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Lucien Dubois. The Alpha's second son. Never feeling good enough for his brother, his parents or his pack. A man who has worked his whole life to become Alpha, until that day comes and he finds out that no matter his hard work it would never be his... Nothing would ever be JUST HIS... Until a certain brown haired beauty who is hiding from her own problems is thrown smack dab in the middle of his life... Monica Rodriguez... A single mom on the run from an abusive husband... Two sweet children in tow, she takes shelter in a small secluded forest town... Constantly looking over her shoulder, doing what she can to get by and praying to God she isn't found, at least not by who she is hiding from. Meeting a sweet and handsome butcher in her small town, who has done everyrhing he can to make her feel safe, turns into something way more she wasn't prepared for. What happens when who she is running from finds her? Read The Alpha's Sacred Oath to find out!

Daisy Brown has one rule about Dexter Hart, stay away from him. He is her best friend’s older brother, a shameless rake who collects women and leaves them without a second thought. Easy enough to avoid. Until a tipsy night during her staycation at Ivy’s apartment lands her in his bed and turns everything upside down. She calls it a mistake. He calls it a beginning. Dexter doesn’t do commitment. He watched his parents’ marriage collapse and decided love was a losing game. But Daisy is different and that terrifies him more than he will ever admit. Now they are living under the same roof, pretending nothing happened, while everything crackles between them. With Casper King steady, warm, and openly pursuing Daisy threatening to make Dexter’s decision for him, and Lily Andrews, Dexter’s scheming ex, working quietly in the background to burn it all down, the pressure builds until something has to give. Daisy walks away first. And for the first time in his life, Dexter Hart chases someone. Some mistakes are worth making twice.

My face collide with a hard surface, I look up frightful, his brown orbs holds me captive as he looks down at my trouble form. His brow frowning at the sight of me. He sniff the air, I feel myself tense up.The skin contact makes the pain more bearable. His strong arms encircle around my body, securing me in place. "Who did this?" he thunders I can only look puzzle, he gives me a warning look. "Guard" I whisper The Alpha chest vibrates rising and falling with unknown rage. An animalistic growl sounds from his lips. Servant are gathered around speaking in hush whisper. He hands me over to someone, I whine catching his eyes, he breaths softly and touch my hand gently before stalking off. ***************************************** Vivian life is thrown into a mystery. After being brutal punished by the village chief. She wake up one day and finds herself in and unknown mansion. Filled with secrets and strange phenomenon. She hopes to survive it all. All Rights Reserved @ 2022

Stephen was getting hit by a shoe in the morning by his mother and his father shouting at him "When were you planning to tell us that you are engaged to this girl" "I told you I don't even know her, I met her yesterday while was on my way to work" "Excuse me you propose to me when I saved you from drowning 13 years ago," said Antonia "What?!? When did you drown?!?" said Eliza, Stephen's mother "look woman you got the wrong person," said Stephen frustratedly "Aren't you Stephen Brown?" "Yes" "And your 22 years old and your birthdate is March 16, am I right?" "Yes" "And you went to Vermont primary school in Vermont" "Yes" "Well, I don't think I got the wrong person, you are my fiancé" ‘Who is this girl? where did she come from? how did she know all these informations about me? and it seems like she knows even more than that. Why is this happening to me? It's too dang early for this’ thought Stephen

Adela Montes It took one night. One night of a thoughtless action to irrevocably change my life. One moment, I'm at my father's house going to college and socializing. The next, I'm stuck with a MAFIA boss and his son. One who despises me with every fiber of his being. Stephano Mendoza I was beyond irritated when she interrupted. Large doe eyes, ink-black hair, and a very wide mouth. She disrupts the silence, even when she says nothing. Because it's just her personality. And I hate it. I hate her. But Vince gives zero fucks because, while one moment she's a rat's daughter, the next, she's my wife. My fucking wife.

“Zelle, don’t worry, I’ll protect you!” Zach caressed her hair as tears fell on her cheeks.   “Y-you—you are not my knight in shining armor… This is not a fairytale!”    Aaron held her hand away from Zach. “I can be your prince if you want to...”    Zelle fell on her knees bursting into tears, “Please stop! I—I don’t want to see you two in one of those boxes too!”   18 people she cares about… 18 days left before her 18th birthday… Each day onward she receives bloody gifts containing disembodied parts… Which candle our Little Zelle will blow on the day of her birthday? “Happy Birthday to me…” ~~~~ * Original Novel * Original Book Cover * Copyrights Reserved

Eventually, Asher stopped singing when he saw the woman standing in front of him, and the band stopped playing as well. He thought it was just one of his admirers or fans. He glanced at the crushed woman who was unable to stand. He wore a casual black shirt and pants, his hair was long, his skin was white, and surprisingly one basic. He even leaned in closer to her before speaking. "Hello ! I know you, those face-cheating ladies! Haya said aloud. "What?" Asher asked in shock. "You attractive men always harbor false desires for women, later on time they have passionate feelings for you, you will go! You are so awesome! You dare!" Haya shouted angrily. "Come on Haya" Tora shouted, as he tried to grab Haya by the arm, but Haya went wild.

After wrapping up a book signing out of town, I received a message from a friend on the way home. "This personal trainer is something else. He can do all kinds of things with an exercise ball." He also sent me a Live Photo. In the Live Photo, a woman was lying on an exercise ball, pinned down by a man. Her hair was covering her face. In the Live Photo that was a second long, I heard a familiar moan. I called my fiancée. "Where are you?" Her voice was a bit hoarse, "I'm training with an exercise ball at the neighborhood gym, babe. I have a big surprise waiting for you when you get home." I snorted and said, real slow, "How about I give you a big surprise right now? Open the door!"

On the day we were supposed to get engaged, my fiancé, Marco, married the Don's daughter. My father was framed and thrown in jail. I needed five million dollars to get him out. Then Marco found me. "Be my mistress," he offered, "and I'll save your father." I smiled and turned to the man lurking in the shadows, a man known for his power, brutality, and his stone-cold heart. They said the king of the underworld never let a woman spend the night. But with me, he buried his head in my hair, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist. The floor-to-ceiling windows, the mahogany desk, and the ornate carved bed all became our battlegrounds. And there was one thing I forgot to tell Marco. The man I was with was Dante Landini, the cold-blooded Don of the Landini family, who was Marco's soon-to-be father-in-law.

Three years of marriage, and I'd become known in our social circle as the ultimate doormat. My husband staying out all night, his silent treatment, bringing his first love home to flaunt in my face—through it all, I'd smile and make him hangover soup, keeping the house spotless. Everyone thought I loved him to the point of madness. Even he believed it. Until the day of the divorce, when he begged me with tears in his eyes not to leave—and then watched "me" collapse rigid to the floor after a power outage, revealing a charging port on the back of my neck. He lost his mind. Meanwhile, the real me was lying on a beach in the Maldives, running my fingers through the hair of a gorgeous twenty-something with a six-pack, cheerfully pressing the "factory reset" button.