Cameron Boyce Grave

“I hate you…” my words, intended as a curse came out as a filthy moan as he plunged into me so hard that I saw stars. “I don't, Dani. Because you're mine!...” he murmured hotly against my skin. “Your every breath” “Every moan” “Every tears” “Every. Single. Inch. of your Body” he spelled, each word following a deeper thrust as he claimed me over and over yet over again. * After being rejected twice by her first two mates, Danica made a vow to herself never to let herself go through another similar humiliation. Not even when she finds out that the Alpha was her third chance mate. She had no believe in the mate bond and she only took the Alpha's kindness towards her as another approach to the humiliation he planned to make her face so she never planned on admitting to being his mate. But Alpha Alexander wasn't one to give up on what he wants and right now, it could be either Danica Grayson or Danica Grayson. Will Danica give in to the relentless Alpha eventually? Or will she take her little secret to her grave? Was there a chance that she finds the love she'd always wanted or was there a chance that she'll be rejected a third time?

L’entreprise de son père était au bord de la faillite, et Anna Qin a été mariée à Rayan Fu, un homme influent atteint d’une maladie grave, par sa belle-mère. Tout le monde attendait de la voir devenir veuve et être chassée de la famille Fu.Mais, contre toute attente, Rayan s’est réveillé.Violent et maussade après son réveil, il a dit : « Anna, même si tu portes mon enfant, je vais l’étrangler de mes propres mains ! »Quatre ans plus tard, Anna y est retournée avec ses jumeaux, un garçon et une fille. En pointant du doigt le visage de Rayan sur un programme télévisé de finance, elle a recommandé aux enfants : « Si vous rencontrez cet homme à l’avenir, faites un détour, ou il vous étranglera à mort. »Le soir même, l’enfant aîné a piraté l’ordinateur de Rayan et y a laissé une lettre de défi « Salaud, essaie de m’étrangler ! »

Jasmine, une femme de 37 ans mariée à Xavier, un homme respectable mais peu porté sur l’intimité, lutte pour combler son désir sexuel insatisfait. Leur fille, Elcha, a besoin d’un répétiteur, et c’est ainsi que Guy entre dans leur vie. Ce dernier devient rapidement plus qu’un simple professeur : il séduit Jasmine et entretient avec elle une liaison passionnée et interdite. Mais ce jeu dangereux, alimenté par l’argent et le secret, finit par déraper. Lorsque Jasmine tente de mettre fin à cette relation toxique, Guy la menace de chantage. Pour se libérer de cette emprise, Jasmine commet un acte irréversible : elle empoisonne son amant. Peu après, Xavier contracte une maladie grave liée indirectement à l’infidélité de sa femme, et meurt. La famille de Xavier, en colère, expulse Jasmine et Elcha, s’appropriant tous les biens du défunt. Le karma, implacable, s’abat alors sur Jasmine, dont la vie bascule dans le chaos.

Keana a pessimistic young adult in the modern world with a troublesome love life oblivious of her capabilities is faced with the disorienting reality of being a combined force of two powerful mythical sections, the Witch-dom and Were-dom after a tragedy. An outcome of a conflict in the time of an ancestor ending in unfulfilled wishes, cumulating into the loop of the cycle where in a generation a reincarnation takes place in hopes of solving unresolved grudges without which forever love is lost. What would you do when you find out your redemption and eternal love is actually your second chance as well as the same cold blooded villain that massacred your first love and family? Marlory a charismatic solitaire grew up in an orphanage in the present world wielding great strength without proper knowledge of his lineage, living the simple life of a human as a leader in the shelter. A role which he was meant for and has been playing unconsciously. An Alpha of the Blood Crescent Moon pack of the old but senior housemate in the modern day. A chance meeting with Keana sets into motion the unraveling of painful history of betrayal, grave loss, antagonism, carried over feud unwillingly; for a resolution by this twos return into time past or continue in loop eternally. What was the Moon goddess and the mother of all Witches thinking to have made such a concession? Can the past be reversed resolved to manifestation in the present without held in bitterness for the breakage of a recursive curse leading to a happy ever after?

The story revolves around a ruthless mafioso who finds a woman buried on the ground as a sacrificial bride to the woman's townfolk's cult. He finds himself drawn to her and claims her from the grave just before she died and was instead wedded to him. Althea's fate was sealed when she became the mafioso's corpse bride. She was like a lifeless flower in a sea of blood and wrath. Men have been fawning over her ever since she remembered, and it was revealed that she was an actual human cursed by her own mother after the man who impregnated her left her to rot. She was like a human succubus, drawing men to her until they became crazy enough to kill her. And every time Althea is killed, a new Althea comes to life as though, the curse goes on and on. It is revealed later on that throughout the world, there have been more than thousands of Altheas enough to dominate the world in secret. At the end of the story, the mafioso due to the curse would kill his wife, only to be killed as well by another Althea who had been watching on the sidelines all this time. She goes back to visit her mother who had been brought to the mental asylum only to laugh hysterical at the term, 'monster'.

My blood ran cold. Not just because of the words, they’d done worse than the scheme. They mocked me. Rewrote my pain as a punchline. Danced on the grave of my dignity like it was confetti. I staggered back from the door, suddenly aware of how my hands were trembling. Of how my chest rose and fell like I was still being dragged underwater. I could still feel it, the betrayal. The nights I cried myself sick. The baby. The blood. The gaslighting. The cold stares. The silence. No, this wasn’t just a memory. It was a resurrection. I pressed my hand to my chest, grounding myself. This body? This moment? It was mine now. Not theirs. Not his. If this was a curse, I’d break it. If this was a second chance? I’d weaponize it. Let them laugh. Let them bask in their borrowed joy. Because from this moment on, I’m not playing the quiet, obedient pawn. I’m the storm they tried to silence. The reckoning wrapped in silk and scars. They don’t deserve peace. Not after what they did to me. I’ll make them feel it. The same agony, the same betrayal. No, worse. Double. And the Kensingtons? Oh, they won’t be spared either. Their blood's just as soaked in my suffering. I lived by their rules in my last life. In this one? They live by mine. And mercy? Yeah, I left that behind in the last timeline.

La veille du mariage, l'amie d'enfance de mon fiancé m'a percutée et j'ai eu une hémorragie grave, ma vie a été mise en danger. Ma meilleure amie lui a téléphoné, mais mon fiancé n'a pas répondu. Il a seulement laissé un message. « Élise a attrapé un rhume, je n'ai pas le temps. » Mon amie a ensuite appelé son petit ami, un acteur très influent. Mais il a dit : « Élise est malade, c'est à ce moment-là qu'elle a le plus besoin de moi. » Après avoir été opérée et réanimée toute la nuit. Nous nous sommes regardées dans la chambre d'hôpital et avons dit d'une seule voix : « Je ne veux plus me marier. » Mais nous ne nous sommes pas attendues à ça : Quand les deux hommes ont reçu l'annonce de l'annulation du mariage, ils ont complètement perdu la tête.

Sophie thought she had everything she ever wanted—an incredible life and a boyfriend, Aaron, who was her entire world. Or so she believed. After all the sacrifices and unwavering love she gave him, Aaron repaid her with the ultimate betrayal. He didn’t just cheat—he had the audacity to look down on her afterward, completely unremorseful. Should Sophie crumble in heartbreak and misery? Absolutely not. If Aaron thought he could discard her, he was dead wrong. And what better way to reclaim her power than by using his irresistibly powerful uncle? It wasn’t her original plan, but marrying Damien Cavanaugh turned out to be the best impulsive decision she had ever made. And her heart? That belongs to no one. Not ever again. And Damien Cavernaugh? He new Sophie before she even knew herself, and he's something dangerous she was never meant to collide with. What happens when their unknowingly intertwined lives spiral into something unpredictable? Will Sophie ever be able to stand the dark past and grave secrets of the man she thought she could simply use to get back at her ex? _________________ This book is a sequel of “Mommy, Please Spare Daddy!” Though it can be read as a standalone.

"Elijah, please spare my honor! I didn't kill Sophia," Amber pleaded, lying naked on the bed, tears streaming down her face. Elijah kissed her body, but his eyes burned with anger, as if he wanted to destroy the timid girl before him. "From now on, you'll spend every night in my bed, like my own personal whore," he declared, his anger evident, intending to make her suffer in front of me. "But what have I done? Why are you doing this to me?" Amber cried, her dignity shattered. She looked at Elijah, still in disbelief that she had been in love with such a monster for years. "You've committed a grave sin, and your sinful body will pay for it every day and night. I promise to make you miserable," Elijah's eyes blazed with anger as his hands moved painfully across Amber's body. Elijah was the handsome alpha of the Red Blood Pack, known for his brutality and one thing only: revenge. Amber was the beautiful daughter of the Alpha of the Moon Shine Pack, and she had been madly in love with Alpha Elijah for years. So, what happened suddenly to cause Alpha Elijah to break Amber's heart like this?

I've had a crush on my fiancée for years, and we're finally about to get married. Yet I'm willing to jump off a building just to avoid marrying her—all because I've been reborn. In my past life, she and I were married for over two decades. We were the perfect couple in everyone's eyes. However, the fairy tale came to an abrupt end on our 25th wedding anniversary. She took her own life, and she did it with her true love. As I kneeled before her grave, I asked, "Did you regret marrying me?" I knew I wouldn't hear her response, so I answered myself. "I regret marrying you." When I open my eyes again, I find myself back to before the wedding happens. I decide to run away. This time, I want us to become nothing but estranged acquaintances. To my surprise, she comes to me, looking like she's terminally ill. She says, "I've never regretted marrying you. Whether in this lifetime or the past, you're the only one I've ever wanted to marry."