Agama Ken Anne

After my pack fell, my father and I joined the Black Moon Pack. Alpha Victor admired my gift for runes and promised to make me his Luna. I was so full of hope, I didn’t even mind that he was using my gift to shield his entire pack. But he kept delaying our marking ceremony, leaving me to endure the pack’s scorn for my fallen bloodline. On the eve of my father’s death, he even temporarily marked Seraphina, the daughter of another Alpha. He claimed it was to secure an alliance. I cried myself dry in the endless wait, only to hold my father as he died in my arms. Victor, however, continued to use my gift, commissioning runes from me only to give them to Seraphina. The final straw was when Seraphina destroyed my rune sanctum and flaunted the very pendant I’d crafted for my own bonding ceremony. That’s when my heart finally shattered. I no longer cared about being his Luna. I simply walked away. But after I left, Victor’s desperate plea echoed from the Moon Goddess altar. “Come back and be my Luna. Please.”

He is an egomaniac and a self-centered human who only opened up to his dead ex. And she is a young professor of psychology who once had everything she ever dreamed of. She looks like his first love. And he reminds her of her fiancé. They cross paths and are drawn to each other for two different reasons. Firstly, Anna thinks Dylan has a piece to her past while Dylan thinks Anna is his first love. In fixing the misunderstandings between themselves, they begin to see reasons why they were mistaken or not.

Daniel was forsaken by God and force to collect souls for Lucifer. He was one of the best AODs that is until he got assigned Abigial Davidson a former drug addict turned humanitarian, opening up her own non-profit rehab clinic for people addicted to drugs. Daniel is force to "play nice" with his worst enemies for the sake of his love Elizabeth and their son. But in doing so he is also forced to come to terms with a long-forgotten prophecy.

Blood dripped from the edge of Damian Moretti’s knife when he first saw her.Adriana Rossi should have turned away—any sane woman would. Instead, she met his stare across the bloodstained marble floor, her chin tilted like a challenge.Two families. One war. A love carved out of violence.“You shouldn’t be here,” Damian murmured, voice low, dangerous.Adriana’s lips curved. “Neither should you.”

Hening adalah gadis serampangan dan sembrono yang hanya bisa menerima nasib karena perbuatan Ayahnya sebagai preman. Pada akhirnya ia hanya akan mengikuti ke mana takdir akan membawa jalan hidupnya.Genta, pria yang sangat mencintai keluarga terutama Mamanya itu, tidak pernah menyangka akan jatuh cinta kepada gadis preman yang akan membawa kepahitan pada masa lalu keluarganya. Kalau dulu, Genta dengan ikhlas melepaskan cinta pertamanya karena ikatan darah diantara mereka. Namun bagaimana untuk kali ini? Akankah Genta melepaskan lagi cintanya karena sebuah alasan klise yang disebut keluarga? -Saat mata harus dibalas mata, begitupun nyawa harus dibalas dengan nyawa. Dan, bagian terberat ketika aku mencintaimu adalah melepasmu serta kehilangan bagian terbesar dari diriku.--Hidup ini warna warni, tidak mungkin hanya hitam putih saja. Jangan berharap selalu bahagia, jangan juga berpikir kesedihan akan selamanya-

Kaya, the werewolf bounty hunter gets a task to hunt down not just anybody but Atlas the future Alpha of her pack not knowing that he is her soulmate. She refuses him, still in love with Cole, a man whose return she awaits. But that is just the tip of the iceberg of the problems that are yet to come. Kaya is in reality the daughter of a 300-year-old hybrid Elias and a witch, abandoned as a baby and rescued by a werewolf couple. A secret that came out in a rather unexpected way, forcing her to find the truth in a daunting manner. With the help of her friends Thalia, Atlas and Cole, Kaya accidentally sets free hybrids and vampires. The witch Gertrude tries to retrieve the hybrids for her benefit trying to convince people that vampires cant be trusted. resulting in a war that ultimately unites the two parties against witches , defeating the enemy and keeping the supernatural word from the humans.

Dreams, visions, going insane. What does it all mean? As Nikkias world flips upside, she tries desperately to gain her footing. With everything pushing her farther way from her true destiny, she has to learn to fight harder for what she really wants. Will she be able to do it? Or will she give up and let everybody else decide what she wants.

Once branded barren and cast aside, she vanished with her pride in ruins. Years later, she returns—stronger, richer, and with four identical children no one saw coming. Her reappearance shakes the elite world that rejected her, especially the man who once broke her heart. Secrets unravel, old desires reignite, and as the truth about the quadruplets surfaces, one question remains: Will her past destroy her again—or will love give her a second chance?

Five years of marriage, and as the pack's Luna, I've never been to a single big celebration. Every Moonlight Festival, I spent it alone at home. It's simply because my mate told me the pack has a rule: wolves not raised within the pack cannot join pack gatherings. Even Lunas can't. To follow this rule, I endured my wolf spirit's unease and felt lonely for five solid years. Until the eve of another Elder Gathering, I stumbled upon a post from his first love on social media. Through another woman's account, I saw my mate. She posted pictures with my mate. For five years, at every Elder Gathering, they were side-by-side, never apart. That's when I realized, it wasn't that he couldn't make an exception. It was just that the one he'd make an exception for wasn't me.

At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, I noticed something strange. My best friend, Darren Blackburn, who had always been single, had suddenly changed his profile picture to a couple’s photo. "So you’ve been hiding a girlfriend from me?" I joked with a grin. "When are you bringing her around? I should at least meet her and make sure she’s good enough for you." He just smiled and shook his head, brushing it off. "Not yet," he said. "It’s not the right time." Then Deanna Cunningham, my wife’s voice called out from the kitchen, "Babe, come help me tie my apron." I hadn’t even pushed my chair back yet when Darren was already on his feet, jogging over. He stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and tied the apron strings for her. I froze where I stood. Seeing the look on my face, he quickly tried to explain, "I’m just used to helping out at home. My mom’s always bossing me around. It’s basically muscle memory. Don’t read into it." I didn’t argue or make a scene. I kept my expression neutral and carried on with the dinner as if nothing had happened. Only after all the guests had left did I turn to Deanna, who was clearing the table, and say calmly, "Let’s get a divorce." She slammed the dishes down with a loud crash and glared at me. "Seriously? Over something like that? Just because he tied my apron once?"