Bloodline Criminal Minds

Seven years ago, I, Gianna Moonwhisper, offered up the bloodline essence that had been passed down in my family for generations as a sacrifice. I did this to save Liam Howle, my mate who was dying from a curse. To prevent him from feeling burdened, I pretended to be a wicked she-wolf who only cared about power and status, and thus I dissolved my mate bond with him. Seven years later, powered by the strength he gained from my sacrifice, he is crowned Alpha. Meanwhile, I can only hide away in a dilapidated house as I cough up blood. Due to the regression of my bloodline, I'm slowly dying. Liam kicks open my door and tosses a bag of moonstones at my feet. His eyes shine with repulsion as he coldly says, "Do you regret it? Regret abandoning the person who could have made you Luna?" He's unaware that I have only three months left to live, yet his utter hatred for me has him wishing that I would hurry up and die.

My husband sponsored a poor female college student. While I was being dragged into an alley by a criminal, he was helping her pick out lingerie. While I was hospitalized with serious injuries, he used the money my mother left me to buy her a limited-edition handbag. I confronted him in a heated argument, but he accused me of being unreasonable. "I thought your injuries were so serious, but look—you didn’t even die! Besides, your money is my money. I’ll spend it however I want!"

When my eyes were gouged out, my mother was shopping with my cousin. When I was forced to drink a bottle of acid and died in agony, she snapped impatiently, “Kara, can’t you be as well-behaved as Wendy? If you’re just going to run away, then don’t bother calling me!” However, when she saw the crime scene, she rushed outside and threw up. As a criminal psychologist specially hired by the River City police, how could she feel sick at the sight of her own daughter’s body?

Calculating, cold, and cruel, Chiri Krane is the most infamously detestable witch imaginable in the history of the Alliance. A criminal, despised by her peers and cast out from her family; Chiri returns to the relentless political turmoil of the society that condemned her under the protection of a seemingly loveless marriage to Cazer. Made the target of a sinister conspiracy, she meets the valiant Legacy Hunter Allen Pierce. Through their unlikely partnership, they change the course of their fates and take on the power that threatens to tip the magical balance of their world. But will the villain, known to be the Alliance’s greatest abomination, become its savior or the key to its downfall?

Money and power. That is where Bora Huassefa Mafianni's world revolves. But as she explores the mafia world more, she meets Connor Zulueta, who will make her feel different emotions she hasn't felt before. Can Connor change Bora for the better? Can the two powerful mafias collide? Or they will be the end of each other's bloodline? Watch Bora as she plays the Nasty Games made by the Ruthless Mafia.

He hated them. Zadicus Snyder, the criminal wizard, hated that whole country- especially 'her' who neglected him and got him exiled. He wanted to ruin them, ruin her. He ruled empires from the shadows but amid this sovereignty, she never left his mind. Not even once. Persephone Sage. The army commander of his ex-homeland. The one who put him in the state where he was consumed by darkness. Evoking a fire of revenge in his heart against Persephone, the person he once called his lover.

In the Lycan world, power is measured by claws. In the human world, it’s measured by wealth. Elara Vance was a defect — a wolf who couldn’t shift. When her fated mate, Alpha Julian Blackwood, publicly rejected her for a political alliance, he didn’t just break her heart… he left her to die in the Wastelands. Five years later, Julian is the CEO of Blackwood Global, the world’s most powerful tech empire. He thinks he’s haunted by a ghost. He doesn’t realize that the mysterious hacker dismantling his empire piece by piece… is the mate he discarded. Elara has returned. But she isn’t seeking an apology. She carries a secret: she was never wolf-less. She is the first of the Silent breed — a rare Lycan who can influence Alphas’ minds without making a sound. When Julian finally corners the elusive “V,” he expects a corporate spy. Instead, he finds the woman who still smells like his soul… and holds the detonator to his entire life. Revenge has a frequency. And Elara controls

After my father's sudden death, everything was slowly falling apart not until the son of my father's rival proposed to marry me by contract for a year and produce him an heir to continue the Conard's bloodline and slowly discovering the cause of my father's death will make everything complicated and falling for Anthon will be the least of the plan and getting my heart broken as His Contract Wife was never part of the plan.

On our sixth wedding anniversary, I felt a seam split open in my skull. Not from pain, but from truth. “Ethan, that new assistant… how does she taste?” Marcus’s thought, slick as oil. Ethan's reply slithered through my veins: "Young. Tender. Like summer berries." His lips shaped a lie. His hand shielded me from the crowd, even as his fingers pressed a blood-red cocktail into my palm. "Don't let Lena find out,"he thought, the words clear as speech. "I’d in a big trouble." Laughter swirled. Champagne clinked.their mind. Nobody knew I could hear every thought ,the ability to read minds awakened in me last night. . Nobody knew I had already known about his betrayal long ago. There were no tears, no screams I just replied “yes” to Professor Johnson’s encrypted call-the path I should have chosen six years ago. In three days, I would vanish. Not running from him. Running back to who I was at twenty—the rising star of virus research.

I’m the daughter of the Alpha of the Embermoon Pack. As my post-transformation wolf form was tall, powerful, and strikingly beautiful, I had always been favored by my parents and cherished by the pack. Yet, during a journey with my brother, Gariel, I was betrayed, ambushed, and sold into an illegal mining camp on the frontier. There, electric fences, raised gun barrels, and endless despair became my prison. To prevent escape, the overseer would select a group of so-called “lucky ones” at regular intervals. In front of all the miners, they would hack off their hands and feet. Half a year slipped by in torment, and I wasted away until I was barely recognizable. My body was covered in scars, looking like a demon dragged out of hell. Even so, I clung to the belief that my brother would come for me. Then, one day, by pure accident, I overheard a phone call between the overseer and my brother. “You sure are ruthless to have the heart to sell your beautiful sister to us. Your parents must be losing their minds by now.” Those words instantly extinguished the very last trace of hope I had left.