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After my husband's first love, Sydney Edwards, used me as a walking blood bank, I died in the run-down rental apartment my billionaire husband, Casper Hawthorne, had tossed me into like it was a blessing for me. Today was the third day since I had died. My six-year-old son, Adam, finally realized something was wrong. He had cut his finger while playing with his toys, yet I did not comfort him. He tore open a packet of crackers and raised one to my mouth to feed me, but I did not stop him. He lay in my arms, clutching my clothes and whispering for me. Still, I did not answer. Lost and panicking, he found my phone and called his father, Casper. "Dad, why is Mom still sleeping?" The man sent back a photo of himself having New Year's Eve dinner with Sydney and said in a cold voice, "She's just sleeping, she's not dead. Today is New Year's Eve. I'm busy. Tell that clueless mom of yours that when she's ready to admit she was wrong, she can come and look for me." After the call ended, Adam stood there frozen for a long time. He picked up the last biscuit in the rental apartment from the trash can, broke it in half, and held one piece to my mouth. "Mom, let's eat too."

"I love you..." His pitch increases as rage joins in, but still, he manages to retain gentility in his voice. "...but that doesn't mean I can't slit your throat, peanut!... DON'T ANGER ME." Blood drips down my wrist as his blue eyes tore me down, I could feel my fragile, lean wrist trapped within his muscular grip. As he screamed, my heart skipped into my mouth, memories filled my head, memories on how I willingly walked into a trap set up by the devil himself. **** Cupid strikes yet again, boring a deadly arrow in her chest... Krystal Gomez begins a pursuit. Little does she know that soon, she'll become his prey.

On the night before our wedding, my fiancee, Elara Wynn, gave her first time to her first love, Drew Mercer. I left my engagement ring behind and walked away. Before I went, I posted a message on their social feed: "Hope you two get back together soon. I’m clearing the way for you." The very next second, my fiancee called. "Cassian Rowe, I just didn’t want to leave regrets in my life. Can you stop being so old-fashioned?" I answered, annoyed, that she was no longer my fiancee and had nothing to do with me. That was when she panicked.

What happens when the veil opens for someone it shouldn’t? Kaida St. Claire always thought she was just an ordinary girl, living quietly with her grandmother in a small town. But suddenly, on a day that marks the beginning of a sudden shift in the earth, she stumbles into a forest that shouldn't exist, the one that plagues her dreams, surrounded by tall trees and an ancient-looking building standing strong in the centre. Ashveil Pack. The veil that guards it has never opened for anyone, not in over a hundred years, without the Alpha’s permission. Yet, it doesn’t burn Kaida when she reaches the boundaries. Instead, it welcomes her. And the Alpha isn’t pleased. Alpha Kellan has lost a mate before and blames himself for it. He won’t taint the memories he has of her by accepting a second-chance mate, especially not with a girl with secrets in her blood. But the pull between them is undeniable. Dangerous. Kaida was never supposed to survive the purge of her bloodline. And now that she is back, seemingly clueless about who she is, every pack wants her dead. But more importantly, someone inside the Ashveil pack is already trying.

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

On Christmas Eve, our three-year-old daughter, Noelle Gilder, who has cancer, takes a turn for the worse. All she wants is for her mother, Ivana Lance, to dress as Santarina and bring her a gift. I frantically call Ivana, but she impatiently yells into the phone, saying, "Why are you calling me nonstop? I am helping Charles look for Bubbles! Do you really have to make a scene over this? If Bubbles is gone, Charles will be so heartbroken that he will not be able to sleep for days!" Bubbles? So she was looking for the dog of her first love, Charles Larsson! Suppressing my anger, I tell her that Noelle might not survive the night. She laughs disbelievingly, "Mr. Gilder, do not think for a second that I'm not aware that you've spoiled Noelle rotten! If she had not suddenly kicked Bubbles, he would not have run away. Make Noelle apologize to Charles tomorrow." After hanging up, I accompany Noelle as she spends her final Christmas Eve with tears in my eyes. The next day, Ivana publishes a post on Instagram, still looking for the dog. Meanwhile, my post is Noelle's obituary. Ten years of marriage melt away into nothingness like snow.

I have had a crush on Yannick for ten years but was too scared to confess. Then, I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. So, I tied him up and took what I wanted—again and again. His eyes burned red as he struggled. "Yulia! If you’ve got the guts, untie me!" I thought that the second I let him go, he would strangle me in fury. But instead, he flipped the script—dominating me with a raw, almost punishing intensity, not stopping for a second. "Yulia, do I look like some weakling to you? So weak that you had to drug me?"

The duchess who succumbed to madness, that would be the title she would be remembered by, Ethel didn't need any more of this, didn't want any more of this, didn't want to continue on that mortal plane that would keep taking her to a bottomless pit. But, someone brought her back, and promised her a second chance...what would she do with such a miracle?

Cassie Burch, tall school vice-principal and as of late single woman, has met the man of her dreams. Tragically, her heart isn’t prepared for another relationship after at long last dumping her useless ex. When she concurs to a casual connect, she has no thought what she’s getting herself into. Sentiment is almost to hit her harder than she ever anticipated. Alpha wolf shifter, Claw Ruiz, is anxious and can’t figure out why. He fair opened a high-end shifter club, and the novelty has as of now worn off. When his mate lurches into him, he’s more than prepared to keep her until the end of time. And he’ll do anything he needs to demonstrate to her he’s worth her cherish. The issue is Cassie doesn’t need a genuine bond. And everything he does to attempt to sentiment her comes up short. He was kind of a twitch, but he’s changed. If he doesn’t figure out what he’s doing off-base, Cassie will take off him in the clean. And by pack law, if the alpha doesn’t mate, he must battle to the passing to keep his status. His heart and his life lay in Cassie’s hands. Can she cherish a man who turns into a wolf?

Katie Megan Romero, a talented young theatre actress who fell in love with a talent producer. But what are they going to do if their relationship is being messed up with the bashers? Will they still fight or just leave each other behind?