Novel & Cerita Clementine Letters

She was born to save bloodlines. Raised as Silver Star's first female Alpha Heir in three generations, Sabrina always knew what awaited her coming of age. Not a crown. Not a simple mate. A Harem — the males of her pack who had no mate waiting for them, chosen by duty, by tradition, and by the Goddess herself. Her word is law inside those walls. But the house built for her mates has sat empty for nearly two centuries, the traditions that govern it have been twisted beyond recognition, and not every male stepping forward is there for the right reasons. The Heart's Choice Scroll chose Riley before she could say his name out loud. Victor she chose herself. Then the letters started arriving. Three allied Alphas. Twenty-two additional males. Political agendas dressed up as goodwill, genuine desperation dressed up as diplomacy, and one rejection that left the Goddess's mark burned permanently into skin as a warning to anyone watching. Forty-seven males. One Luna. And a Harem house that hasn't seen life in nearly two centuries. She expected politics. She expected power games. She expected to manage it. She didn't expect chosen bonds to grow faster than fated ones. Duty was never supposed to feel like this.

In the world of werewolves, tradition is everything. Ancient customs, passed down through generations, dictate that females endure brutal mating ceremonies, leaving them scarred both physically and emotionally. When Celeste faces her own impending mating, she makes a daring choice: to escape the pack and forge her own path. Only days before her Hunt, she runs away to the Marines. The next Alpha of the Crystal River Pack can scent his mate while he is at the Hunt at the Silver Lake Pack. Yet he can't find her. The new Alpha warns Wyatt that if he chases after Celeste, she will run from him. He courts her through old fashioned letters carefully orchestrated through her brother. While he is in the Navy and she's in the Marines, they cross paths, but he keeps his distance. Will she manage to break free from the oppressive traditions that have claimed so many before her, or will the relentless pull of her family and heritage drag her back? The Hunt chronicles the terrifying mating rituals of the werewolves. However, interwoven in a story of masochism, true love is born. Are the bonds of love, friendship, and the fight against tradition strong enough to save Celeste? Find out in this moving narrative about challenging the status quo and the courage it takes to forge a new destiny.

Just when he thought he'd never see her again, she appeared right in front of him. His composure in check, he wondered, could she still recognise him? ____________________________ Many years had passed since high school and Amanda had finally attained the life she had longed to have. A fancy condo, flashy cars and a successful career as an actress in Hollywood. Did I forget to mention a sexy, chocolate skin fiancé? Who manage to steal the spotlight every time just by doing nothing and also did he claim the attention of females with just his smile. Well, that was Troy Humphrey. A mesmerizing creature in the skin of an actor, adored by everyone. He had managed to make Amanda feel inferior to him whenever they walk the red carpet of fame but still, he never failed to professed his love for her publicly. Amanda never minded walking in his shadow but something was about to strike her hard. Hard enough to influence her decision and put her in harm's way. Being a celebrity was not as rosy as she thought and fate was not too far from sight. Seducing her deeply into it path, revealing what was almost forgotten-the old flame burning the letters of her heart. Can Amanda survive this at the end? Find out in the thrilling Chapters of SEE ME TOO. Enjoy.........

Tracy Brooks was the only survivor of a fatal car accident that involved her and her parents. She grew up as an orphan child in the care of Mr Edward Parker - a billionaire. Naive, she thought Mr Edward Parker had been too kind after the passing of her parents. So when he arranged for her to marry his son Charles Parker who was against the marriage - she gladly accepted. Tracy had a crush on Charles since childhood, and she thought he would make a great husband. She committed three years of her life to their marriage - and during that time, she paused her dream of becoming a tv personality. Tracy's love was unrequited. She tried her best to make Charles love her. But he was done pretending. Charles finally came clear and broke her heart on no other day but her 28th birthday. The same day that marked their third wedding anniversary and also the day her parents were involved in an accident that killed her mum on the spot. "I'm done pretending. Let's put an end to this charade. I want a divorce, Tracy!" As the years progressed, Tracy became a well-known television personality. She hosted a show called "Ties That Bind." - a relationship show where she read letters from anonymous viewers who had relationship issues and needed advice and help. Her ex-husband regretted his actions and wanted her back. But there was a third party in the picture he must conquer to win her back.

“It’s our anniversary today. I planned our day together,” I declare. “I have work to do,” “But I asked your PA to clear your schedule for the day,” “That’s the thing. You made plans behind my back without talking to me about it first, Ariel,” He then walks past me and walks out of the closet. “I thought I was doing something nice for you – for us at least. You have always worked so hard, so at least take this day off with me. We never got to celebrate our wedding anniversary,” I rebuke. He decides not to say anything. He opens his bag on the couch facing our bed and takes out a white A4 envelope, tossing it on the little table in the middle of our room. “Is it so hard for you to read the room all the time? How would you celebrate a wedding anniversary when there is no love between us? Are you not tired of all this pretence because I am!" He chastises. "That’s for you. Sign it so that we can get it over and done with,” With that said, he puts on his black sunglasses and walks out of the room. Only then do I breathe out the air I didn’t even know I was holding. I’m confused and, most of all, hurt. I didn’t see this coming. I drop my eyes on the envelope with bold printed letters of the name of the law firm our lawyer works at.

“I didn't think you'd come,” Mason Remington said. Lisa's breathing slowly increased as she tightly gripped the contract in her hands. It was already rumpled from the many times she'd read it, playing its letters like a movie in her head, over and over. Was she honestly considering it? She had a boyfriend. And even though she had always wanted Mason, craved him for years, he was her brother's best friend, who before today had never thought of her as anything other than a little sister. She knew what he wanted and what she'd be getting into if she went through with this, but all those thoughts seemed to vanish as she made her way into his office. Mason closed the distance between them, drawing her close with his hands to her waist and closing the door forcefully behind her. He now had her in his arms, giving her a small smile before crushing his mouth to hers, shutting her up before she could say anything. His hands moved up her back and crushed her tiny body against his, causing a quiet moan from her. He kissed her as though he was hungry for her. It wasn't just a show of power but desire. And with every brush of his tongue against hers, she knew all too well, that there was no way on earth she could say no to his proposal.

When Selovia's soldiers seized me, I sent Leon ninety-nine letters, each one begging for rescue. He tore them apart. "I sent Aya back to her duchy after she struck Mira—but I gave her my finest escort. Selovia could not have touched her." A sharp breath. "I allowed Mira the ceremonial gown, nothing more. And now Aya makes a spectacle to win back my favor. It shames her." He paced once, restless. "Mira's brother died protecting me. He was my Captain of the Royal Guard. I swore to guard her in his place. Tell Aya this—no matter how she rages, I will not cast Mira aside. If she keeps making a spectacle, I will delay the wedding." Three days later, he rode into Valecrest with the marriage contract in hand, ready to wed me. That same hour, Selovia's envoys delivered an ornate gift box. Leon glanced at it and exhaled. "So the dowry is prepared. All this noise was Aya stirring unrest." The lid opened. Inside— My head. From the tower, mourning bells began to toll. Slow. Heavy. Final. The chapel doors parted. The officiant stepped out, robes dark, face set in solemn lines. "Her Grace, Aya Valecrest, Duchess of Valecrest, has been returned to us. The burial rites begin at once."

"This year, there's only one spot available–and I fought hard to secure it for you. "If things don't work out with Baron Cole, I'll talk to him. You two have a strong relationship. Waiting a few years won't matter." As I stared at the application form my professor handed me, my hands would not stop trembling. In my previous life, I spent forty years married to Baron. We raised a son and a daughter. I thought that was what a complete, fulfilled life looked like. However, after he died, while sorting through his belongings, I found a box filled with letters and photographs. That was when I learned the truth–he had always loved someone else. She was his first love… and the biological daughter of the family that raised me. Back in 1984, he hid my study-abroad application, giving the opportunity to her instead. From that moment on, I became a housewife. And he devoted himself to helping the woman he loved rise–until she returned from overseas as a celebrated professor. Even my own son later turned their story into a drama, glorifying their restrained, enduring love. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I first received that application form. This time, I did not hesitate. "Professor, I'm going abroad."

I'm the daughter of Don Falcone. After I got back from studying abroad, my family threw a welcome-home banquet, conveniently setting me up to meet the fiancé my father had handpicked for me—Santino Moretti. My father praised the guy to the skies in his letters: he was the heir to the Moretti family, elegant, ruthless, drop-dead gorgeous, and holding half the city’s underground operations in the palm of his hand. I arrived at the Elysium Hotel right on the dot. Just as I was about to take a seat, a hand shoved me hard. A woman's shrill voice pierced my ear. "Livia, what's a Sicilian peasant like you doing here? This is the Imperial Suite. Do you think you even deserve to breathe the air in a place like this?" I recognized the woman. It was Bella, a bitch who had always had it out for me back in college. She was clearly trying to humiliate me. Instead of getting mad, I smirked. "Whether I deserve to be here or not—is that for you to decide?" Bella sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm Mr. Santino's personal assistant. Today, Mr. Santino is hosting the eldest daughter of the Falcone family here. This isn't an occasion for bottom-feeding trash like you." "Be smart and crawl back to your slum." I pulled out my phone and dialed my so-called fiancé. I wanted to ask him if it was a tradition in the Moretti family to let their dogs bark at the front door.

After my husband's brother died, he took Miranda, his widowed sister-in-law in. He claimed that he would give me his love—but gave all his money to her. He said that since she had no official status, being with him would make her the subject of gossip, so he took her with him and left me behind in the countryside. Every month, he wrote me three love letters, yet sent all his allowance to her. During the famine, she and her two children sat in a warm little house eating well, while my two children died before I could return from selling my blood. One froze to death, the other starved to death. Later, my husband finally came back, but he didn’t shed a single tear for the children. Instead, he told me he wanted a divorce. "Nathalie, to apply for housing, we need a marriage certificate. It hasn’t been easy for Miranda all these years. I want to give her a home. Don’t worry, even if I marry her, I’ll still divorce her afterward—because you’re the only one I love." In the end, I was devastated and threw myself into the icy river. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my children were about to die. This time, I shook them awake, ready to go reclaim everything that was rightfully mine.