Coca Cola Subliminal Message

I was Alpha Damon’s Head Beta. For six years, I had been his partner in bed and his second-in-command. When he announced our mating ceremony, the entire pack celebrated. My dream was finally within reach. But then, outside his private trophy room, I heard him bragging about his “Luna trials.” And just like that, I learned the truth. I wasn’t his one and only. I was one of thirty candidates. He’d spent a month with each of us, grading our bodies, our submission, our performance. My score? Lower than an Omega’s. Lower than Lydia’s. “Fucking Lydia was incredible,” he boasted. “I could barely pull myself away. Then I look at Elysia—so stiff, so in control—and I’m just… bored.” Ice flooded my veins. My body went numb. Six years of devotion. Countless nights tangled in his sheets. It all meant less than a cheap thrill and a wolf who knew how to kneel. My heartbreak hardened into ice. I sent a message to an Alpha who had wanted me long ago. “Adrian, you once said your offer to mate was a standing one. Does it still stand? Damon and I are over now.”

Sapphire's face went covered in sweat as she saw the video. Immediately there popped a message getting her stilled in a matter of seconds. "If you want to see the truth with your own eyes, come to the paradise apartment flat number 505." She scurried to her car and asked the driver to drive, giving him the location. Opening the envelope that was delivered to her, she took out the key with trembling fingers and put it in the keyhole to twist it. The entrance unlocked and her pulse quivered her throat. Tiptoeing, she rubbed her palms to her long skirt to clean the sweat and gingerly open the bedroom door. And..... Few minutes later... "My love, I have been dying not being able to see you. Where did you go without informing anyone? If not for the jammer installed in your mobile..." Carlos shook his head and his lips landed on her neck. He bit her, sucked her there with a yearn of passion making his mark. "Do not do such crazy things." His breath was ragged after the bite, covered with desire but at the same time with a kind of control and power. Moving closer, he shifted her head up and then kissed her in wantonness, lust and most importantly in an undying love. PS This book has two parts in it. (sequel and prequel)

I was on a business trip out of town when I got a text from my neighbor. [Can you and your husband keep it down? Also, one of your undies fell onto my balcony.] Shocked, I opened the photo she had sent. The underwear wasn't even my style, but it matched the one I'd seen in my husband's online shopping cart. He'd told me it was a gift for me, but I remember noticing the size—it was one size larger than mine. When confronted with the neighbor's message, my husband swore that the house must've been broken into and claimed the intruder left the item behind. But something about his story didn't sit right, so I decided to dig further. That was when I stumbled upon his social media. His latest post was just three words. [I bought this.] It was paired with a photo of a lingerie gift set. Beneath it, there was a comment. [I'm wearing it.] Attached was a picture of a woman's legs—and the unmistakable background of my living room. The evidence was undeniable. I packed up the underwear and brought it straight to the police. "My husband says our house was broken into. This was left behind by the intruder, and it might have DNA on it."

Céleste Aymes était destinée à reprendre l’entreprise familiale, jusqu’à ce qu’un mauvais investissement la mène à la faillite. L’acquéreur, Julian Vale, un héritier milliardaire, devient son ennemi désigné. Alors qu’elle tente de se relever, un mystérieux message affirme que cette chute a été orchestrée. Son expéditeur lui propose un marché : infiltrer l’entreprise EverCore Ind., gagner la confiance de Julian et collecter des preuves pour le détruire. Prête à tout pour récupérer son héritage, Céleste accepte. Brillante et stratège, elle se rend vite indispensable. Mais l’homme qu’elle apprend à connaître ne ressemble en rien à celui qu’on lui a décrit. Désormais piégée entre vengeance et doute, Céleste doit choisir : poursuivre sa mission ou écouter son cœur. Entre mensonges et désirs, la vérité pourrait tout bouleverser… et lui coûter bien plus qu’elle ne l’imagine.

Mira had received an unexpected message from her husband to meet him at a hotel so they could rekindle their love, which she was happy about, but somehow she ended up in another stranger's bed, leading her to cheat on her husband. Mira goes back home to meet a divorce, and not only that, but she also discovers her husband has been cheating on her with her step-sister, and they both tricked her into signing her inheritance over to them. She was humiliated and thrown out of the house only for her to be saved, but her savior turned out to be the man she had a nightstand with, and he was proposing to her a contract marriage and a chance to get revenge on all those who hurt her. Should she accept it? Could she trust him? 5 years later, she returned to New York City with her little Triplets kids for some business deals and to finish all that her ex-husband started. EXCEPT. "What the were you doing with my brother you !" Ken yells, fury obvious through his orbs as he clenches his hand into a fist, veins almost bulging out of his forehead. "Isn't it obvious?" I throw back his question, my lips curling into a smile. "Dear Ex-husband, Why Don't You Call Me Sister-in-law?"

"You're no daughter of this pack," my mother hissed, her golden eyes flashing in the firelight. "If you can't support your Alpha sister, then get out." I should have seen it coming. In the Ashveil Pack, family means everything—unless you're me. Vera Darkthorne, the disappointment. While my perfect sister Eris got the love, the title, even my mate Cain, I got a mating ceremony where nobody showed up. Not even the man who swore he'd always be mine. That night, I ran. Now I've built a new life in Berlin's underground werewolf syndicate, where strength is the only law that matters. I've learned to fight, to lead, to make wolves twice my size back down with just a look. But when a message comes that Eris's dying, the pack demands my return. "Come home, Vera," my father's voice crackles through the phone. "Your sister needs you." I almost laugh. After everything? But this time, I'm not the weak wolf they left behind. This time, I have fangs of my own. And when wolves hunt you down, you don't run—you rip their throats out first.

After she laid unconscious on Zach's cold body, she unpredictably once had this strange dream. A man who sends her a message that is not legible, but surely giving clue about Zach. The context that's not written in the alphabet made her even more confused. As the words started to fly around her head; full of questions with lack of answers. She began to be curious not just about what the letter says but also about herself. It feels strange, but not. It feels like she just lost someone who's exceptional to her. She's grieving and finding the love of a father, the care of a brother, and the unending worry of a mother. Her true identity begun to hunt her, a true identity that she didn't know it's existing. With emptiness and the feeling of melancholy in her heart, one day, she woke up in a different room surrounded by white walls, quiet hallways, chemical scented places, life monitors, ventilators, and people who are shouting and yelling for help to save and revive their love ones. Knees bent down on the floor, tears falling to their cheeks while both hands are clasps, begging for help. What will happen to her after losing the man she loves? What will happen after knowing the truth? Will she still be able to accept it, or throw it away? Will she still be able to forgive who betrayed her, for the second time, or will she picks to understand again its reason?

Le jour où mon père et son ex sont apparus à un gala et sont devenus un sujet brûlant sur les réseaux, tout le monde se moquait de ma mère. Elle avait sacrifié une brillante carrière pour entrer dans une famille puissante, mais après trente ans, elle n'avait ni statut ni reconnaissance. Elle n'avait même pas le courage de reprocher quoi que ce soit à la maîtresse. Après une crise de larmes, ma mère m'a regardée, épuisée. « C'est lui qui m'a trahie en premier, alors je ne veux plus de lui. » « Rosalie, tu veux partir avec moi ? » C'est à ce moment-là que j'ai reçu un message de mon copain, avec qui j'étais depuis sept ans. « Rosalie, ce n'est qu'un papier à signer. Tu peux rester ma copine, non ? » Je suis restée silencieuse quelques secondes, puis j'ai hoché la tête. Alors, le jour même de leur mariage, ma mère et moi avons disparu dans l'incendie de la villa.

“Mahal kita… kaya kita itatago sa mundo.” China Asuncion was just looking for a stable job—hindi fairy tale, lalo na hindi lalaki. Pero ang universe may ibang plano. Ang mapaglarong tadhana dinala siya kay Gabriel Buenavista. CEO. Cold-blooded billionaire. Dangerous. And absolutely off-limits. He gave her one rule: Don’t fall in love. But how do you follow that when the devil in a suit suddenly makes you his secret wife? Ngayon, kasal siya sa lalaking hindi puwedeng aminin sa mundo. A ghost bride. A hidden queen. Pero may mga matang nakamasid. Isang larawan ang lumabas—at isang banta ang dumating na kailangan nilang harapin. “Put her back where she belongs… or we will.” As enemies close in, secrets from Gabriel’s past start to resurface—dark, bloody, and lethal. China must decide: is love worth dying for? In a world built on lies, wealth, and power, ang pinaka-delikado palang sandata… ay ang pusong umiibig. Kakayanin bang harapin ng mga puso nila ang mga panganib at bantamg pabugsong sumasalakay sa kanila? But just when they thought they could escape— China vanishes. Nakakawindang.Biglaan. No note. No warning. Just blood on her wedding ring... And a message carved on Gabriel’s penthouse mirror: “You should’ve kept her hidden.”

In my previous life, my brother Elliot Quinn's close female friend, Ava Sutton, told him she wanted to camp on the mountaintop and watch the stars. Wanting privacy, he took all the bodyguards from home with him. Unexpectedly, the rival whom Elliot had once humiliated took the opportunity to break into the house seeking revenge. My pregnant sister-in-law fought to protect me with everything she had, while my three-year-old nephew got hurt badly trying to save me. I called Elliot over and over, begging him to come home. Knowing that the situation at home was urgent, he had no choice but to leave Ava Sutton behind and rush back. Elliot's rival was captured, but from the mountaintop came terrible news. Ava had vanished after sending her last message. "I know your sister and wife have been waiting for me to die. Well, they got what they wanted." Elliot coldly deleted the message and told me not to overthink it. Afterward, Dad punished him, and he lost control of the family business. But after the corporate gala, while I was in the backyard, Elliot killed me mercilessly. His face was cold and cruel as he said, "You're the one who made me come back. That's why Ava died. Go and make amends to her!" When I open my eyes again, the front gate of the villa echoes with the voice of Elliot's rival.