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Being orphaned in teenage, Noor is tied down in a sacred bond to her cousin Arman Mustafa Malik, a Mafia Leader. Arman finds his wife alluring but leaves his house just to keep his sanity intact, because at the end of the day she was still a little girl. Coming back after two years, he promises her hell, and returns back again to the states for his business. But this time when he comes back, he makes sure she knows her place, that is right under him, on his bed. --- Noor Haider Malik loathes Arman Mustafa Malik from the core of her heart for making her life a living hell, but on the other hand, Arman love's her in his own sadistic way. It was indeed only his love that was forever never-ending. _________________________

Aurora, a strong-willed and compassionate princess, is next in line to inherit the throne of the mystical kingdom of Eldrador. However, her parents' sudden passing leaves her with a daunting task: choosing a suitable partner to rule alongside her. According to ancient tradition, the queen must select a group of four noble suitors each representing a different element (earth, water, spirit and the sword which slays), to form a sacred bond and ensure the kingdom's prosperity. Aurora is torn between her duty and her desire for true love. As she navigates the complexities of court politics and magic she finds herself drawn to each of the four suitors, each with their unique personalities and abilities. But she has a childhood crush that she cannot move on from, a shadow walker and highly ranked ninja, Kael StarSeekera who would appear later to defy all that she knows and believes.

I quickly rushed ahead and saw her lying near the edge where the huge cut tree had fallen a few days ago. Half of her body was resting in water while the other half was resting on the side of the tree. "No," I whispered as I ran ahead, instantly jumping into the river and grabbing her body, pulling it into my arms. I was sniffling and trying to hold back my tears while I swam back to land. Once she was placed on the ground, I looked at her helplessly, tears running down my cheeks. My body was trembling, and my wolf was whimpering loudly. I felt nauseous, and my head was throbbing badly. "She's fine," I said to myself in a cracked voice as I raised my hand and placed it on her chest. "Alpha!" Harvey called when he reached where I was. I looked at him with blurry vision, then back at my mate. "Why?" I whispered in a cracked voice. "Why can't I feel her heartbeat, Harvey?" I asked with a heavy heart, then moved my hand to my chest as I felt like I was suffocating.

Marriage, to me, was a sacred vow - not a business proposition. Yet, that's exactly what Hayes Caldwell, the enigmatic billionaire, offered: $200,000 to wear his ring. Just 24 hours prior, my world crashed down. Fired from my job after pouring years into a project, I sought solace in the bottom of a bottle. That's when our paths crossed, and the night blurred into reckless passion. But morning brought a harsh reality: our intimate encounter had gone viral. Hayes's solution? A contract marriage to salvage our reputations. I hesitated, but desperation won out. Agreeing to his terms, I sealed my fate. Little did I know, the line between pretense and reality would soon blur, threatening to consume us both. Hop into this ride with me… let’s see how the story unfolds.

I hid behind a thick tree trunk and watched silently as a grizzly bear attacked my husband. In my previous life, I was a guide. I led my husband—an environmental photographer—and his female colleague into a nature reserve to film wildlife. While scouting the route, I discovered a nursing grizzly bear and immediately warned them not to take any photos and to retreat slowly. To my shock, they intentionally bumped into me, causing my right leg to be cut and bleed. The scent of blood enraged the bear, and it charged straight at me, sinking its massive jaws into my abdomen. After the bear left, my husband calmly stripped me of all my equipment. Then, wrapping his arms around his female colleague, he kissed her. He turned to me with a sinister smile creeping across his face. "Kate," he said, "I'll be honest. I never loved you. You're dying. Now, all your assets will be mine." I bled out and died. When I opened my eyes again, it was the morning of the day we entered the mountains.

Emma, a healer from the Sacred Flame Healer Tribe was on a mission to find out what happened to her cousin who was declared missing by the royal family. The heir to the throne of Phantom Ridge Pack, suffers from a crippling disease. Emma was summoned to cure the dying heir and was fetched by the good-looking Alpha Jett who made her heart flutter. Enamored by her extraordinary beauty, Alpha Jett's goal is to make Emma fall in love with him. When Emma gets entangled in a love triangle between two Alpha Brothers, things are not looking good for her. And the more she investigates deeper into her cousin's disappearance, secrets begin to unravel. Can Emma abandon her investigation for the sake of love? Or will she ignore love completely and carry on with her mission to find out what truly happened to her cousin on the night she disappeared?

On the twelfth anniversary of our mating ceremony, my Alpha mate gave me a ten-million-dollar Moonlight herb. Fresh from the healing clinic after my miscarriage, I calmly dialed his number to request the severing of our mate bond. On the other end of the line, his secretary—also his childhood sweetheart—apologized through tears: "Sage, Moonlight herb is a sacred healing herb for most werewolves. I didn't know your mother died from Moonlight herb poisoning. I didn't know you despised it most. It's all my fault for making the decision myself. Please don't be angry with the Alpha." Marcus spent a long time gently comforting her, only saying to me: "If you want to sever it, then sever it. Don't regret it later." But when I really cut off the mate bond, the powerful Alpha went crazy.

When the news of my death on the battlefield, pinned to the pack's watchtower by silver arrows, reached my pack, my Alpha mate, Killian, simply laughed. He thought I was just jealous he was going to claim the Rogue, that I was faking my own death just to get his attention. "I was just trying to bring Valerie into the pack, and this is how she threatens me? With her own death?" "I left her with my most elite warriors. How could she possibly be dead!" "Tell her to get back here. I will claim Valerie, but after that, the title of Luna is still hers." Seven days later, he appeared before my family's home, carrying the ceremonial Luna circlet. He saw me in my white ceremonial dress, resting quietly beneath the white birch tree in the garden, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "I knew it. You were just giving me the silent treatment again." But in the next second, a pack elder's voice thundered: "Prepare the funeral pyre. Let us pay our final respects to our fallen warrior, Sloane!"

⚠️⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️ This series is NOT for the faint of heart or the easily offended. Inside these pages you’ll find cops riding criminals in the interrogation room, priests bending nuns over sacred altars, CEOs spanking interns with platinum cards, mafia kings breeding undercover agents on stacks of blood money, professors grading with their tongues, therapists hypnotizing patients straight onto their cocks, and one very wicked boss lady who keeps her boy collared under the boardroom table. Expect: rough breeding, knife-to-throat sex, sacrilege, public claiming, age gaps, cheating, dub-con that melts into desperate consent, spanking, pegging, blasphemy, gun play, and possessive alphaholes (and alphabitches) who don’t ask… they take. If you blush at “yes, sir,” close this book right now. If the thought of getting caught mid-orgasm makes you wet… keep reading, baby. One-click if you dare. Your panties not included.

The adopted younger sister claimed to be suffering from depression. To make her feel better, my parents hung me on the cliff, as if I were a kite. Servant reminded my parents that the little tree to which I was hung was fragile, leaving me in danger. My mom, Luna of the pack, replied scoffingly: "She makes Laurel sleep panic. She deserves to be treated like this. If she dies, it's her fate." My older brother, Zayn, joked by her side, saying: "It's a good chance to record how long werewolves live when they do not conduct feeding activities. We can contribute a lot to the Werewolf Council with this precious data." Even my mate, Greyson, showed an attitude of stoniness, uttering: "She is a vicious she-wolf. If she were not educated well enough before her transformation ritual, she would cause greater trouble to others." They left me alone on the cliff after saying these words. Three days later, it finally crossed their minds that I was still hanging. When they finally arrived at the cliff, they found nothing but emptiness—because I had already died long before. And when they realized the truth, they howled in agony, begging for me to come back to life. But I was long gone.