Black Royal Family

I was the heir to a wealthy family, yet my biological parents were drowning in debt and living on the streets. Out of pity for them, I decided to give up my status as a young heir and care for my family. To help them live better lives, I worked three jobs, working myself to the bone. But one day, I discovered the truth. Their so-called "bankruptcy" was a lie. They had been living a life of luxury all along. To make matters worse, my fiancée had already gotten involved with my younger brother. I was heartbroken and devastated. I decided to return to my foster father and seek his help. To get revenge for me, he ruined my biological parents' business, bringing them down for good.

I was Alpha Adrian's secret for eight years. It took his grandfather’s centennial birthday for him to finally bring our son, Gale, and me home to the pack. He swore the pack Elders had finally given us their blessing. Our son, buzzing with excitement, bounced on the bed, clutching the champion’s medal from his junior fighting tournament. He’d fought tooth and nail to win it, just to make his father proud. But the moment we set foot on the Blackwood Manor grounds, we saw him. Adrian, with his arms wrapped around a blonde she-wolf, kissing her deeply. Adrian introduced her with a smile. "My mate, Sophia" Our son, Gale, rushed forward to confront him, stabbing a finger toward the seemingly perfect bite mark on my neck. "That's the mark Dad gave Mom! You all see it!" But the pack’s Head Elder stepped forward. After a cursory glance, he let out a cold sneer. "A clever trick of blood magic," he said with contempt. "It can mimic a scent, but it lacks the soul-deep connection of a true mate bond. Any experienced wolf can see through it." I turned to Adrian, my body frozen stiff. He turned away from me, gently stroking the real mark on Sophia's neck, which glowed with a silvery, moonlit light. "The Blackwood pack will not accept a half-blood who can’t even shift" he said. "The only one fit to stand by my side is Sophia." I looked at him, and a bitter laugh escaped me. To think I had suppressed my own Royal Alpha blood for a man like this.

In Westbush close there is few people, they all know each other and it has always been relatively quiet. However, a couple years ago everything changed, disappearances and sudden deaths started occurring. Soon it was Eleanor's family, and a mistake was all that was needed to make the youngest one their next victim. A hard time followed, a lot of pain, guilty and hatred, until she came back as a complete different person, almost as a complete different being.

A little over a month pregnant, I was happily looking forward to my wedding—until my fiance teamed up with my parents and brothers to put me on trial at the Court of Justice. They fabricated charge after charge, hoping to have me executed in the name of the law. If the judge found me guilty, I would be sentenced to death on the spot. Once I was dead, my corneas would be transplanted into my adopted sister, and everything I owned—my assets and insurance—would be claimed by them. Faced with my fiance’s betrayal and my family’s treachery, I fought back. I demanded the judge use the latest medical technology to extract my memories and project them on the big screen, letting the judge and hundreds of public jurors decide my fate. Just as everyone was smugly certain of their victory, the truth revealed by my memories moved the entire courtroom to tears.

Princess Ruthyelia Celeste Nobingale is the first-born princess of the country of Rinovea. She has a rather goofy and down-to-earth attitude for a princess. She considers this as her imperfections and thinks that she is not fit to be a princess, let alone a Queen. To be a Queen, she needs to be married, but she is in a secret relationship with one of her royal guards, Sir Angelo. Ruthy was in charge of a parade for their village where she meets another man named Noah who was a baker. She meets him once again during the party where a terrorist attack happened, but Noah saved her. To express her gratitude, she offers Noah a new bakery and her parents invited him to work in the palace. In continuation of the party, the royal family of Wierxia was invited to Rinovea to join Ruthy and her family. During dinner, they talked about marriage and the King of Wierxia suggested to marry off his son, Prince Thomas to Princess Ruthy. Princess Ruthy now spends time with Noah and Prince Thomas in which Sir Angelo got jealous of. Ruthy and Angelo then got into a fight that made them both question their feelings for each other. When the new bakery for Noah was finished constructing, they paid it a visit, but they got attacked by terrorists. Sir Angelo, who was with them, got seriously injured and Ruthy realized how much she loves him and how scared she was to lose him. When they got back to the palace, Sir Angelo was immediately admitted to the hospital wing. Princess Ruthy visits him every day and one day, when she was begging for him to wake up while holding his hand, the Queen, her mother, saw it all.

"ฉันเป็นคนประมูลเธอมา เท่ากับว่าเธอเป็นของฉัน!" มาเฟียหนุ่มพูดขึ้นกับหญิงสาวที่เคยช่วยชีวิตเขาไว้ในอดีตหลังจากที่เขาประมูลเธอมา ทั้งที่เขาพยายามห้ามใจ..ไหนเธอดันกลายเป็นขนมหวานจานโปรดของเขาได้ มาเฟียหนุ่มที่ขึ้นว่าไร้หัวใจและโหดเหี้ยมที่สุดจนคนในเมืองต่างหวาดกลัว แม้แต่กฏหมายก็ทำอะไรเขาไม่ได้...เคยโดนคนลอบสังหารหวังจาคร่าชีวิตของเขาผู้ซึ่งมีอิทธิพลมากที่สุด แต่ดวงคงยังไม่ถึงคาดพัดพาเขามาเจอกับพ่อลูกคู่หนึ่ง ซึ่งได้ช่วยชีวิตของเขาและลูกน้องคนสนิทไว้และเขาจะไม่ลืมบุญคุณครั้งนี้เลย แต่เมื่อจะกลับมาสองพ่อลูกก็หายไป! ใครจะไปคิดว่างานประมูลใหญ่ที่เขาจัดขึ้นนั้น ทำให้เขาได้พบกับหญิงสาวในกรงทอง ตอนแรกแค่สนใจจะรับมาเป็นลูกน้องมือซ้ายและเอาไว้แก้ขัด แต่เมื่อเปิดผ้าปิดตาของเธอออก กลับกลายเป็นเด็กสาวคนนั้นที่เติบโตขึ้น! ลูกสาวของผู้ที่เคยช่วยชีวิตเขา "คุณสินะที่ประมูลฉัน" "......." "เลวสิ้นดี!" เด็กสาวที่น่ารักคนนั้นได้หายไปเสียแล้ว เหลือแต่เพียงหญิงสาวที่ดื้อด้านสุดๆ จนเขาหมดความอดทน!!

he can make a billion dollars in business go bankrupt with a single phone call. the heir of the world's richest family.

The hybrid Daydra is a vampire/dragon, a 'Vampagon' stolen from her mother before she was even born in a terrible gruesome way and raised by the wicked man that stole her. Betrayal is rife within her pack and inner circle. Daydraeets two men along the way, who both seem to be her mates. One seems charming and wonderful the other cold and selfish. Who will she chose. Will she leave her Kingdom once she finds it or will she be the one to them all from the war that is inevitable as the sorcerers and hunters team up with rogues to take over and rule their plane.

When the kingdom of Ormond is invaded, eighteen year old Princess Eithne is enslaved by the cynical conqueror, Xander of Frankia. Her innocent eyes are opened to a world of untold cruelty and depravity at the heart of which is her estranged mother, Clara Sylvain Lovell. Mourning the death of her beloved father, King Stephen, Eithne is worried about her older brother, Ephron, who has not been heard from for a while. Xander claims acquaintance with the disgraced royal heir and says he is currently in jail overseas. He swears he will try and secure his release in return for her favours. But is he to be trusted? Eithne sees another side of her sometimes brutal master when they learn that young girls are going missing all over the realm. Does this resonate with him on a far more personal level than he is letting on? And is Xander really the blackguard he seems, or will love tame the tamer?

I was raised to believe that love meant endurance. That if I loved him enough, I could survive anything. For seven years, I was stationed at the border—alone, bleeding, freezing, nearly dying more times than I can count. Every transfer request I submitted was denied. Every time I asked why, I was told the same thing: the family needed me. The alliance came first. Others needed protection more than I did. What I didn’t know was this— Every sacrifice I made was approved by the man who claimed to love me. Adrian Holt, the Don who raised me, protected me, promised I would be his Donna one day… He was the one signing my name away year after year. He chose widows. He chose alliances. He chose power. And he chose for me—without ever asking. Because he was certain of one thing: That no matter what he did, I would never leave him. He believed love meant I would understand. That loyalty meant silence. That I would forgive anything—as long as he said he loved me. So when I finally walked away, I didn’t argue. I didn’t beg. I disappeared. And that was the moment his world collapsed. Now he’s tearing through cities, alliances, and his own sanity trying to find me— Too late realizing that love is not sacrifice when only one person bleeds. This is not a story about redemption. It’s a story about what happens after you lose the woman who endured everything… And finally chose herself.