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My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.

Alana Hope was a wolfless girl who was unaware of her nature. Her true form gradually awakened when she met the father of her son, eight years after an eventful one-night stand. Alana had no idea how her life would immensely change after that. Alric Valmore was the Alpha of The Valmore Blood Pack, one of the biggest packs in Eastern Dhuran. For as long as he could remember, he had been searching for his mate, his future Luna. After stumbling into Alana, he sensed, deep within his bones, that she was his mate, but with her wolf not coming out, will he ever know for certain? Fate would have it, Alana and her son were taken to the Port of Valmore, the biggest territory of The Valmore Blood Pack. Would Alric rise to the occasion and fight for his Luna and son? What would happen when Alana's roots are shed into light? What would happen when the wolves that treated her as inferior, learn that Alana was the missing piece to the strength of their pack? Follow me on social media. Search Author_LiLhyz on IG & FB.

Elliot O’More is Killian’s (Betrayed the Mafia) left hand in the New York Irish Mob. He is known for his ruthless killings and way around the dark web. Elliot might look like the guy next door, but he is not as lovely as it seems. He is a player that has given up on love. And we all know how dangerous that can be. Hazel walks into Elliot’s life, turning his head upside down, and the only way he can get her out of his system is by forging a contract marriage. He will protect her, and she will be his. His obsession with her soon becomes love, and Elliot struggles to stay sane and protect her when everyone around them wants them apart. Hazel is a pawn in the hands of the Russian Mafia. They use her to their benefit, and what happens when they decide to use her against the Irish, to use her against her husband?

🔥 Synopsis – Born of Fire and Moonlight Book One in the Fated Flames Series Nova Quinn was never meant to survive. Branded wolfless and bound by a magical cuff that suppresses the fire under her skin, she’s spent her life silenced, controlled, and discarded by the very packs sworn to protect their own. But when Alpha Kael Draven walks into her life and the mate bond snaps into place, everything burns. He doesn’t claim her—he rejects her. Calls her a threat. Chains her in front of the very Council who once hunted her kind to extinction. But Nova is no ordinary wolf. And she is far from tame. As forbidden power stirs in her blood and ancient fire awakens in her bones, Nova begins to uncover the truth about who she is—and the legacy the Council tried to erase. Kael wants to protect her. The Council wants to destroy her. And a growing rebellion wants her to rise. With enemies closing in, a bond she can’t sever, and a secret that could ignite war, Nova must decide: Will she kneel to fate? Or will she set the world on fire?

On a research trip gone wrong, Assistant Professor Patrina Warden is tricked and trafficked into dark elf territory. In their realm, humans are seen as exotic beings to be seduced, tamed, and bound. Nyxios, the charismatic and cunning Scion of House Keltos, uses allure and shadow magic to seduce Patrina into becoming his companion. As they play a game of power, humiliation, and submission, Patrina finds herself torn between her growing fascination for Nyxios and her fierce desire for independence. Will Patrina escape the seductive grip of the dark elf, or will she succumb to the intoxicating blend of love and dominance? [This closed-door romance is book one of a stand-alone two book duology. The second book will be called Midnight Crown. +The books may be read in either order].

A monk suffering from amnesia tries to recover his memory while passing through hell, the gentle but downgraded journalist who transforms into a ruthless killing monster while trying to gather a headline scoop, a desperate youth quest for wealth at his own expense, an ancient village people cursed because they could not meet the end of the bargain when their sacrifice walked into their midst, two young individuals escape from an enemies camp only to fall into a mysterious trap that might claim their lives, a scientist recounts his experience and encounters after observing a similar egg cell found in the bloodstream of dead men. - these stories explore the dark and ironic sides of human behaviour, the degree of tolerance, suffering any individual can take as a limit, the quest of freedom and prestige we all hope and want to attain, and lessons gained after consequence played out - all framed in a time cyce playing and replaying hoping to find a way out.

Since young, Dione Amaris has always been fascinated by supernatural creatures; vampires, fairies, werewolves and many more. Her mother always read her stories about them. Until she turn to a fully grown woman, she has collected a lot of books about them and would still read them time to time and after she ends reading a book, she can’t help but think if they really exist. But what if… they really do exist? And one of its kind has been by her side all along? And she, herself has a blood of the creature she's been fascinated at? Will it be a start to a something new to her life? Or… it'll start a havoc in her life?

My dad was a zombie. My mom? Even scarier. She was an uber-powerful mutant. At the crack of dawn, she was already yelling, "Derick Olson! Don't make me come over there! What kind of zombie are you? Glued to your headphones all day—are those audiobooks really that captivating?" I rolled over in bed and promptly fell right off. Scrambling to my feet, I started tidying up my room in a flash, terrified she might actually make good on her threat. "Look at Mr. Hoffman next door," she hollered. "He roams the streets day and night, probably gobbled up more brains than you've read books!"

When I was young, my uncle and his family had died in a fire to save me, leaving behind only their three-year-old daughter. Thus, she became the most lovable member of our family. Later, she and I were involved in a car accident. As the blood and amniotic fluid mixed together, I clutched my husband's hand and begged him to save me and our children. However, he swatted my hand away and said impatiently, "Don't you realize Alice had hurt her bones?" My mother also scolded me, "Why are you still craving attention at a crucial moment like this? You are so cruel. Do you want Alice to be crippled for the rest of her life?" Just like that, I watched helplessly as they left with all the doctors, leaving me all alone. In the end, I died along with my adorable twin babies. When they heard the news, the ones who despised me most went crazy.

I was the real daughter—unloved, unwanted, and cast aside. The design draft I poured my heart into was stolen by my second brother and gifted to the fake daughter. Then he accused me of being a plagiarist. My father, the richest man in the city, had me blacklisted from the entire industry. The fake daughter pretended to apologize, then pushed me off a cliff. When I woke up, nearly all my bones had been shattered. I called my fiancé, the captain of the rescue team, but he was cradling the fake daughter's sprained ankle. He scoffed, "Oh, you had an accident too? Want me to save you? Why don't you just die already?" My body grew colder under the crushing pain. My eldest brother, the forensic pathologist, cut open my rotting corpse while grumbling that he was late for the fake daughter's birthday. Yet when they finally saw me again, they all cried, begging for my forgiveness.