Blood On A Rose

Three days before my wedding, my younger sister staged a scene—one where I supposedly abandoned her in the mountains. She claimed I locked her in a cabin, left her to be nearly assaulted, and that she barely escaped with her life. Furious, my fiancé dragged me up the mountain and locked me in that same cabin. He said, "Wendy, a woman as vicious as you won't learn her lesson without punishment. I already told you I'd marry you. Why go after Chloe? Since you're so desperate to climb your way up, you can stay here until the wedding day." I begged him, over and over, but my scorched throat could only force out hoarse, grating sounds. Three days later, Mickey O'Brien stood at the altar in his suit, waiting for me. What he got instead was my remains.

Trust is a weapon. Love is a weakness. And revenge? It's the only thing keeping her alive. They took everything from her. Now she's in their house, cleaning floors, serving their meals, and plotting their downfall. When Inés Montoya loses her family in a fire no one dares investigate, she trades her grief for grit. Her only lead? A symbol linked to the notorious Delgado Mafia family. To get answers, she becomes their maid; silent, invisible, watching. But nothing in the Delgado mansion is what it seems. The twin heirs, Alejandro- ice cold and unreadable, and Alonso- reckless and magnetic, both want to claim her. So do two other men sworn to the family's bloodstained throne. Caught in a dangerous web of obsession, secrets, and seduction, Inés must play a deadly game; earn their trust, uncover the truth, and destroy them from within. But what happens when the lines between hatred and desire begin to blur? What if the man she's falling for, is the one who lit the match? Revenge has never been this intimate.

Having my parents best friends next door means that I have built in best friends from birth. I thought I knew everything about them. I could have sworn I knew all their secrets, but that all changed one night when I discovered their biggest secret: Their whole family are werewolves! This is book 1 in the Graycort series.

Si Rosanne Oliveros ay isang anonymous writer sa isang writing platform. Ikinagulat na lamang niya isang araw nang may magkagusto sa kaniyang anonymous writing persona. At mapaglaro nga naman ang tadhana dahil ang taong may gusto sa kaniya ay nagugustuhan ng kaniyang kapatid. Dahil doon ay gumawa ng plano ang kapatid niya at nagkunwaring siya; ginamit ng kapatid niya ang kaniyang anonymous writing persona para mapansin ng lalaki. Niloko nilang dalawa ang lalaking inosente. Hindi man agree sa bagay na iyon ay wala nang nagawa pa si Rosanne dahil naipit siya sa mga utang na loob sa kapatid. Ano ang gagawin niya? Paninindigan na lang ba niya at kukunsintihin ang panloloko ng kapatid? Subaybayan ang kuwento ni Rosanne Oliveros tungo sa pagpapakatotoo.

I'm just a simple girl who only want is to graduate and help my auntie. 'Yon lang ang tanging pangarap ko sa kabila ng pag-aaruga niya sa 'kin. Kaya nag-aaral ako nang mabuti. But one day, inilipat niya ako sa isang University. University na walang specific name. Weird ang place... Weird ang mga students... Weird din ang mga nangyayari... Hindi ko alam pero parang baon-baon ko na palagi ang takot at kaba. Should I face this kind of circumstances kahit na mapanganib ang kahahantungan ko?

(Inspired by the tale: Snow White and Rose Red)Rose Red had already accepted her poor life that only lives by stealing golds and money from others with her partner, Vayne. A shapeshifter from a mysterious tribe called 'Figtus' that always receives discrimination from the other people. With Vayne's shapeshifting skills and Rose Red's amazing magic power, they formed an amazing heist tandem.But things got different when her twin sister named Snow White suddenly became a crowned princess. Rose Red's life became more complicated and found herself in a conflict between blood and friendship. Because of her choice she must face consequences and challenges to seek for the truth.But to reach the truth, secrets must revealed one by one including hers.Note: I do not own the photo used on the cover. Credits to the rightful owner

The day the Thorne family announced our engagement, the New York underworld let out a collective sigh of relief. Because I was set to marry Daemon, the most straitlaced Don in the city, which meant I could no longer be the wild rose who tore up the racetrack. But I resisted with every fiber of my being, finding creative ways to test his limits. During his ten-million-dollar card game with a rival family's Capo, my hand "slipped" and sent a bottle of 1945 Romanee-Conti spilling across the ancient map that outlined their territories, sabotaging the entire negotiation. Daemon, however, just slowly and deliberately wiped the wine from the back of his hand. He didn't even frown as he cleaned up my mess. Then I "accidentally" let my spirited Arabian stallion loose in his immaculately manicured courtyard. The beast went wild, trampling his prize-winning rose garden into mud. But he arrived with his private doctor in tow, crouching before me as his long fingers gently traced the scratch on my arm. "Did the beast hurt you?" Just that one question, and my heart melted completely. "Daemon, I can marry you. But before that, has there ever been another woman who owned your heart?" "I don't share my man. Not in any way." He pointed to his heart, his gaze unwavering as he met my eyes. "Before you, this was empty." After we married, the word on the street in New York's circles of power was this: If you angered Don Thorne, his Donna might plead your case. But if you angered the Donna, you were on your own. Even I began to believe that Daemon, that mountain of ice, would eventually melt for me. Until the day I went to find him, clutching a positive pregnancy test, bursting with joy. Only to hear the family's Consigliere ask him, from the top-floor study, what the best lie he'd ever told was. Daemon chuckled and said casually, "She asked me if anyone had my heart before her." "I told her no."

The city lights of Valenfort burned bright against the suffocating dark like a gem tainted by blood. Beneath that glittering surface lay nameless alleys where the scent of iron and the echoes of screams intertwined into a symphony of hell. No one remembered the last time they saw a real sunrise for this city had long belonged to the night. Evelyn Cross , a fourth-generation vampire hunter of the secretive order known as The Order of the Thorn , was born in blood and sworn to die for her mission. She had once watched her father torn apart by a pureblood vampire, a creature so fearsome that humans dared only whisper its name in prayer. Since that day, Evelyn lived like a blade cold, unfeeling, and driven by the hunt. Until she met Lucien Draven , the Blood King of Valenfort who ruled the shadows with a calm smile and eyes that could stop a heartbeat. Lucien did not kill Evelyn upon their first encounter. Instead, he saved her from the very comrades who had betrayed her. A vampire saving a hunter such a thing had never happened in the history of either world. Evelyn despised him… yet could not kill him. Lucien desired her… yet knew his love was her death sentence. In Valenfort, a war of blood is rising. The ancient vampire houses are clawing for dominance, while the hunters’ order fractures under betrayal and deceit. Amidst gunfire, betrayal, and desire, Blood War is not merely a battle between species but between the heart and fate itself. “In the world of darkness, truth isn’t written in ink… but in blood.”

If it wasn't her blood, he had no desire for it. Emily had come to the understanding that even the undead, had desires and cravings. For her, it was the way he had come to crave the richness of her blood and the cold but satisfactory feeling it brought her.

Drina Federico was born with nothing and lost everything too early. Her parents were murdered, her home burned, and the truth was hidden by money and power. Weak, poor, and invisible, she grows up surviving on scraps in the shadows of Madrid, carrying only pain and a quiet hunger for payback. Dino Fazio is everything Drina is not. A cruel billionaire. A man who rules the city from behind polished glass and blood-soaked deals. To the world, he is invincible. In truth, he is the king of a criminal kingdom built on silence and sacrifice. When Drina steals information meant to expose him, she is caught and pulled into his world. Instead of killing her, Dino cages her. Sure, she is a threat. She is broken, frightened, and powerless, but she refuses to kneel. Trapped together, hatred turns sharp, tension turns dangerous, and the line between enemy and obsession starts to blur. As gang wars erupt and secrets surface, Drina learns the truth: Dino did not kill her parents, but his power made their deaths possible. Revenge becomes a choice, not a dream. Escape is no longer enough. Power is. Forced to choose between destroying Dino or standing beside him to burn the kingdom from within, Drina must decide who she will become. A victim who runs, or a woman who rises. In a world where love is born from violence, and trust is paid for in blood, can two broken souls find redemption or will power destroy them both?