blur. Kei is everything she despises… and far more dangerous than she ever imagined. This is a story of rejection, obsession, power, and vengeance. A dark, steamy tale where love is war, fate is cursed, and the woman everyone tried to break becomes the monster who rules them all. Because if the world only respects beasts… Ravelle will be the most feared of them all.