Broken Princess

The day after my best friend, Sarah Blunt married Patrick, the second son of the Brosnan family, I too became a bride and wed Matthew, his older brother. She married a swimming champion, and I, the rock-climbing coach. We thought we had our futures all figured out. Then, something happened that summer. The four of us planned a getaway but Matthew and Patrick’s baby sister, Megan joined us and our peaceful trip became a crowded affair.  While rock climbing, disaster struck—the rope snapped, and all five of us plummeted into the river below. The brothers rushed frantically to save Megan, leaving Sarah and me at the mercy of the river’s current, battered and tossed like driftwood. By the time the rescue team pulled us from the water, we were bruised, scraped, and utterly spent. In the hospital, Megan and I received devastating news that would change everything.  “You’ve been pregnant for 40 days, Ma’am. How could you put yourself in such a risky situation? Your baby survived, but your friend lost hers.” Shaken, I called Matthew to tell him about the pregnancy. His anger cut through the line. “You’re angry that I went to Megs first and now you’re trying to fool me with a fake pregnancy? She’s my sister—it’s my duty to protect her!” Sarah faced her own storm. Patrick practically scoffed at her grief. “Miscarriage? Do you expect me to believe that? The doctors said you only had a 30% chance of conceiving. I can’t stand women who create drama out of nothing.” Both calls ended abruptly, leaving us stunned as we stared at each other in the sterile light of the hospital room. In that shared silence, we made our decision—we would leave these men behind and start anew, launching a business together. But when the brothers received our divorce papers, they showed up at my door in the middle of a storm, kneeling in the pouring rain, crying through the night for a second chance.

Cirilla's life has been in danger even before her birth. She was from the powerful bloodline of the Amnell clan of witches. Also a descent from a royal pure-blooded Alpha Hybrid. She was born with the blessings of the goddess but also cursed by her destiny. Part wolf, vampire, and witch, she was taken from her family and Pack even before she was born. After years of living her life with no knowledge of who she really is, or what she's destined for. Something awakens. With her powers unlocked, she is back into a new world where the impossible seems to exist and there's a looming darkness over the magical world, endangering every magical kind there is. High-ranking officials from different magical kinds mysteriously dying. It doesn't take long for them to realize it's a pattern and something's coming. Even worse, she seems to be the source.

My parents died in an accident when I was 16 years old. That leaves me and my stepbrother, Freddie Sanford, to rely on each other. At 20 years old, I get drunk and confess my feelings to him. But instead of being gentle as usual, he lashes out in fury. "Rosalie Hunter, do you have no shame at all? I'm your brother!" From that day on, he gets back together with his first love, Bianca Reed. His attitude toward me plummets and turns cold as ice. What Freddie doesn't know is I'm sick. To me, every day feels like a countdown. On the day of their wedding, I quietly reach the end of my life. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to two years ago. At the same time, I learn an unbelievable piece of news. Freddie has been dead for three years.

BOOK ONE OF THE KEITH SISTERS SERIES Nella, a woman disillusioned by heartbreak and betrayal, faces a series of challenges after losing both her corporate HR job and her relationship with Sam, who cheated on her. Seeking a fresh start, she takes a job at a flower shop and later lands a prestigious position at Elevé Cosmetics, where she becomes the personal assistant to Roy Logan, a cold and ambitious CEO with whom she shares a past one-night stand. As Nella navigates the complexities of her new job, she finds herself torn between Roy, whose vulnerabilities stir her, and Ethan, a steady and reliable friend who is secretly Roy’s fiancée’s brother. Meanwhile, Maya, Roy’s scheming ex, plots to tear Nella and Roy apart, and Nella’s toxic ex-boyfriend, Gray, becomes obsessed with her once again. When Nella uncovers dark secrets about her boyfriend and her connection with Roy deepens, she must confront conflicting desires, loyalty, and betrayal. Amidst the chaos, Nella faces an impossible decision—whether to follow her heart and embrace a tumultuous love with Roy, risk betraying her friendship with Ethan, or break free from the toxic relationships that bind her. In a world of shifting allegiances, Nella’s choices will shape her future, forcing her to decide whether true love is within her reach or if she is forever trapped by the tangled knots of her past.

There was an uproar at that one fated taping inside the CBS building. A suspicious man. A gun shot. And then everything went dark. News about the most eligible bachelor icon who is now rushed at St. Lukes hospital in hope to save him. What will happen to everyone who is dear to him if he wakes up remembering things from three years ago, unveiling secrets... "Nasan sya?" Tanong ni Vincent ng mamulat na ang kanyang mga mata. Nanahimik ang lahat ng bisita sa kwarto at nagbigay daan sa babaeng kanina pa hinahanap ng binata. "Hi." Bati ng dalaga sa kanya. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, ha?"

Letitia Ellis is a 28-year-old lady who is uninterested in romantic relationships. She wants to spend the rest of her life unmarried and unattached. She's attractive and seductive, extroverted, self-assured, and rich, a complete package. Many men have tried to hit on her because of her feisty nature, but she doesn't give a fuck, she doesn't believe in love, and that's the end of it. This is the end of the discussion. Andrew Avellino is a 34-year-old man who holds himself to a high standard when it comes to relationships. Many young women attempted but failed terribly because he wants for his first to be his last. He wants to date a lady who will love him unconditionally, accept him for who he is, and stay with him till his last breath. He hails from a well-known family and is wealthy, attractive, responsible, and loyal. He believes in love and wishes to find his one true love, but ladies are afraid of him because of his cold demeanor. Many people admire Letitia, but Andrew is different. Andrew's cold demeanor frightened women, but Letitia never backs down. What will they do if they are forced to marry all of a sudden? Will Andrew and Letitia's marriage work despite their opposing viewpoints and dreams? Will they be able to find happiness despite their broken dreams?

On my twenty-third birthday, my brother, Zackary Dixon, became the wealthiest man in the country. He threw a grand birthday party for the nanny's daughter, saying that she would be the Dixon family's favorite. At the same time, something went wrong with my artificial heart. I couldn't find a suitable one, only one month left in my life. Due to the torture of illness and great pressure, I had no choice but to call him. Hearing my cough, he coldly said, "At that time, you were afraid to get involved, and now you regret it?" My throat was sore. I stared at his expressionless face through the phone and laughed bitterly. "Zackary, three hundred thousand dollars is no big deal to you. Help me, OK?" Zackary sneered. I could hear his warm voice comforting Lillianna, "Voice phishing. It's fine." Of course, he was fine, because his sound beating heart was mine.

BOOK TWO OF FATED TO MY LYCAN BROTHER The goddess's disdain for me reached its peak at this moment. Slade had slipped away, his breath fading in my arms. But how did he transform into Rafael, the leader of the rogues in the Eclipse Moon Pack? "You reek of blood, I spill," Rafael sneered, his Italian accent oozing with disdain. "Then end me," I murmured, swallowing hard as anxiety coursed through my veins. It wasn't mere proximity or desire that quickened my pulse. No, it was the dangerous gleam in his eyes—a promise of peril and sinful pleasure. "I have other methods," he replied, placing a paper on the table. "I'm rejecting you." "Why?" I stuttered, my eyes widening as I stared at the paper. "I used you, my dear. Your mission is complete. Return to your pack..." ______________ Winter, cast aside once more, fell into the clutches of the Rogue King. Divorced and rejected within a single day, she believed nothing could be worse—until she discovered him with another woman in their shared bed! Seeking answers about the uncanny resemblance between Slade and Rafael and questioning if he genuinely was her destined mate, Winter embarked on a quest for truth. He was Rafael—the deranged King of Rogues— both feared and revered; a forgotten past haunted him. The woman who had plagued his dreams had materialised before him, holding the key to his enigma. Yet, an unexplainable urge to push her away filled him whenever she drew near. Their fragile connection faced turmoil when a jealous ex-lover interfered, leaving Winter suffocating in anguish as she cursed the goddess responsible for her repetitive agony. Rafael, realising too late their destined bond, clung desperately to their fragile union. Would Winter forgive him? And would they uncover the answers they yearned for?

Mature, violence, and Abuse!!! My eyes were fixed on the fragile body lying over my bed. Her eyes silently begged me not to look at her struggling state. Her emerald eyes turned teary as she was feeling this pain and urge from last night. I was confused about how a human being feels Heat. Her naked body struggling with the strong waves of heat hitting her every short duration was making her roll on the bed like a fish without water. Her small hands were touching herself to feel pleased and satisfied. She stretched her back as the fresh wave of heat hit her again in front of my eyes. Her slightly painful moans turned stronger and she tightened her thighs to stop her throbbing core. I walked closer a little. The scene before my eyes made me lose control. I was feeling hardened for my slave. "Please, don't come closer," She begged. "Ohh Myyyy Godddd," She screamed when the fresh wave of heat hit her again. I sat on my knees on the floor, closer to the edge of the bed. My hands unknowingly moved to touch her ankle. "Ahhhhh, Please don't touch me," She cried. I could see the hate in her eyes. My eyes slowly danced on her creamy, white skin. She turned weak in just one day. Looking at her state, my heart started racing not because I hadn't seen a naked girl before, but because she could become my worst nightmare. Sleeping with her could make me lose all my werewolf powers. But, her heat was turning painful now and I wasn't able to see it. So, I decided to do the next sin and bear the consequences. But, little did I was that the woman I had enslaved was a female dragon.

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."