Bonnie Withered

Three days before my wedding, my younger sister staged a scene—one where I supposedly abandoned her in the mountains. She claimed I locked her in a cabin, left her to be nearly assaulted, and that she barely escaped with her life. Furious, my fiancé dragged me up the mountain and locked me in that same cabin. He said, "Wendy, a woman as vicious as you won't learn her lesson without punishment. I already told you I'd marry you. Why go after Chloe? Since you're so desperate to climb your way up, you can stay here until the wedding day." I begged him, over and over, but my scorched throat could only force out hoarse, grating sounds. Three days later, Mickey O'Brien stood at the altar in his suit, waiting for me. What he got instead was my remains.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.

The Three Faces of Rose is a gripping tale of supernatural romance and self-discovery. Rose David has spent 21 years invisible—bullied at school, overlooked at work, and trapped in a life where no one seems to notice her at all. On her 21st birthday, everything changes. An ancient curse, cast by a bitter witch long ago, awakens three distinct personalities inside her: the wise and sharp elderly Mrs. Choice, the innocent and fragile childlike Susy, and the daring, seductive Blaire. Each face has a mind of its own and each threatens to take control. When CEO Kelvin Halt enters her life, he sees more than just the shy, timid secretary everyone else ignores. He sees the complexity, the pain, and the magic that binds Rose’s fractured soul. But falling in love with her is not simple. To truly save her, Kelvin must confront the dark curse at its source and help Rose face the secrets and betrayals of her past. As Rose struggles to balance her three faces, she learns that the curse is more than just magic—it’s a test of identity, courage, and trust. Only by embracing every part of herself can she hope to reclaim her life and her freedom. And in the end, she must decide if love can truly heal the wounds left by centuries of pain, fear, and magic.

When Rose was just a newborn, a witch sacrifices her life to save her. Hidden beneath a powerful Alpha’s protection, Rose grew up shielded by a spell strong enough to keep her enemies at bay. But magic always demands a price, and protection is never permanent. When that protection begins to crack, so does the life she thought was safe. Cast out from the pack and stripped of everything she once belonged to, Rose moves to Westwood City and carves out a new existence. An ex-underground fighter, she now works under the protective eye of Lucas, a man who knows exactly what she is. In his biker bar, she finds a family. In the dark corners of the city, she becomes something else entirely, a feared bounty hunter. She doesn’t play nice and soon draws attention. Kaedyn Hakon, known only as Mr Midnight, rules the city from the shadows with quiet, ruthless control. He is a man whispered about, never seen, and feared by those who know better than to cross him. Lyon Ulrich, the brutal leader of the Road Wolves, rules through fear, fast violence, and a temper no one survives twice. Both men are dangerous, and both want to claim her. Rose is forced to confront who she truly is as the truth about her past begins to unravel. Because in a world where power is taken, not given, choosing the wrong side won’t just cost her everything. It will cost her who she is.

The Thornes built their aromatherapy business generations ago, but their ancestors made a fatal mistake and brought down a divine curse. For ninety-nine generations, every Thorne heir drew their punishment on their eighteenth birthday. Julian Thorne was the last. He drew the worst punishment: death from hemorrhage in ten months. The only way to break it was to marry a witch from the Old Bloodline and complete the life transference ritual. The witch inscribes a sigil on a parchment and infuses the child's blood essence on it, and the curse transfers to the parchment. I was that witch. My family owed the Thornes a blood debt going back three generations, so I married Julian, gave him a child, and performed the ritual to save his life. I was terrified of missing the ritual window, so I didn't even use anesthesia as the baby was cut out of my womb. However, Julian drove ninety-nine soul spikes into my body while I was still bleeding from the delivery, then set me on fire. "Miriam is the real heir. You're nothing but a fraud who wanted to marry up. "You drove her into the wilderness to protect your position. She went into labor alone and died with the baby. Even dying, she thought of me. She finished the ritual and saved my life. "You deceived my father. I'm destroying your soul. You'll pay for what you did to them." He ignored my screaming while he drained our newborn's blood essence. I watched helplessly as my child's life faded. Then I was nailed to a cross and burned until there was nothing left. When I opened my eyes, I was back on my wedding day.

They say the wolf witches are extinct. They’re wrong. She is the last of her kind—bound to the world as a ghost after her coven was slaughtered and her power buried with their bones. Neither alive nor fully dead, she haunts the edge of the packs’ territory, feeding on moonlight, rage, and unfinished vengeance. She was meant to fade into legend. Then she meets him. A ruthless Alpha cursed by blood and fate, feared by his enemies and obeyed by his pack. He should not be able to see her. He should not be able to touch her. Yet his presence drags her spirit closer to flesh, awakening a bond that was forbidden even when she was alive. He needs her magic to survive. She needs his body to return. Each night, the line between ghost and woman thins. Desire turns violent. Power turns addictive. And the bond between them threatens to resurrect an ancient war—one the world tried to erase by killing every wolf witch that ever existed. Because if she fully returns, she won’t just save him. She’ll reclaim her power. And the packs will bleed for what they did. She is the last wolf witch. And loving her has always been a death sentence.