Authors Barely Disguised

I was dumped because of my weight. My stepmother tried to comfort me, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. A little extra weight is good." I watched as my graceful sister took my place and married my fiancé. Meanwhile, I was sent abroad to be "fattened up like a pig." I barely escaped with my life and endured unimaginable hardships. Now, those who hurt me should, at the very least, face justice for their actions.

"For a moment his eyes locked onto me with an intensity that left me breathless." ●●● "Oh my goodness. Sir, are you okay?" I check his pulse. Thank God the pulse is there but barely there. I look around his body for any injury and almost in a second find the bullet wound near his kidney. "...My god." Shit, there is no service in this stormy weather. I look at his almost lifeless body and the next I know I am driving him to my house. ●●● Victoria Forbes. A young doctor. Still healing from the past. She is kind, caring, loving but most of all lonely and broken. Christian Amore Vasquez. The Italian alluring, beckoning, bewitching, captivating, Mafia leader. He's not the typical, ruthless Mafia leader. He actually has a heart of gold and is ready to die for who he loves. He stumbles into Victoria's life. There is an obvious connection between the two that cannot be easily ignored. With Victoria thrown into Christian's life without even knowing uncovers a lot of secrets and brings back all the demons from the past. They both learn so much, together. "Love isn't baggage or a blame." "It's a risk, but worth taking."

"This birthday has been absolutely amazing" he said wrapping his arms around my waist and putting his chin just above my right shoulder. "Bub, we barely just started" I chuckled. "Yeah but just looking at this beautiful view with you is more than enough to make me happy" he stated. I smiled then turned around so I'm facing him. I pulled down our mask since there weren't anyone else around. I gave him a kiss on the lips. "You realize how much I love you, right?" I said. He smiled. "How much do you love me?" he asked cheekily. "If I'm being honest, I love you more than love itself" I started making him smile wide. "I love you more than how much I love the scent of vanilla" I said. "I love you more than how much I love the moon and the stars" I continued. "I love you more than how much I love listening to music" I added. "Lastly, I love you more than I can ever love myself" I confessed. He looked at me lovingly. "Brielle" he said softly. "Yes?" I replied. "Will you marry me?" he asked. My heart skipped a beat. "Yes" I said. _ Gabrielle Margareth Rivero is a multi-talented woman. She travels thousands of kilometers away from home to work and achieve her dreams. What she thought was going to be a simple, laid-back and independent life in another country becomes one full with modelling, acting and guesting offers after her name ends up on the news. But then , her plan to stay single for who knows how long ends up in the gutter when she suddenly meets the guy of her dreams; Theodore King, a superstar and billionaire with the visual and charisma of a God and a heart of an angel.

When Melanie gets kidnapped as a child and thrown into a camp with other girls of her age, she undergoes trainings to become an assassin. And a sex slave. But what she never expected was to meet this strange man that she never in a million visions thought she'd ever meet. Nicolas Silverado is a powerful, influential and feared billionaire who shakes up the city whenever he wants. Rising from a family that owns seventy percent of the world's most successful businesses, Nicolas barely needs to snap a finger before everything and everyone comes succumbing to his feet. He was the man you would walk past on the street and stop to take a second glance. It was a time when werewolves lived in the cities and worked amongst humans in their human forms too, owned countless businesses and ruled their own empires. And the Nikolas were known for their wealth and 70% the money that ran around the money chain. But what happens when Nikolas, haven had everyone bend to his feet, meets a woman who doesn't see or worship him the way the rest of the world does?

“When can I see you again?” She pried, summoning her last drop of courage. “Next time” He replied, biting his lower lips to prevent himself from blushing. “When is the next time?” She continued. He grinned, but remained mum. Six years later, she still could never forget the image of his endearing figure standing before her when she was barely twelve years old, with his handsome face that shone brightly like the fierce sun. Eighteen year old Ariadne, got admission into Leyland university in a different city to pursue a life of her dreams; to get closer to Denver, as close as possible. She just wanted to present herself and make him see her in a new light; an adult as against the little girl in his memory. All she ever wanted is to gently walk into his heart and occupy it. Can such a simple wish come so easy?

Buried deep in the Aster estate was the Heartwood—ancient, sacred, mine. Told my husband, Julian Aster—back when he actually listened—that if it ever fell, I'd die with it. At first, he freaked out. Flew in glacier water, hired a whole squad of plant experts to nurture it 24/7. Then one day, just because his childhood friend—Isabella Duvall—got a scratch from the bark, Julian had the Heartwood ripped out. The second it crashed, I choked on glowing blood—ichor. My power? Gone. Barely standing, I grabbed his arm. "You knew. If the Heartwood dies, I—" He laughed. Straight-up mocked me. "Sera, come on. That fairy tale? Only Grandma still believes that crap. Is that mayo on your mouth? Relax—it's a tree. I'll buy you a forest if you want." Overnight, my hair turned gray. Skin cracked. Eyes dulled. Still, I dragged myself to his grandmother, Henrietta. "I kept your family safe for two hundred years. That's why the Asters thrived. But the Heartwood's gone. Debt's paid. One day left. Whatever happens next? Not my problem."

Iori is a famous mystery writer with a dark past that still haunts her. One day, she's forced to co-write a book with the most famous romance writer Jun by their publisher, who also forces them to live together and pretend to be in a relationship for the sake of advertisement. Unable to refuse because of the huge favor their publisher owes them, those two who barely stand each other's presence are now trying to coexist and finish the book while dealing with their twisted pasts who were always ready to resurface...

In the third year of my engagement to Jack, he found himself a pureblooded, sharp-fanged huntress up in the Northern Territory. The night before my birthday, he brought her to me—just to call off the bond. He looked at me, cold and distant. “Bethel and I both live for the thrill of the night hunt. You're just a greenhouse wolf—soft and sheltered. You’ll never get what makes it all so addictive.” I asked, holding back the hurt, “Did it really have to be today?” He chuckled, “Did breaking a bond require a date on the calendar?” I nodded without arguing. But the next month, we ended up in the same Blood Moon Trial up north. What he didn’t know was—I tasted the rush of the hunt, the heat of blood, and got the champion long before he even came of age. Later, on his birthday, I sealed a life bond with another powerful wolf. He looked at me, red-eyed and hoarse, voice barely his, “Did it have to be today?” I smiled back, “Life bonds need good omens. The moon’s just right tonight.”

Aria Crescent De Andrade is a teenage girl, whose life is next to perfect, until the woman whom she inferred to be her maternal aunt, revealed the shocking news of how they became family. Aria was shaken to the core and swore to exact revenge on her perpetrators. Henna De Andrade, Arias's guardian, had no idea who Aria was or where she was from. She took her in, only because she felt a connection to her the day she found her barely breathing, floating on a log in the river. The only distinctive feature about Aria was the crescent moon birthmark on her shoulder blade. Hence, Henna decided to put Crescent as Arias's middle name. Neither Henna nor Aria knew that Aria was a werewolf until they moved thousands of miles away to the West. For Aria, bit was the best opportunity to protect Henna from her revenge plan. What they both did not expect is to be mated to werewolves and get sucked into the world of supernatural beings. As aria had finally regained her memory, she knew who she was, but had no idea why her father would hurt her so badly and leave her to break to ever heal. As she discovers her powers, Arias's wolf is bloodthirsty and does not stop until all those who hurt her are brought to book. But meeting her mate and his family plays a great role in helping ease and heal her battered soul.

My company had arranged a wilderness survival retreat deep in the heart of Moonshadow Forest—a place where even seasoned wolves tread cautiously. That night, a sudden downpour ripped through the campsite, drenching the earth and filling the air with the thick scent of damp moss and shifting soil. I woke abruptly, the cold seeping into my bones. Instinctively, I reached out to the space beside me, seeking the warmth of my mate. Empty. A sharp pang of unease clawed at my chest. My wolf, dulled by the suppressant herbs I had taken to blend into human society, stirred restlessly. Fumbling in the darkness, I grabbed my phone and dialed Nigel. The line barely had time to connect before he emerged from the undergrowth—disheveled, breathless. His grip was iron-tight as he seized my wrist, pulling me downhill. His scent was sharp with adrenaline, but beneath it—something foreign, something wrong. We ran, my boots sinking into the mud. My keen vision caught glimpses of his rumpled clothing, the way his collar was misaligned—and the faint imprint of lips on his jaw. My pulse pounded in my ears. Betrayal. I wrenched my arm from his grasp, my claws itching to unsheathe despite the human form I forced myself to maintain. "Where were you?" My voice came out low, edged with the danger of a wolf barely leashed. The suppressants in my bloodstream faltered under the weight of my fury. The storm had driven everyone into their tents, leaving the clearing eerily silent as we reached the base of the mountain. But she was there. A woman stood beneath the flickering glow of the emergency lanterns, her hair tousled, her fingers gripping Nigel’s jacket as if it belonged to her. I knew her. The new intern. Her face held an unsettling resemblance to mine, as if the Moon Goddess herself had carved her from the shadows of my reflection. The realization struck like a silver dagger to my chest. Even the mate who had once sworn to fight the world for me had given in to betr