Ao Haru Ride Second Season Novels & Stories

Two winter seasons. That is exactly how long my wolf has been bound to the most dominant, manipulative alpha male in the Raven Hollow Pack Settlement. Kenny Liu knows exactly how to handle my body. He knows the precise way to reel my inner wolf back in with heavy fur blankets, strong fire-whiskey, and a primal, explicit touch under the stars that leaves me completely breathless. But the second the winter sun rises over the pack lands, the alpha mind games start right back up. My best friend Thorne Matthews warns me that alphas only lie when they are trying to keep their partners compliant. I want to believe our sacred bond is real, but Kenny keeps ghosting our connection, disappearing into the Shadowfang Wilds to run the dangerous rogue pack trade network. He tells me to stay out of alpha business. He says his wolf has too much on his plate dealing with the grand assembly elders. But my wolf is completely tired of being left in the dark while he plays with my raw emotions. In a world where pack resources mean survival and power dictates who commands the territory, can a young wolf survive the toxic, possessive grip of a street-hardened alpha? Or will the secrets hidden within the Stevens Alpha Dominion tear our bond apart for good?

He needed my bone marrow to live. I gave it to him, and lost my heart in the process. Now my ex is out there living his best life- a baby on the way, fame on the track, and a new woman in his arms... while I can’t even cry without my heart aching. Then his brother showed up. Elias Carter, the cruel, sinfully dangerous biker who shouldn’t even know my name. But he knows more than that. He knows what I am. A wolf. Just like him. He doesn’t want love. He wants to claim me, use me, break me. I swore I’d never let him. But somehow… I ended up wearing his ring. Now I’m trapped in a marriage built on secrets, lies, and a desire that burns too deep to deny. And the cruelest part? The more I try to hate him, the more my heart forgets how.

When the Moon Goddess marks two souls for the second time, neither expects destiny to lead them back to love. After a brutal attack on her mating day took away her mate, Jasmine never thought she would be happy ever again. Death during childbirth snatched Alpha Maverick's mate from his arms. Maverick vowed never to choose another woman to be his luna and forever stay alone. But when the Moon calls again, their wolves stir… and the impossible happens. They are each other's second chance mates. Torn between fear and longing, duty and desire, they must learn to trust the bond that once destroyed them both. Because the Moon rarely makes the same mistake twice… and this time, love might just be their destiny. Werewolf romance Second chance Contemporary romance Alpha Dominant Grumpy Sunshine Mates Moon goddess Hate to love

My husband was the leader of the rescue team. As I was trapped in a cave and surrounded by a pack of wolves, I desperately called him over and over. Yet, he hung up on me every single time. When the fire nearly burnt out and the wolves got closer, he finally called me and angrily accused me, "Can you stop wasting public resources? I'm the rescue team leader first, and then your husband." In the background, I heard a soft, feminine voice saying, "Howard, my arm has a cut. Can you take me to the hospital?" I was familiar with that voice. It was my husband's first love. Ever since her husband died, she clung to him. And my husband... He didn't just tolerate it; rather, he seemed to enjoy it. A wave of despair washed over me as I ended the call. My hands were trembling, and I tried to call the police, but before I could, the leader of the wolves pounced on me. I fell hard to the ground, and the rest of the pack, sensing the signal, ran toward me at an extraordinary speed. I didn't stand a chance to fight back, and in mere moments, I was ripped into pieces. Before my consciousness slipped away, I struggled to glance down at my lower abdomen one last time, and my lips quivered. "My baby, I'm sorry I failed you…"

On my 50th wedding anniversary, I took my worn, crumbling marriage certificate to City Hall to renew it. The clerk glanced at it—and froze. “This certificate is fake. Our records show you’ve never been married.” I stared. “Impossible. I’ve been married to Damien Slater for fifty years.” The clerk pulled up his file. “Well…Yes, Mr. Slater is married—but his wife’s name is Vanessa Grant.” Vanessa. His widowed sister-in-law. A military doctor who’d spent decades living among the troops. My hands shook as I returned home and confronted Damien. He didn’t even try to deny it. “I’ve treated you well all these years. Isn’t that enough? Vanessa is my true love. I only ever wanted her—our children, our life.” My son counseled me and said, “To spare your feelings, my parents kept it a secret their whole lives. You’re getting old now. What more do you want?” Only then did I learn the truth. The child I had raised with my own hands was never mine by blood. Decades ago, Vanessa and I gave birth on the same day. To ensure her child would grow up with intellect, privilege, and a future that I could provide, Damien switched our children. My own son? Damien drowned him in the pond the moment he drew breath. And I—fool that I was—raised Vanessa’s boy as my own. I even got him all the way to Claremont University. The truth broke me, and I collapsed. When I opened my eyes again—I was back. Back to the day I went into labor.

During the May Day holiday, my roommates decided it would be funny to act like rich girls and got into character the second we got in an Uber. I knew better than to show off in front of strangers, so I tried to smooth things over, telling the driver, Andrew Houstead, that they were just joking. The moment my roommates' act fell apart, they flushed red with embarrassment and got out of the car. I didn't get the chance to follow. Andrew locked the doors and grabbed me. "Since you helped them out, you can pay the price for them," he said, smiling in a way that made my stomach drop. What followed was something I barely survived. I made it back to the city by sheer luck and went straight to the police. During the investigation, my roommates turned on me without hesitation. "She jumped into the front seat the second we got in. What do you think she was after?" "Exactly! And after we got out, she stayed behind. Obviously, she wanted something exciting with the driver." Their words didn't stay in that room. Andrew's wife heard them. She dragged me by the hair, screaming that I was a homewrecker, then put all my personal information online. Strangers I had never met piled on, calling me shameless, saying I got what I deserved. Andrew took it further. He sent my nude photos to my mother. She couldn't handle it. She had a heart attack and died on the spot. Not long after, I followed. In the end, my roommates used my death to secure guaranteed admission to graduate school, smiling like they had won. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that Uber, right at the moment they started playing rich.

"Dude, let me see whose is bigger. Yours or my boyfriend's." On a truck along the Sicherian-Timbre Highway, a couple hitched a ride from me. The lady, Jean Shelley, was dressed provocatively. I couldn't help getting aroused, pitching a tent. Unexpectedly, Jean was very open-minded. She actually wanted to use her hand to measure how big I was. What made my blood race even more was that her boyfriend, Ray Brook, wanted her to use her body to pay for the ride.

He bought her with blood money. She came with secrets that could start a war. JAX "REAPER" is the kind of man mothers warn their daughters about.President of the ruthless Blackfangs MC, he rules the streets with iron fists and brutal retribution. His bike is his freedom. His daughter is his soul. And love? That died the day he buried his wife.So when a desperate gambler offers him a woman as collateral for a debt, Jax doesn’t want complications.But then he sees her . SARAH LANGSTON is silence wrapped in bruises. A ghost in her own skin. She doesn’t flinch—she freezes. Doesn’t beg—just obeys . But her eyes tell a story too broken to speak.Jax takes the deal.What starts as a cold transaction becomes something neither of them expects. She’s not just a shattered woman—she’s a survivor of something darker than Jax imagined. And the closer he gets to uncovering the truth, the more dangerous it becomes.Because Sarah isn’t just running from her past. She’s the reason his enemies have come back with a vengeance. When his eight-year-old daughter is kidnapped , Jax will burn the world to find her.And if the Vultures think they can use Sarah as leverage?They’re about to learn why Reaper earned his name. 💣 WARNINGThis is not a love story. This is a war between trauma and tenderness. Between dominance and devotion. Between a biker king and the broken girl who just might bring him to his knees.If you crave dark romance with brutal MC drama, damaged heroines, savage heroes, and heart-wrenching twists— Reaper's Ride will be your next obsession.

As the top phone service sales representative, I unexpectedly received a malicious complaint. I expect to be given a fair resolution, but nothing of the sort happens. The director calls off my imminent promotion and has an intern take my place. I'm indignant and want to resign, but I accidentally overhear the intern acting coquettishly toward the director. "Daddy…" The director is the general manager's husband, though. Everyone in the company knows they're DINKs. Where would he have gotten a daughter from? I chuckle and shred my resignation letter. Behold my wrath and revenge!

Everyone who has pain does not show it. Someone may hide it behind a beautiful smile, whereas someone may hide it behind the mask of ruthlessness. I'm a happy soul in front of world, But wounds in my heart are quite too old, I'm searching for peace and all above, I'm passing through the paths, in search of love ~ Ivana Ivana Williams, a simple and hardworking girl had a dream; dream of being loved and cared. After losing parents at a young age and being sent to an orphanage, she never got what she dreamt of. I'm heartless as people say but do they know me? Just as much I want to show them is only what they see, I've learnt my lesson and that's enough for me, Love is the only thing that I don't want to feel ~ Justin Justin Merchant, a cold hearted CEO who doesn't believe upon woman and would choose trusting upon a snake rather than woman after what he went through. She's supposed to be a kind and smiley girl for the world and he's the coldest one. But what's their real identity behind the mask? What will happen when their path will cross? Will Ivana get what she dreamt of? Would Justin be able to trust her? This is my first book on the app Do drop your reviews and opinions