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Rhazian is the first, and quite possibly the last, of his kind. On the run from the supernatural world following the war caused by the hybrid Dietrick, the last thing he's looking for is another Mate. Jaded and closed off from love, he meets the stubborn witch, Taylor, sent directly from the night goddess herself. Can Taylor overcome his heartbreak from millennia of lost mates, or will her secret origins drive him further from his humanity?

Crystal Snowheart is the Luna of the famed Snowheart Pack of Werewolves. Known to have directly descended from the Moon Goddess, the pack was known for their unique healing qualities and the only werewolves able to change their scent, almost making them invincible in a battle. She was born to unify all the packs and bring about a peaceful reign. But before she could inherit her place, her pack is killed by betrayal, leaving the Luna with no pack. Ace Hunter is the most feared Alpha. Having killed his own father as a young teenager, he became the Alpha of the ferocious Moonhunter Pack even before his wolf appeared. And now, ten years later, there is no one who can stand up to this wolf without quivering in their boots. But, he is the only one who can help Crystal get the revenge she thirsts for. So, will she be able to meet his many demands? And what will he do when he meets Crystal's wolf Erin who is an entity of her and sure to drive him crazy? Abstract: "You want my protection?" Crystal raised her chin, refusing to back down, " I want your co operation!" Ace smiled at the stubborn tilt of her chin and leaned back in his chair. "And what do I get in return?" "What do you want?" Crystal questioned archly. Ace chuckled at the haughty attitude, wondering if she would keep this up when he stated his conditions... Walking forward, he leaned down as she stared into his eyes and spoke, " I want you...my mate." Before she could accept or reject his demand, Ace closed the distance between them and took her lips in a kiss that almost scorched them both...

Amanda's world fell apart with just one inquiry during the silence of betrayal. "Did you receive the letter that came in this morning at your office?" Dickson's charge seemed weighty and unassailable as it lingered in the air. A storm that threatened to drown the promises of a lifetime had arrived in the form of the terrible divorce letter. Amanda's heart stumbled beneath the weight of broken vows as Dickson's icy words reverberated. She begged, her voice sour, "You promised me..." Unshed tears clouded her vision, and disappointment loomed over her, threatening to crush her. Dickson, however, remained unaffected and branded their union a sham. Amanda's fate had been decided by Amelia's reappearance. Amanda began to doubt the genuineness of the years she had spent in a loveless marriage once the discovery came upon her like a cold wave. "You're getting a divorce because she came back? Are we nothing more than a joke to you?" His reply was more incisive and exposed a fact Amanda hadn't dared to confront. She served as a pawn or stand-in in a game of family dynasty. "You were not the spouse I desired... I won't make the same error now that she's back." Dickson's scathing remarks highlighted the hollowness of their relationship as well as the wounds caused by unmet expectations. When Amanda experienced heartbreak, she was given a stern choice: sign the paperwork or go with a price tag on her value. Amanda was left to sift through the ruins of a marriage that was founded on dishonesty and unspoken wishes because Dickson's mastery of cruel words had reached its zenith. As Amanda debated whether to let go or fight for the love she thought was once genuine, the sour taste of betrayal persisted.

What Elena Lockser wanted was to secure a job in Aiden Inc, which was her dream company and nothing else. She encountered Aiden Crooks, the CEO, also, the man she had been running from all her life, as her interviewer. Aiden Crooks, aside from being the CEO of Aiden Inc, he was an Alpha werewolf, and a single father. He never believed in a second chance mate until he met Elena in his office. Will they get the true love they deserve when obstacles arise to drive them apart?

In my previous life, my husband's female coworker had asked him to drive her to and from work. I wasn't happy about that, but my husband dismissed my concerns, saying, "We live in the same neighborhood, so it's not like I'm going out of my way. Don't be so selfish." Six months later, she became pregnant and tragically miscarried in our car. The doctor was baffled, saying, "How could she have intercourse in the early stages of pregnancy?" Intercourse? I was confused, as her husband was overseas on a business trip. Before I could fully process the situation, both my husband and his female coworker pointed their fingers at me and claimed that I was the driver during the incident. Because of that, when her husband rushed back from abroad, he stabbed me over twenty times in a fit of rage. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day before he first gave her a ride.

It was about time because my dad got a new girlfriend and said he wanted us to have a meal together to introduce the new woman into our lives. On the day we met, my college roommate saw my chat background, which had a photo of me and my dad, along with a series of transfer records. She lost her mind. She enlisted the support of our other roommates, who rarely paid me any attention and began to attack me, insisting that I was a side chick who deserved to die. I did not expect that my roommate would soon become my stepmom. Before I could explain, she accused me of trying to seduce my dad behind her back, shouting, "Shameless side chick! Going behind my back to seduce my boyfriend! All those times you said you were out studying?! Who knows if you were just meeting up with him?" I was once physically assaulted, stripped of my dignity, and forced to the restaurant for a public confrontation wearing ragged clothes. Then my dad came running to where I was hardly breathing and barely moving on the floor, bruised to the extreme. “Sweetheart, who did this to you?!”

My brother-in-law started making a fuss about wanting to spend Christmas vacation at the beach, so I decided we'd make it a family trip. When my husband's adoptive sister got wind of it, she insisted on tagging along with her kid. Without a second thought, my husband went ahead and booked plane tickets for everyone—except me. He expected me to drive there with all the luggage. I thought at least someone in the family would speak up for me, but no, they all sided with him. Fine. If that's how they want it, then we'll go our separate ways—what's theirs is theirs, and what's mine is mine. But the moment I took that stance, the whole family suddenly started panicking…

"Where is he?" He asked as he titled his head and glared down at me. His scar on the eye made him look even more horrifying. I wonder how many scars he has on that face of his which he hides. I was terrified but I tried my best to stay calm and composed because his mere presence makes me want to run away and hide somewhere where he can never find me but I fail to hide and not only I risked my life but his too. "He...is not w-with me." I said and he raised his right eyebrow where the scar stood proudly. "Really, hazelnut?" He asked as he caressed my cheek with his pointed knife, knocking my soul out for a fraction of a second. *** Sebastian Martinez a 27 years old, cold, stern and brooding leader of a gang named 'the scars'. He hides his face from the world but his eyes are enough to send people down hill. The scar on his eye defines his ruthless acts. Not a killer but enough to traumatize you. But is he only a gangster or something far more dangerous than that? Aurora James is a girl who stays in her own life as a writer but also has a small boutique. Her life is normal and she has lots of dreams to achieve but her past keeps haunting her down. What will happen when fate will bond these two in the most unexpected way?

"I was born on 15th of July, in my country, it was the Ghost Day, whoever was born on that day meant bad luck, a ghost turned into human. But I never thought my birthday could be the reason that brought me to my future husband. Christiano Lockwood, he had been in a vegetative state for years, his family had been searching for a virgin who was born on 15th of July to marry him, as they believed it was his only chance to wake up from the coma. I thought they wanted me to drive away the ghosts haunting him. But no. They believed only a virgin-born on the 15th of July held certain mystical magic that could save him with sex. But after marriage, the miracle happened, and a bigger secret of that family was exposed..."

They say nuns are off-limits. I call that a challenge. They say obsession is a sin. I stopped counting sins when blood became my business. She says I’m a sinner. She’s not wrong. But when I have her whispering confessions against my skin that would make Lucifer himself blush, what does that make her? A firecracker wrapped in a habit. All rosaries and rebellion, thinking she can drive me away with Scripture and that ice-cold stare. Amusing. Her holy water won't wash away what I do to those round tits. She's not a bride of Christ yet. And the harder she prays for salvation, the more determined I am to show her what real worship feels like. They say God answers all prayers. But in my city, prayers come to me first. Her vows or my empire. Heaven or my hell. The choice was never really hers to make. God may forgive me, but she won’t.