The Woman In White

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.

Esmerelda Cooper has always felt like an outsider. Marked by two distinct auras and plagued by an undiagnosed illness, she’s been abandoned by her mother and left to carve out a life tending bar while dreaming of a fresh start at university. But fate has other plans. Jake “Ghost” Thompson, a lone wolf shifter and intelligence gatherer, has spent years tracking a rising wave of brutal murders targeting shifters. When he encounters Esmerelda, he instantly knows she’s his mate—but she’s human… or so she thinks. Drawn together by an unbreakable bond, Ghost fights his instincts while Esmerelda struggles to understand the mysterious forces pulling her toward him. Their worlds collide when a violent confrontation awakens Esmerelda’s latent powers. She is no ordinary woman—she is part witch, part shifter, and destined to become the legendary White Wolf, a being prophesied to tip the balance in the supernatural war. As rival packs, hunters, and witches close in, she must navigate a dangerous path of self-discovery, all while caught in an undeniable pull between Ghost and his enigmatic rival, Magnus. With war brewing and her newfound powers making her both a target and a prize, Esmerelda must embrace her legacy before those who seek to control her tear everything apart. But magic comes at a cost, and love may be the most powerful—and dangerous—force of all.

For ages, the harmless, resting form and grave of five sisters—a beautiful, tidy house has stayed silent, and undisturbed. Suddenly, this house is broken into by outlaws. There are set out conditions for humans to reside within this house, but unaware of the consequences if the rules are broken, and the powers that reside within the house, these outlaws cause further damage, thereby awakening the sleeping powers within the house. These powers, hungry, itchy, and thirsty, feast on these men and regain their strength. As they release themselves, and find their way out into the world, their new assignment becomes finding, stalking, and hunting those who buried them in here, locked them inside the house, and eventually turned them into the house, and their tone to man is one man deems unfair.

He married her to bury a crime. She married him to burn it all down. Trained to seduce and destroy, she enters the marriage as a weapon. But in their snowbound mountain estate, secrets ignite-and lust turns dangerous. As passion blurs the lines between love and betrayal, they'll both learn the deadliest lies are the ones they tell themselves.

I was born with a strange condition. I couldn't recognize faces and could only identify people by their clothes. Vincent Lancaster, my boyfriend, never minded. He said it didn't change the way he loved me. That was, until our wedding day. He answered a phone call. His childhood friend, Grace Langley, was in labor, life hanging by a thread, and she demanded he come immediately. My voice shook with despair. "Vincent! If you drive away now, we'll never be husband and wife!" But he left anyway, not looking back. Grace had always loved seeing him in white, so he threw aside the black suit I had sewn for him with my own hands and changed into white. A year later, Vincent returned. By then, my belly was swollen with life, and I was holding onto another man while hosting a baby shower. And the man wore the black suit Vincent had thrown away. Vincent went mad, claiming he was my husband, but no one believed him.

"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!