12 Dancing Princesses Derek

The night before our wedding, Jason Scott receives the cancer diagnosis of my adopted younger sister, Helena Sanderson. His expression falters, and he says indignantly, "We'll cancel the wedding tomorrow, Victoria. Helena is very fragile now. I can't risk upsetting her at this point in time." I reply, "I don't agree with it! Why would my wedding upset her?" Jason doesn't show any displeasure after my rejection. He even thoughtfully prepares a glass of milk for me. … When I wake up the next morning, I realize the house that should be full of excitement is eerily quiet. Anxious, I dial Jason's number 99 times. He only picks up the call on my 100th try. "Where did my wedding dress and shoes go?" I ask. Jason falls silent for a moment. His tone is apologetic when he replies, "I'm sorry, Victoria. Helena wants to experience being a bride once. I can't let her leave with regrets. Please bear with this for now. I'll make it up to you once she passes away peacefully." As the line goes dead, I sit frozen on the bed, unable to recover for some time. … A month later, while Jason is on his honeymoon, I send the livestream of my wedding announcement with his rival, Frank Lawrent, directly onto his phone. Jason regrets it bitterly.

He was born from darkness… She was never meant to survive it. When Evelyn stumbles upon a dying man in the woods, she doesn’t realize she’s just saved a vampire prince—one cursed by blood, bound by fate, and hunted by his own kind. Lucien Virel is no ordinary vampire. A deadly prophecy marks him as the destroyer of his bloodline, and the moment Evelyn touches him, the curse shifts… binding her to his fate. Now Evelyn bears his mark—a blazing symbol on her skin that ties their lives, their souls, and their deaths together. As ancient forces rise and betrayals close in, Lucien must choose between breaking the curse or breaking the only girl who ever made him feel alive. But the closer they grow, the more dangerous it becomes. Because love was never part of the curse. And someone is willing to spill blood to make sure it stays that way.

In a world divided by species, alliances, and betrayal, Elora, a fearless human wanderer, stumbles into a forbidden territory—a hidden pack of werewolves led by the enigmatic and battle-scarred alpha, Joel. When an ancient prophecy foretells that a human will hold the key to the pack's survival, Elora becomes both their savior and their most dangerous liability. Bound by secrets, hunted by those who fear her power, and torn between loyalty and love, Elora must navigate a treacherous path where every choice could shatter alliances and ignite wars. As tensions rise, she and joel must fight together to protect their pack and uncover the truth behind her destiny, all while grappling with a bond they were never meant to share. Will Elora embrace the magic of the moonlight or let darkness consume her soul?

After my grandmother passed away, I returned from my countryside home to Oberis City, ready to tidy things up and prepare for my wedding. But no sooner had I arrived at the wedding planning company, ready to book an extravagant, luxurious wedding, than the staff there delivered a piece of news that struck me like a thunderbolt. The groom—my groom—had already gotten married. Three months ago, Cain Bassett, the eldest son of the wealthiest family's conglomerate, tied the knot with his childhood sweetheart, the daughter of the mayor of Lith City—Mary Schindler. Now here I stood, frowning in front of the grand gates of Cain's villa. But the thing is, I am Mary Schindler, the daughter of the mayor of Lith City.

They said no one defies the Alpha of the Phoenix Pack and lives to tell the tale. They were wrong. When Cullen Blackthorne, the ruthless Alpha feared across every border, storms the Silver Moon Pack, he expects surrender— not her. Séraphine Vale. A curvy, sharp-tongued beauty hidden behind a lace mask, the last surviving daughter of the Silver Moon’s traitorous line. He should have killed her. Instead, he claimed her. Now, she’s trapped in his territory—his captive, his obsession, and his downfall. But Séraphine isn’t the innocent mistress everyone thinks she is. She’s playing a dangerous game of her own—one that could burn the Phoenix Pack to ashes from the inside. In a world ruled by dominance and blood, passion becomes their greatest weakness. And when love tastes like revenge, who will surrender first—the Alpha or his Mistress?

"I, Darius Amaruk, reject you, Isabella Grey, as my mate!" I heard him, the man who was supposed to be my mate, spoke the words with contempt drilling in his voice.*********The night Isabella was rejected by her mate, she left her pack to cool off her head and got harassed by a rogue wolf. The deed led to pregnancy. And Isabella was left all alone in the world to fend for herself and her son. The last of her threshold began when she was taken in by the same rogue alpha and she discovered that he had no memory of what happened that night. Despite the growing feelings between them, her son -their son- became the reason why he would never mate her.

Rose went out to party at a club with her friends for successfully finishing college. There, she met a mysterious and aloof man called Rael and they had a one nightstand. She became accidentally pregnant. With no parents or money to care for herself and her pregnancy, she left with Rael, a man she barely knew. But what would become of her when she realized that she just signed herself up for danger?

On the eve of a surgery, I voluntarily resign from my position as lead surgeon. My colleagues sneer behind my back and mock me openly. "And this guy's supposed to have a PhD from abroad? Looks more like he bought a degree from some no-name university." "Can't even handle a challenge without running—what kind of doctor is that?" In my last life, I gave up competing in a general practitioner skills competition to take on this very surgery. But because the other lead surgeon violated protocol during the operation, it ended in a serious medical accident. My sister, the head of the department, pinned all the blame on me. Even my girlfriend stood firmly on their side, accusing me of incompetence. Overnight, I went from being a respected medical PhD to the disgrace of the hospital. I couldn't prove the mistake wasn't mine. I was fired and faced criminal charges. My parents, once so proud of me, pointed at me in rage. "We don't have a son who plays god with people's lives!" Crushed by shame and despair, I spiraled into deep depression and jumped from the hospital roof. But now, I open my eyes again. I'm back—back to the night before the surgery.

On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary with Sebastian Gray, he lit up the entire city with fireworks for me. All our friends kept saying what a wonderful man he was—so loving, so romantic. The kind of husband every woman dreams of. At the grand finale, the fireworks burst into words that lit up the night sky: Happy Birthday, Jen. Jennifer Kingsley was Sebastian's first love, his ideal woman, the one who had always lingered in his heart. Sebastian looked at me, his expression almost sheepish. "Ah, it's Jen's birthday too. They must have mixed up the fireworks." That night, Jennifer posted on her social media: "Men are boys till the day they die, always fumbling their way through romance." She added a picture of the fireworks, along with a photo of her and Sebastian standing close under the dazzling display. I liked her post and left a comment: "From school to altar—what a touching love story. When's the wedding?"

I had promised my son that when he turned three, the three of us would go to the amusement park together as a family. But he never lived to see that birthday. My husband, Daniel Shaw, who was a perfect match for the bone marrow transplant, disappeared just before the surgery—phone off, leaving no trace. Without him, our son lost his last chance at survival. When Daniel finally came home, he asked, "Where's our son? Weren't we supposed to take him to the amusement park for his birthday?" Then his eyes fell on the urn. That was the moment he truly lost his mind.