Anna Shumate Feet

I spent five years as Dominic Santoro’s wife in name only. Five years hidden behind closed doors, buried under his sheets, erased from his world. When he finally agreed to take me back to Chicago—to stand beside him, to be seen—I thought I had won. I bought a new dress. Soft. Elegant. Worthy of a Don’s woman. The night before we left, he looked at me through the mirror and said calmly, “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” I asked why. He adjusted his cufflinks like I was nothing more than background noise. “Juliana Lancaster is back. Tonight is our engagement.” Russian Bratva. Lancaster blood. A marriage alliance. Seeing my silence, he laughed—careless, cruel. “What’s with that look? Didn’t we agree on this when we married? Brotherhood. Loyalty. No love.” Then he turned, eyes sharp and mocking. “Victoria Miller… you didn’t actually fall in love with me, did you?” I stood there, frozen. Because inside the inner pocket of his tailored suit— was my pregnancy report. And the Don of Chicago had no idea the woman he was about to sacrifice was carrying his heir.

"Erlang, aku ... aku akan menikah." Erlang terkejut." Apa?! Dengan siapa?!" Zoya menundukkan kepala. "Pria pilihan orang tuaku. Mereka sudah memutuskan, dan aku... aku tidak bisa menolak." Erlang terdiam sejenak, lalu tersenyum. "Aku mengerti. Aku hanya pemuda biasa yang tidak bisa mengabulkan keinginan orang tuamu." Zoya menatap Erlang dengan mata berkaca-kaca. "Lang, aku..." Erlang segera mengangkat tangan. "Tidak perlu, Zoya. Aku tahu kamu harus melakukan kewajibanmu sebagai seorang anak." Zoya tersenyum sedih. "Aku akan selalu mengingat kamu, Lang. Aku doakan yang terbaik untukmu." "Aku juga, Zoya. Aku akan selalu mendukung kamu meski kita berjauhan." Erlang dan Zoya saling menatap, lalu tersenyum sedih. Keduanya berpikir ini adalah akhir dari hubungan mereka, tapi takdir justru kembali mempersatukan mereka dalam sebuah skandal. Satu tahun kemudian adalah awal dari perjalanan baru bagi Erlang dan Zoya.

Xavier opened his eyes after a while, breathing heavily as he thought of how unfortunate he had become. He felt compelled, even controlled by this little thing in front of him. Her scent, her body, her reactions all drew him into a vortex of desires he despised. "I didn't want a mate," he said in a gruff voice, "and you gave me one, you damned goddess!" He punched another hole into the wall and Violet whimpered fearfully. Xavier turned his attention to her, and his eyes clouded with anger as he bit out, "I should kill you now and make my life less miserable than it already is. The very idea of having you as my mate disgusts me on so many levels." *** The alpha of blood moon pack is as ruthless as they say he is, torturing his enemies till they beg for death, attacking packs and killing their alphas to expand his territory. Xavier, the ruthless alpha, wants no mate. He calls it a curse rather than a blessing from the moon goddess. His whole world was just darkness until he met her... Will Violet become one of fate's cruel victims?Will Xavier let his dark past affect his heart?Will the two accept each other and be together till the end?

Au cours de ma cinquième année d'amour pour Gabriel, il a hérité du titre de Seigneur Vampire de son défunt frère — ainsi que de la veuve de son frère, Chloe, l'ancienne Reine de Sang, et, par le sang et la loi, elle est ma parenté par alliance. Chaque fois qu'il revenait de sa chambre, Gabriel me tenait doucement et chuchotait, « Isabella, Chloe n'est que ma conjointe choisie. Une fois qu'elle aura porté et donné naissance au descendant du Clan des Crocs-de-Flamme, je me lierai à toi par un Lien de Sang. » Il a dit que c'était la seule condition que sa famille avait exigée pour qu'il monte en tant que Seigneur Vampire. Pendant les six mois qui ont suivi notre retour, il a répondu à son appel une centaine de fois. Au début, une fois par mois. Puis une fois par semaine. Et finalement, chaque nuit. La centième nuit où je suis restée éveillée à l'attendre, Chloe a enfin conçu. La nouvelle est arrivée avec une autre annonce— Gabriel et Chloe seraient bientôt liés par le Sang. Mon fils a levé les yeux vers moi, confus et innocent. « Maman... n'ont-ils pas dit que Papa formerait un Lien de Sang avec la Reine de Sang qu'il aime ? Pourquoi n'est-il pas encore venu nous ramener à la maison ? » « Parce que, » ai-je dit doucement, passant ma main dans ses cheveux, « la Reine de Sang qu'il aime n'a jamais été ta mère. » « Mais ce n'est pas grave », ai-je ajouté. « Je te ramènerai chez nous. Notre propre maison. » Ce que Gabriel n'avait jamais compris, c'était que — en tant que fille unique d'un Roi Vampire régnant, je ne m'étais jamais souciée du titre de Reine de Sang du Clan des Crocs-de-Flamme.

My mother never believed me. To her, I was always just a lying pup. In my pack, every cub wore a Moon Oath Collar. Red meant you lied. White meant you told the truth. My sister’s collar always glowed a soft white. Even when she pretended to be sick to get out of an exam, her collar only gave off that gentle white light. Mine was different. Even when I was truly sick, my collar would burst into a violent red, and the punishment current would follow immediately. On my sister’s birthday, Mother prepared a bonfire feast for the whole pack. Just before they left, a splitting pain tore through my head, and I collapsed on the floor, begging her to help me. For one second, she almost picked me up. Then my collar flashed red. “To ruin your sister’s birthday, you’re even pretending to die? What a vicious child.” Then she walked out with my sister and left me alone on the floor. I died alone on the cold floor. But when I opened my eyes again, I was no longer inside my body. My soul drifted after my mother as I whispered the truth she had never believed. “Mom… I wasn’t lying. I really died.” And when they finally found my body, the red collar on my neck was still flashing.

No dia que deveria ser o meu casamento... a noiva não era eu. A cerimônia pela qual esperei durante cinco anos se transformou em uma piada quando Valentina, minha irmã, entrou pelo corredor de mármore usando um vestido de noiva branco. Seu braço estava entrelaçado ao de Luca, o homem que deveria estar me esperando no altar. — Sinto muito, Bianca. — Disse ela suavemente. — Mas hoje você não é mais a noiva. Então ela tocou a própria barriga, os olhos brilhando de triunfo. — Estou grávida do filho de Don Romano. Suas palavras explodiram dentro da minha cabeça, e o mundo inteiro mergulhou no silêncio. Como se temesse que eu não acreditasse, ela ergueu algo brilhante em direção à luz. Uma imagem de ultrassom em preto e branco. Nela, lia-se claramente: Idade gestacional — 12 semanas. Meus olhos arderam, as lágrimas queimando enquanto me virei para Luca, procurando desesperadamente qualquer coisa, uma negação, uma explicação, arrependimento. Em vez disso, ele apenas suspirou, cansado e resignado. — Bianca, me desculpa... — Disse ele, impotente. — Valentina não tem muito tempo de vida. Este casamento… era o último desejo dela. — Eu vou compensar você. — Acrescentou. — Podemos ter outro casamento depois. Meu pai, Moretti, estava atrás dele, usando a mesma expressão severa que carregou durante toda a minha vida. Nunca o vi sorrir para mim, nem uma única vez. — Bianca!! — Disse ele, ríspido. — Sua irmã está morrendo. Deixe que ela fique com isso. Meu irmão assentiu em silêncio, como se isso fosse uma resposta suficientemente sólida. Durante toda a minha vida, eles sempre a escolheram, as lágrimas dela, seus caprichos, suas necessidades, acima das minhas. Hoje não foi diferente. Algo dentro de mim se quebrou silenciosamente. Tudo bem. Se ninguém nesta família se importa comigo, eu vou embora.

Trisha Redfern is a Vampire Lawyer who works in the court of King Damien Vandolff in a post apocalyptic New York. One of Damien's most trusted inner circle members and most talented lawyers, Trisha suddenly becomes the target for all Aristocratic Vampires when she chooses to fight against one Noble Vampire, Vandal Rudolf, when he tortures a human child. Several obstacles are led in her way as Damien himself comes after her to teach her a lesson. But Trisha is determined to stand by her decision even if it costs her, her life, for she cannot abandon a heart that was once human. When all hope seems lost, unexpected help comes in the form of Lucas Donovan, the Supreme Werewolf Alpha. But everything isn't always what it seems. Why does Lucas suddenly want to help his arch enemy? Why is Vandal so determined to get the child back at all costs? And most importantly, what's so special about that child that Trisha is willing to face the wrath of her entire race in order to protect him?

The story about a young bright girl whose life got destroyed because of her father's believe. Alexa is lost and faded, shattered and broken as she writes about her dark past on her death bed just after she finally finds true love and wishes to live instead.

Sherly merasa bersalah karena menghabiskan satu malam panas dengan seorang pria beristri. Pagi harinya, dia memutuskan pergi dan meninggalkan pria yang mungkin telah menyukainya sejak awal pertemuan. Namun, kenyataan pahit menghantam kehidupan Sherly tatkala mengetahui dirinya hamil dan keluarganya memaksa untuk membuang darah dagingnya sendiri. Lima tahun berlalu, Sherly mencari anaknya yang ternyata telah diadopsi oleh keluarga Rosell. Lolita yang menggantikan peran Sherly sebagai ibu dari Aarav ternyata adalah istri dari Hansel, pria yang pernah tidur dengan Sherly lima tahun yang lalu. Setelah mengetahui kebenaran itu, Hansel berniat memiliki Sherly seutuhnya, karena sejujurnya hubungannya dengan sang istri bukan berlandaskan cinta. "Aku menyukaimu dari awal pertemuan, dan kamu juga telah melahirkan anakku, maka kamu harus menjadi milikku, hanya milikku," tekad kuat Hansel untuk memiliki Sherly.

Four years ago, a 13 year old blackmailed me into friendship by holding my doughnut captive. We've been close ever since. But then, I noticed that I wanted to be more than just friends. I was in love with my best friend. Sadly, he didn't feel the same way. I thought my world was over. I was crushed. But to my utmost yet most delighted surprise, I just happened to fall into the arms of a certain bad-boy. Literally. He didn't just save me from what could've been a hell of a concussion that night. He saved my heart too. But hey, let's not get in over our heads now. It wasn't that easy. Not even close. After all, when two opposing worlds clash for the very first time, we cant just expect it to be all rainbows and sunshine. Now do we?