Chapter At The Streets

Ruby Weston caught her mate having an affair with her sister. They twisted the facts and accused her of being a traitor. Ruby will not be silent. She has to get back at them. "Marry me!" She begs Henry, the younger brother of the Alpha who betrayed her. This is where the revenge begins.

The afterlife is another world entirely. Called "The Otherworld" for lack of agreement among the inhabitants. It's filled to the brim with the various creatures and gods of mythology. Follow Death and Lucifer as they set out on a mission to meet the "Unknown" that is leading a human uprising in this Otherworld.

Selena, a mere salesgirl at a quaint coffee shop in Laketown, leads a life of quiet simplicity. She is the second daughter of the Robinsons—amiable, principled, and respected members of the Redbone Pack. The pack is ruled with an iron fist by Alpha Wilson Smith, an untouchable billionaire known for his arrogance and fierce recalcitrance. The gulf between Selena and Wilson is vast—defined by age, status, and power. A romantic entanglement between them seems not just improbable, but absurd. Yet, fate, with its penchant for irony, has a ludicrous twist in store. The cold war between them rages for years, an unspoken battle of wills. Selena, with her fiery spirit, finds Wilson’s arrogance insufferable, cringing at his every attempt to assert his dominance. Yet, Wilson, instead of being repelled, is intrigued. Her resistance is a puzzle he cannot resist, a challenge that stirs something deep within him. This low-born girl from Laketown, with no claim to fame or fortune, inexplicably fascinates him. As their paths cross repeatedly, the tension between them grows electric, charged with a mix of disdain and undeniable attraction. And then, in the most dramatic of revelations, they discover they are fated to be mated for life. The bond, as undeniable as it is inconvenient, shatters their defenses. Wilson realizes that his obsession with Selena’s defiance is more than a passing interest. But just as they begin to navigate this newfound connection, another secret surfaces—one that threatens to upend their fragile union. Wilson unearths a startling truth: Selena is not who she appears to be. This revelation casts a shadow over their relationship, raising questions that demand answers. What is hidden in Selena’s past? And how will the truth, when finally revealed, shape the destiny of the Alpha and his Luna?

While my sister was protecting me from the vampires hunting us, a blade coated with poison slit her throat. I hid in the bushes and watched the whole thing in silence. I even took the antidote from Sophia. Because of that, the poison had spread through her entire body. With her self-healing ability suppressed, she was going to die in agony. My parents found me and begged me, disregarding their dignity as leaders of the pack. "Anna! Please! Give the antidote back to Sophia!" "She needs the antidote to flush out the poison and live!" Even with my parents begging and swallowing their pride, I just held onto the antidote in my pocket tighter. "I didn't see any antidote."

"Mira!" She hears her name being called sweetly, and feels the presence of someone whose voice bring more warmth than her husband's. "Mira!!" A voice who warns her and loves her more than she could ever imagine, and a being whose unrequited love would never be. Memories of lingering attachment to a woman and a family she is unfamiliar with, and a new family with many dark secrets to hide. A repetition of history and a forbidden love that can never be. Still someone hiding in the shadows devotes himself to bringing her happiness. He who is a being with the greatest sins amongst them all. 'A devil' as they call him. Dedicates his life to her. Was history wrong, or is there more to the tale of these two.

Jasmine Victoria Arizona grew up thinking she's just normal. She entered University with her dream of becoming a published writer. And then she met Flint James Montez, a hot Business major, a schoolmate. She hated his guts and his confidence but as days pass by, she realizes that Flint is more than those adjectives being used to describe him. She fell for him, but little did she know, he fell harder. But certain things always complicate life. Jasmine and Flint can't be together. She came from a family of witches, he came from a family of werewolves. There's no way they can be together after knowing their family go way into history. Is love enough to fight for each other? Or will they let go because that's what they must do?

Blair is a vampire who just moved from Transylvania to experience human life with her foster mother in America. She met a human girl named Pryce, who hates her so much, or that's what she just thought because of their rough first encounter. Then Blair's life turned into something she never expected as the time came that she fell in love with Pryce, who turned out to be a werewolf that is about to awaken. And none of them knew that Pryce wasn't just an ordinary werewolf but the destined queen. AUTHOR'S NOTE: The sequel is named "Price Of Pryce". Also, there is a Filipino edition of this book, named "Ang Reyna At Ang Abnoy".

In a world where werewolves rule from the shadows, Rhett Blackwood is king. To hold his empire, he must forge a blood bond with a ruthless assassin who would rather kill him than kneel. But when one act of violence awakens a bond written in fate — and blood — they are thrown into a brutal war where love may be their only weapon… and their greatest curse.

Meghan's home is on the streets of New York. To stay hidden, she has to learn to trust no one and never to stay in one place for long. But they are closing in on her, and they will not rest until she stopped moving…..for good. Detective Ian Murray, received a call from an unknown source which led him into a case of 15 years ago. but it's a closed case, a man has confessed and convicted. Now, why is the mysterious caller believes the case is not solved? He wants to talk to Meghan but someone else is asking questions about her. They know she carries secrets certain powerful men want to say buried deep.

When my son was born, I noticed a small, round birthmark on his arm. But the weird thing? By the time I opened my eyes again after giving birth, it was gone. I figured maybe I'd imagined it. That is, until the baby shower. My brother-in-law's son, born the same day as mine, had the exact same birthmark. Clear as day. That's when it hit me. I didn't say a word, though. Not then. I waited. Eighteen years later, at my son's college acceptance party, my brother-in-law stood up and dropped the truth bomb: the "amazing" kid I'd raised was theirs. I just smiled and invited him and his wife to take their "rightful" seats at the table.