Novel & Cerita Centre And Center

One maiden, one Luna, one drop-dead gorgeous Alpha from hell. It is all Elizabeth Milkhart can think about when she is summoned to the dreaded Blackwood Castle to be a surrogate mate for the infertile Luna, Cassandra Blackwood. Elizabeth believes it had to have been a misunderstanding, humans in the dreaded castle were unheard of, and yet, there she was, bending over and being probed and dressed by the royal consorts for the mysterious Alpha’s viewing. Her presence in the pack causes tension and it is all Elizabeth can do not to run to the hills screaming as she is thrust deeper and deeper into the web of lies and deceit that shrouded the castle, at the center of which was Ezra Blackwood. She knew he wasn't good for her, and yet, Elizabeth finds that try as she might, she just couldn't get the brooding werewolf King with searing gray eyes out of her head. Wild, Quiet, and blonde. That was how Alpha Ezra Blackwood liked his women. It was what had made him settle for the love-torn marriage with Princess Cassandra. He is content to drink his mornings and sulk his nights away until the ravishing redhead falls right into his lap. Literally. Elizabeth Milkhart is the only human the powerful Alpha can't seem to get out of his mind, even when he knows he is bad for her. In and Out like the other surrogates, that was all she had to do right? Wrong. Ezra finds himself falling for the human before long, a fate he wouldn't admit even to himself, vowing to destroy her utterly before it happens and she him.

Five years after I rejected my mate, Shawn, he had become the Lycan King — and most importantly, he now had a beautiful mate. During the Werewolf Alumni Reunion, someone suddenly brought me up. “What’s Kendra been busy with? She hasn’t shown up at a single reunion in years.” Someone sneered. “She’s too busy seducing alphas from other packs — on airplanes.” “On airplanes?” “Yeah. She’s a werewolf flight attendant with FullMoon Airways. They cater to alphas and lunas from all kinds of packs. I’ve seen her on board before. You wouldn’t believe how flattering she acts around those prestigious wolves.” “Really? Kendra’s a werewolf attendant? No surprise — she’s always dreamed of being claimed by some single alpha.” Hearing that, Shawn, sitting at the center of the table, flinched slightly. His fists tightened. “A werewolf attendant?” he murmured. “Yeah, Shawn... but haven’t you gotten over her by now? It’s been years.” He froze for a second, then quickly composed himself and held his mate’s hand beside him. Everyone’s attention turned to the flickering moonstone ring on her finger. “I’ve long forgotten her,” he said flatly. “Come to my bonding ceremony next month. There will be a sacred ritual at the temple.” “Wow...” Applause filled the hall. But only I, whose soul had been drifting in the air all along, slowly lowered my head upon hearing the news.

I married my vampire husband ten years ago and gave him a half-blood heir, abandoning my career as a painter to become a full-time mother. Fortunately, my son inherited my talent. At just six years old, he held his first solo art exhibition, inspired by the theme "My Mother." But he never let me attend, and he never let me see his paintings. My husband said my presence would make Luke nervous---that I should stay home and do the housework as a good wife and mother, and wait for them to come back. I told myself he was just young and didn't know better, that he was only pushing back against my discipline, not truly rejecting me. Until the day I snuck into the gallery wearing a surgical mask pulled low. In the center of the crowd, my husband held our son's hand while tenderly pulling a woman in a red dress into his arms. He turned to the guests and announced: "This is Luke's mother---my wife." The three of them stood together, beaming with perfect happiness. And I---the one who'd stayed up all night setting up this exhibition---stood before the paintings while not a single person recognized me. That was when I finally understood. My seemingly gentle, caring vampire husband had long ago given our son a replacement mother. And I was nothing more than the human nanny who'd served her purpose by producing an heir.

Accused of stealing recipes from my own sister, Cora, I was ruthlessly cast out from the healing center—by my own fated mate, the Alpha Kellan. So I came home to my grandma's herb farm. Riding my wild horse, Shadow, wherever the hell we want to go. But now the whole pack is scrambling to find me. In my past life, at the Alliance's Grand Potion Competition, my sister always managed to submit the exact same rare potion recipes as me, just a little bit earlier. They all called me a shameless thief, a plagiarist who stole my own sister's work. Even my own parents got on stage to vouch for her. And Kellan... he threw the exile order in my face. His eyes were ice. He stripped me of my title for "dishonoring the pack" and shattered our mate bond right in front of everyone. The agony tore my soul apart. I wanted to die. My family called me a disgrace and cast me out. The betrayal shattered my wolf. I lost my mind. In the end, one of her fanatics shot me dead in the street. A silver bullet laced with wolfsbane. As I died, I still couldn't understand how she could get inside my head and steal my recipes. Then I opened my eyes. I was back. The day before the competition. This time, my mind is filled with nothing but the wild. Let's see what kind of potion my 'genius' sister can come up with now.

In a world ruled by dominance, Kael Azure is an anomaly. Known as the Blue Alpha, Kael does not lead through fear or violence. He leads by carrying what others cannot — grief, rage, guilt, secrets. The burdens of entire packs settle into him, turning his power inward and his eyes an unmistakable shade of blue. Packs prosper under his watch, but legends warn that Blue Alphas never last. When Iria Vale, a displaced outsider with no loyalty to any pack, seeks refuge within Kael’s territory, she disrupts a balance no one knew was fragile. Unlike others, Iria is untouched by Kael’s power. Her pain does not sink into him. Her presence does not lighten his load. Instead, she sees him clearly — not as a ruler, but as a man being consumed by responsibility. As rival alphas grow uneasy and pack elders begin to conspire, Kael finds himself under increasing political pressure. His restraint is mistaken for weakness. His existence threatens a system built on dominance. And Iria, unintentionally, becomes a symbol of that threat. When Kael disappears without warning, the packs descend into chaos. Accused of manipulation, hunted for answers, and forced into the center of a power vacuum she never wanted, Iria must navigate ruthless pack politics while uncovering the truth behind Blue Alphas — why they vanish, and what they become when they stay too long. But the greatest danger is not Kael’s enemies. It is the possibility that loving him may require letting him remain lost. BLUE ALPHA is a slow-burn paranormal fantasy about power, endurance, and the cost of leadership — a story that asks whether strength lies in control, or in knowing when to walk away.

Isang malaking iskandalo ang yumanig sa buhay ni Gracie sa mismong birthday celebration ng step-father niyang si Armand Luistro. Sa kalagitnaan ng magarbong party ay biglang ipinalabas sa led screen ang isang scandalous video kung saan siya ang naroon at may kasama siya na isang lalaki. Nasa aktong pagtatalik ang tagpong napanood ng maraming bisita. At ang lalaking kasiping niya ay ang boyfriend ng kanyang wicked half-sister na si Tatiana. Hindi niya akalain na ganoon pala ang planong paghihiganti ni Narita sa kapatid niya kung saan nakipagtulungan siya sa una. Dahil sa malaking kahihiyan ay itinakwil siya ng sariling ina at pinalayas siya ni Armand sa buhay at pamamahay ng mga ito. Nakasumpong siya sa ng bagong yugto ng buhay sa may kalayuang bayan ng Lopez Quezon. Nagkaroon siya ng trabaho sa isang event center at part-time emcee rin siya. Nang matanggap siyang site manager sa bagong dini-develop na subdivision sa nasabing bayan, nakilala niya ang boss niya na si Oliver Wright. Isang cold hearted na lalaki na na nagpapadagdag appeal sa kagwapuhang taglay nito. Hindi mapigilang humanga ni Gracie sa binatang boss. Ngunit ito pala ay isa sa mga anino ng kahapong nagtakwil sa kanya noon. Susubukin n’on ang pagkakalapit nila sa isa’t isa at lumalambot na puso sa kanya ni Oliver.

"Hey, beautiful." I turned around slowly to see a guy approaching me from the party. "I'm not interested." "But, I am." He cackled. "Well, that's too bad, huh?" I laughed, leaning against the wall as my vision cleared a bit. "Shut up." "And why should she listen to you?" That's when I noticed Tyson leaning against the refrigerator with his arms crossed over his chest. "And who might you be?" The guy turned to face Tyson instead of me. "Her boyfriend?" "No, but I'm the guy who just fucked your mom, and she said I should tell you how much she enjoyed it since your father can't compare." "You're a dead man walking, punk!" The guy charged at Tyson. And next thing I knew, Tyson was pulling the guy up from the floor by his shirt and shoving him towards the exit, effortlessly. I smirked. ☆☆☆☆ Ashley, the daughter of a millionaire, moves to a new city and hopes for a fresh start. With her sharp wit, she often finds herself at the center of school drama, not by choice, but by circumstances. Intent on maintaining a low profile at her new campus, her plan quickly falls apart when she mistakenly parks her bike in a reserved spot. Tyson, the school's notorious bad boy, is not just a troublemaker, but he's the youngest gang leader to be a part of a powerful mafia, feared by many but understood by few. Despite his fearsome reputation in the streets while other leaders might see him as a mere boy, Tyson is fiercely loyal to his inner circle, showing a side of him that few ever see. What will happen when their paths cross? ☆☆☆☆ "𝑫𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎." ☆☆☆☆

After Iris Miller ditches me at the altar for the seventh time just to be with her childhood sweetheart, Aaron Trent, the Millers personally show up on my doorstep so that they can apologize to me properly. "We'll add on another 11 pounds of gold, three buildings in the south-western district, and nine stores located in prime locations of the city center on top of the current list of wedding gifts in order to make it up to you." Before Daniel Miller is done speaking, Iris, who's listening to the conversation from her phone, lets out a light scoff. "As if Jasper deserves all these gifts. Believe me when I say I'll have him eating out of the palm of my hand with just a pebble I randomly pick up on the street. Grandpa, I might as well invest these wedding gifts in Aaron's art gallery." Daniel quickly ends the call before looking at me in embarrassment. Soft mocking laughter rings out around me. Everyone is waiting for me to quietly endure all the humiliation, just like before. But I've already received such compensation six times in the past. I'm no longer interested in them. Heck, I'm no longer interested in Iris as well. After thinking for a moment, I glance at the crowd with a raised brow, where I find myself staring at Taylor Miller, Iris' most hated half-sister due to her illegitimate lineage. "Mr. Miller Senior, you mentioned that whoever I marry will become the future heiress of the Miller family. This promise still stands, right?" It's fine if Iris refuses to marry me. Plenty of women are dying to marry me anyway.

🩸 SYNOPSIS – Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha In a world where power is ruled by blood, loyalty is bought with fear, and monsters walk among humans… one wrong night changes everything. Amara Vale was never meant to be part of the darkness. Just an ordinary girl trying to survive, her life shatters the moment she witnesses a brutal mafia execution—an act that marks her for death. Hunted, broken, and bleeding, she runs… but there is no escaping men who own the night. Until she falls into the hands of something more dangerous. Lucian Vex Nightshade is not just a mafia lord—he is an Alpha King, ruler of a hidden werewolf empire built on dominance, violence, and absolute control.Ruthless, and feared by all, Lucian does not hesitate to kill… especially not fragile humans who wander where they shouldn’t. But when he finds Amara on the brink of death, something impossible happens. Instead of killing her… he saves her. Turned against her will and thrown into a world she doesn’t understand, Amara should have become just another wolf under Lucian’s command. But she doesn’t. She fights him. Defies him. Challenges a man no one dares to question. And worse… there is something inside her. Something ancient. Something powerful. Something that makes even the most dangerous Alphas uneasy. As rival mafia empires rise, enemies close in, Amara finds herself at the center of a war she never asked for. And Lucian? He is no longer just watching her. He is obsessed. And dangerously unwilling to let her go. In a world where love is weakness and power is everything, one truth remains She was never meant to survive. He was never meant to feel. But under the blood moon… He will claim what is his.

I pushed the crown meant for the future Luna Queen to the center of the table. Right in front of my dad, Leroy Graham, I carved another name onto the cap of the crown. [Delia Graham.] My dad froze. He couldn't believe I would willingly give up the chance to become Luna Queen. Seeing the delight on his face, I smiled. In my past life, my engagement was the biggest joke in the entire northern territory's werewolf kingdom. I was rebellious, stubborn, and never relented to anyone. I loved short skirts, strong liquor, running under the moonlight, and coming back covered in dirt. If it weren't for the century-old mating rule, no one would have believed I was fit to stand beside Alpha King Lucian Kramer. For him, and for the Luna Queen's crown, I changed my ways. I put away my tight dresses, I gave away my wine collection, and I memorized royal etiquette. I learned to speak slowly at banquets, to lower my head in prayer in the Moon Goddess Shrine, and to train myself into a proper shewolf. In my past life, I tortured myself until I lost everything that made me shine. I died a little more every time I lowered my head. Now, when I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment my dad pushed the crown toward me. This time, I didn't want the crown. I didn't want Lucian, and I didn't want anyone telling me how a white werewolf should live. As for Alpha King Lucian, that arrogant and stubborn man? Whoever wanted him could have him!