A Scar In The Bone

How far can you run from a dark prince after you have witnessed his dreadful secret? Would you rather win or submit to destiny? ........... A peaceful simple college life with a perfect girlfriend was all Ethan ever wanted when he enrolled in Bordwell University, to begin his new phase of life. But on his first day here, he ran into 'The Dark Prince Of The Campus', Zeus Blackwell...who was far opposite to him in terms of characteristics, and traits...and nothing about him was labeled ordinary either. Attracted to him since the first glance, Ethan was determined to stay away from Zeus. But fate played the role to lead them to each other...until the moment Ethan was exposed to Zeus's dark secret which he had hidden from the whole world, behind his image of being the perfect heartthrob of the campus! Zeus Blackwell, a lone Supreme Alpha who had escaped into the world of humans hiding a deep scar inside his cold heart, only for a mission his whole existence depended upon. But when his path crossed with a very ordinary human Ethan, he couldn't stop himself from being intrigued by him, especially his eyes which gave him a long-lost glimmer of hope... It was all fine until Ethan was exposed to the cursed secret he had hidden from the human world. What happens when two opposite broken hearts find solace in the evil world? How will Zeus protect Ethan from the world of dark secrets he had exposed to him? Was Ethan tangled with Zeus by the thread of destiny? Will the forbidden love of a Werewolf and Human win against every odd, or will they lose each other 'once again?'

{SUPPORT = MOTIVATION = MORE UPDATES} Valery Hale ~ All I ever wanted was a comfortable life for me and my brother, Derek. With no parents, I had to work hard to put food on our table. Derek needs to go to school, and I need money for the never-ending bills. Just when life starts getting good, fate decides to throw in a box of scorpions. I can barely make ends meet every month, as if that isn’t hell enough. How am I supposed to make the CEO of a multibillion-dollar company fall in love with me? Did I mention he’s also an Alpha Lycan?   Nathaniel Kress ~ For generations, KressCo. has met the needs of The BloodFlame Pack. Being the next Alpha, I am to also take over as the CEO of the company, but my father won’t let me until I claim someone to replace my deceased Mate. I don’t believe in second-chance Mates and even if I did, not Valery. I should've rejected her from the start because now I can’t get her out of my head. If only I knew she wasn’t the innocent lamb she was so good at pretending to be... -- Jaden points the loaded gun at me. “Valery, you have three months to get the bastard to marry you. Succeed, and you’ll get your brother back in one piece. Fail.” My heart skips a beat at the click sound the gun makes in his hands. “Fail, and I’ll break every bone in his body, then feed him to my sharks.” He threatens with his hand outstretched to me. “It’s simple enough, so do we have a deal?” The Mafia Lord asks, his lips curving to form an evil grin. Like I have a choice. “Yes.” --

My grandma and I were on a perfect beach in Golden Bay. The sun warmed my skin, the sand was soft beneath my feet, and she was resting peacefully nearby. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my mind. A mind link. It was Brenda. Assistant to my mate, Gideon, the Alpha Heir. The image she sent was horrifying. An old woman in simple clothes, lying in a pool of her own blood. Deep gashes, down to the bone, from a silver-laced weapon. Brenda's voice echoed in my head, dripping with arrogance. “Cora, do you Omegas do anything but freeload?” “Gideon just bought this estate, and you’re already letting your pack-leeching relatives squat here? As the Alpha’s assistant, it's my duty to protect his land from trespassers.” “This is what happens when you trespass on an Alpha’s private property!” I froze. I looked over at the sun umbrella. My grandma, Maria, was napping peacefully. I replayed the image from the link. My blood ran cold. That face… bloody and broken, but I knew it. I would never mistake it. It wasn't my grandmother. It was Eleonora. Gideon’s grandmother. A rival pack had attacked her months ago. Her wolf was weakened. She was in a pack clinic. Her mind-link was damaged. She could only receive, not send. Today… she was supposed to come home. I pushed back against the link with all my strength. “Brenda, are you insane? Look who you hit! That's Eleonora! Gideon's grandmother!” Brenda cut the link. Her last words were cold and stupid. “Gideon made it clear. Your family is your problem. His family is his. He doesn’t claim trash like them.”

He pulled back, his hands on either side of her face. “Look at me, sugar.” She opened her eyes. “I’m not a gentle man, Reena, but I can be. I’ll be gentle with you, I promise.” He ran the tip of his finger along her full lower lip, over the tiny scar that Simon’s violence had left there. “I’m not like – like him. I’d never hurt you. Not ever.” “I know.” “Let me take you to my bed and show you, babe. Let me love you.” **** Reena Mackay has been taken advantage of one time too many. This latest betrayal leaves her broke, betrayed, and possibly homeless. So when she’s offered a chance to split rent with Mitch Corrigan – a pro fighter desperate to escape a roach-infested hotel – she takes it. Survival leaves little room for caution. Mitch is dangerous by trade and forged by a brutal past. He expects to want women who look fearless. Instead, he’s blindsided by his attraction to Reena: soft-spoken, blue-eyed, and far stronger than she appears. He wants to protect her. Claim her. Keep her safe from a world that keeps hurting her. But Mitch knows fairy tales aren’t real... and women like Reena don’t choose men like him. He’s wrong. Reena understands violence better than he ever will, and her faith in people is hard-won courage. When a so-called Prince Charming shatters her trust, Mitch is the one who stands between her and the dark. The question is whether she’ll risk her heart one more time... and whether Mitch can be her forever, or at least her now.

I was born to shine. But the fate had others plans for me. The moment my feet left the edge, the world fell silent. There was only wind. And peace. For one fragile heartbeat, I was free. Like a bird. Then something slammed into me from behind. Arms. Hard. Unforgiving. The impact hurled me sideways instead of down. Wood splintered. Something inside me cracked. Darkness rushed in and I welcomed it. … “Open. Your. Eyes.” The voice was quiet, slow, deliberate. It forced its way through bone and blood. An Alpha command. Pain detonated through me as air tore back into my lungs. My body convulsed against my will. I tried to sink back into the quiet—to finish what I had started. “You were NEVER given permission to die.” Power wrapped around the words like chains. My eyes snapped open. We were beyond the pack’s borders. The air felt colder. Wilder. Untouched by law or duty. For one second, I had belonged to nothing. And he had dragged me back. He loomed above me, fury carved into every sharp angle of his face. His breathing was controlled, his posture dominant - absolute. If anyone were watching from the cliffs, they would see an Alpha asserting ownership. His jaw tightened, irritated at being forced to deal with something that should have already been resolved. I had complicated his plans. “Drink.” His wrist pressed my mouth. The metallic scent hit first. I tried to clamp my lips shut. But Alpha commands do not ask. They take. My mouth opened against my will and his blood burned down my throat, spreading heat through my chest. A cruel gift. He would not even grant me the mercy of dying on my own terms. And I understood - even my death did not belong to me.

My sister, Anna Hawkins, and I are twins, but I'm slightly heavier than her when we were born. Anna has always been weak and sickly since young, whereas I'm always active and healthy. When Anna was four years old, she was diagnosed with leukemia. Mom blamed me for stealing Anna's nutrients when I got born, so I needed to return the nutrients to her. When I got my blood extracted for the first time, a thick syringe was used on me. I was so scared when I saw it. Mom told me not to be scared. She gave me a magical pen, stating that whatever wish I wrote down with the pen would come true. I wrote, "It won't hurt." When the syringe was plunged into my arm again, Mom bought me a sweet lollipop. The pain never struck me again afterward. When I was five years old, I drew a strawberry cake on the paper while getting 1000cc blood withdrawn from me. That week, Anna could sit up in bed and play on her own. When I turned seven years old, I wrote down my wish that I'd like to go on a vacation. The next day, I was sent into the operating theater for the doctors to collect my hematopoietic cells. For the first time ever, Anna's cheeks became rosy. When I was eight years old, I wrote that I wanted to become the top student of my grade. But a day before my exams, my bone marrow was drawn from me. Anna finally got discharged by the hospital. She got to wear new dresses that I never got to wear. In the year I turn nine years old, my body is heavily depleted. With a trembling hand, I can only write down a line in messy handwriting. "I hope… that I won't become Mom's daughter in my next life."

THIS BOOK IS THE FULL SERIES OF BETWEEN MAFIA LINES. BETWEEN MAFIA LINES SERIES: Between Mafia Lines 1: The Mafia's Pawn(completed). Between Mafia Lines ||: Jasmine's Revenge (ongoing). THE MAFIA'S PAWN(Between Mafia Lines 1): 🥵I remembered the man from last night. Blue eyes, strong nose, hard abs, tanned skin, jet black hair, sweet lips. And a scar by his eyes. A work of art. He was a complete stranger but I couldn't resist him despite the fact that I had a four years relationship going on with my boyfriend, Tyler. But today, I stand before the stranger, he's my new boss. A trillionaire. I thought that was the end of it all and we would act like one night stand never happened, but not until he offered me a contract marriage. Captivated the second time, I accepted, cheating on my boyfriend, Tyler. Here I am, in love with my boss and sharing a passionate moment with him when the door slammed open. "Father, can you believe she cheated on me?!" I heard Tyler's voice. My Secret Contract Husband Is My Boyfriend's Father?!! JASMINE'S REVENGE(Between Mafia Lines ||): What happens when he leaves you for your best friend and humiliates you before the whole college at your birthday party? That same night, you are forced by your parents to give your heart to your sister who is suffering from a heart disease. You think that's the end for you until you wake up in a new body. Will Jasmine start to live a normal life again? Can she navigate her way to revenge in her new body or not? Or will she be defeated once again?

Sequel to Alpha Braddock - Book 2 I stand here frozen as thoughts run through my mind, it’s taken my parents years to track down the head of to the pedophile ring and now the top 3 suspects stand in front of me. All there leads led to 3 packs to this very lucrative pup abduction ring, selling them to the highest bidder to do with whatever they want. My mother’s body adorns the scars of this sick and twisted world, each scar shows her strength and resilience. My wolf whimpers in my head, “but he’s, our mate.” Coming up with a business venture to secure a link to all three, to keep them under closer watch will hopefully get us closer to end this world of his. Finding out now that one is my fated mate, yea I didn't see that coming and I won't allow it to sway me, the cost is too great. Not allowing the bond to snap into place and keeping myself focused isn't an easy task, but one I am determined to achieve, at least the first meeting went well. Yea, it was short lived, when I turn to quickly and our bond snaps into place the next day. He also has a chosen future Luna, which he has no intentions of breaking it off with. My anger and determination rise, knowing he wants both his chosen and his fated. I won't allow this, not for Alpha Abigail Westfield, firstborn and Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack a direct descendant of the DeLuca family with more gifts than my own mother. Can I keep from succumbing to this fated bond? Can I reject him? Will he keep his chosen and reject me? If he's not involved, will he forgive my attempts to destroy our bond?

His sinful hands traveled to her waist as she looked at him; her breath hitched as he traced her belly button “You are so vulnerable right now,” his gaze landed on the gunshot wound on her chest, just between her breasts. The fact that she was not wearing a bra right now was very distracting. Even with the scar she was so beautiful. “So are you,” he whispered keeping the gun in her hands. The heat of their graze did not help with the hot atmosphere of the room; this was deadly. “We can’t deceive both agencies,” her murmur was soft, unlike the sound of his harsh breathing. “We can, we will,” He looked straight into her eyes as her lips trembled. So unlikely of the girl she was. “It's a matter of two countries,” she whispered, her last straw against him, she knew she would give up if he had an answer to this. That she would let go of the lust suffocating her insides after this. “It's a matter of two hearts,” her eyes snapped to his immediately. “I can't seem to forget the little girl who took a bullet for me,” He said as her lips parted in shock. “You… knew?” she could not form more words. He could not find himself to answer anything else than a nod, he was deceiving her in the name of love. ‘Ya Allah, why do I have to do this?’ she asked her god taking her eyes away from him for a second. “It's the matter of two hearts, two bodies, two souls…” and two deceivers, the word they both so wanted to add but couldn’t. “Have me,” He whispered. “Take me,” she obliged In which she deceived him before he could deceive her

This is the story of a dying girl. Gracie. And just like every dying person, she had wishes. Infact she had a bucket list of things she wanted to do before she finally dies. * She had cancer of the blood and bone marrow. Chronic lymphocytic Leukaemia. It develops from a type of white blood cell called B cells and it progresses slowly. Symptoms may not show until maybe years for some patients. Her CLL was aggressive and needed chemotherapy treatment early. But it was a little late for her when they discovered. So wth no early treatment, She had just 5 years to live. The hospital became her home. She was given a room there to live indefinitely. She could still recall her dad’s gloomy face while decorating her room. She eventually recovered a little, just like every other days, she found herself retiring to her former routine. Her chats with him. But when she told him she was sick and was gonna die, he kind of took it differently than she expected. He asked her why. And her reply was probably the last message on their chat till this day. If he blocked her or something, she just doesn't know. she could never find him again on social media. She cried for weeks. He was supposed to be her best friend. She was never gonna make peace with Cancer or resign to fate. No way. Eventually she stopped treatment 2 yrs later when she got her independence. No matter the treatment, she would never be able to live as long as she wants anyway. So why prolong the torture? But that was a difficult decision to make nonetheless because she stopping the treatment meant she'd have to die earlier than 5 years. But she’d rather make peace with that as long as she could do whatever she wanted before dying. ..................... It's all about love, drama, regret.