Breakaway Grace Reilly

They wanted her to sit beside the throne. But she was born to sit on the throne. Serena Draven was never meant to reign. As the daughter of Ironfang’s Alpha, her life was destined to be one of obedience, grace, and submission. But Serena refuses. Disguised as her cousin Kael Draven, she dares to enter Dravenhold Academy — an elite training ground where only future Alphas are forged. Among her rivals is Darius Blackthorn, heir of the Silverfang Pack, a wolf as commanding as he is dangerous. He senses something different about “Kael,” and what begins as rivalry soon sharpens into something far more complicated. Serena only wanted to prove herself. She never expected to lose everything.

She was transferred against her will. He never wanted an assistant.Now they’re stuck together… and sparks are flying.Eva Rodríguez has built her career with grit, grace, and zero tolerance for entitled men in designer suits. So when she’s forced to spend a year as personal assistant to Julian Salvator New York’s most insufferable CEO—she’s ready for war, not workplace chemistry.Julian is everything she hates: arrogant, broody, impossibly handsome. But beneath his sharp suits and sharper tongue is a man haunted by secrets—and maddeningly drawn to the one woman who doesn’t fall at his feet.

Emily Grace, a gentle and beautiful café worker, catches the eye of Alexander Steele, a ruthless billionaire tycoon, after a chance encounter. Obsessed, Alexander orchestrates Emily's downfall to make her dependent on him. Forced into a manipulative marriage, Emily struggles to navigate her complex feelings for Alexander while enduring torment from his ex-fiancée, Isabella. After a violent confrontation leaves Emily with amnesia, Alexander's genuine care helps her heal. What happens when the delicate beauty of Emily collides with the iron will of Alexander? Can they overcome the obstacles that stand in their way, or are some divides too great to cross? Will love prevail, or will their pasts forever keep them apart?

Rich privilege is real. I just got dumped after two months of dating. The reason is I'm not rich. My ex said, "Grace gives me everything I want. You're just an ordinary girl." Instead of crying ugly, I'll shine to the highest level until their necks hurt from looking down. However, my path up the level ladder wasn't as smooth as a child's romance. I must work hard under a boss who drives me crazy every day. He's too crazy. Even the blind date was my decision, he was the one who decided to be my partner.

"Hail Mary" she whispered urgently, her voice shaking as the sounds escalated. The wall seemed to vibrate with their passion, each thrust and cry invading her sanctuary. "Full of grace" She repeated the prayer, her fingers flying over the beads in a bid to drown out the sin next door but the moans increased. Panic fluttered in her breast, was this the bleak fate she had feared? Had the Lord led her here to test her faith amid such temptation? She prayed harder, her lips moving fervently. The rosary becoming her anchor, each bead a step toward salvation pulling her from the abyss of curiosity that threatened to stir within her.

Grace read the content of the tweet with trembling lips, and a hoarse voice almost choking, or did she know why she could be like that, there was clearly a feeling of horror that ran through her body as she read the tweet. The tweet is "Thank you to my friends who have cursed at me, hopefully we will meet again letter. The path i take is God's way." For a moment the were silent, no one dared to make a sound. Their lips seemed to be sewn up hard to open, they look each other, it wasn't the vengeful it used to be, but one filled with horror. As if something was telling them that a terrible event had happend, let's just say it was a hunch.

He had once sworn I was his fated Luna, the Omega he cherished above all. However, just a month shy of our bonding, he decided to repay a life-saving grace by fathering a child with his old flame. To add insult to injury, he swiped the herbal research I was on the cusp of unveiling. He claimed he was trapped, obligated to both sides. I, however, was done with him. I cut ties, called off our Bonding Ceremony, and set off for the Northwood tundra to lose myself in my research. Two years on, he pleaded for my return, professing I was his one true love. However, by then, I was renowned far and wide, and he was nothing to me.

Five years ago, I was the rising star of the nation’s top chemistry research lab, but on the eve of publishing the results of my study, my husband’s crush, Grace, killed me. She made several people violate me and cut my face up. Then, she injected sulfuric acid into my stomach, crushed my teeth and bones, and discarded my body without anyone’s knowledge. At that time, I was three months pregnant. But she told everyone that I stole the project’s research results and fled to another country. Jim, my husband, personally wrote a report to the government to label me as a globally wanted criminal. Five years later, a livestreamer who did nighttime explorations found my dried-up corpse in the basement of an abandoned warehouse.

At six in the evening, Allen Bennett prepared a perfect dinner, with each dish carefully chosen to match Sarah Foster's preferences. By seven, he had run her bath, adding lavender essential oils and rose petals to the warm water, filling the bathroom with a calming fragrance. By eight, he placed her comfortable slippers by the entrance, awaiting her return. At nine, the front door finally opened. Sarah walked in, and Allen immediately went to greet her. With practiced grace, he helped her out of her coat and placed her slippers before her feet, then hung the coat in the entryway closet. Turning to her with a gentle smile, he asked, "Would you prefer to have your bath first or would you like to eat?"

On our wedding day, Ethan got a call and bolted from the ceremony. Grandma was so furious she started coughing up blood, and everyone just watched. Not one person stepped in to help. I raced her to the hospital, but it was too late. She was gone before they even got her inside. Then, as I sat alone in the morgue, my phone lit up. It was Ethan. "Grace, get to the hospital. Bella's hurt and needs your blood!" "Ethan Carter, it's over between us." I ended the call, leaving the last pieces of my heart—and him—behind. Months later, he was on his knees in the pouring rain, begging for forgiveness, saying he'd do anything, give anything, if I'd only look back.