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My fiancé's true love was diagnosed with an incurable disease. Her last request? "I want your bridal gown, your wedding, your fiancé, and you to be our wedding witness." She donned the gown I had made for myself, wore the jewelry I had chosen for my special day, and took my fiancé's arm. She stole my marriage. I thought I would endure it—for the sake of a dying woman. But that wasn't enough for her. Soon, she attended an auction to buy the only thing I had left from my late mother. I watched as she and my ex drove the price of Mom's white nephrite bracelet up to a staggering 27,000,000 dollars. The people I had called family had drained me dry. I was at my wit's end. I couldn't afford to keep the bracelet any longer. I was about to lose my mother's keepsake—until a calm, cool voice echoed above the din. "40,000,000." The crowd fell silent. The mysterious scion of the Kenway family had spoken. And he added, "A gift for me to the ever-elegant Miss Taylor Jones." I thanked him. "I'll repay you for this, Mr. Kenway. Slowly, but surely!" He frowned. "Hold on. Don't you remember me, Taylor?" "Huh?!"

When I returned from a mission, I found my Alpha mate, Wyatt, had tattooed his Beta's sigil next to our sacred mating mark. I cut my mission short, stormed back to the pack, and publicly declared my intent to Reject him. The mating mark is sacred, a symbol of two souls eternally bound. Desecrating it is the gravest insult to the Moon Goddess. Wyatt tore the rejection papers to shreds, casting them to the ground. Fury blazed in his wolfish eyes. "Over a sigil? You're tearing us apart over a meaningless symbol. Are you insane?" "Do I look like I'm kidding?" I sneered. "Fine. Let the Moon Goddess be your judge." The color drained from his face. "Faye, if you dare go through with this, I'll strip Rory of his birthright. He'll never be Alpha." "How could I be cursed with a mother like you? You're ruining my future as Alpha! I hate you!"My son, Rory, snarled from the side, his eyes burning with hatred. I looked at this father and son, who was now both strangers to me, and my heart turned to ash. My fingers tightened on my herb pouch. "The moment your father desecrated our mark," I said, my voice eerily calm, "I was already done with you."

Ember Crown of Promise is a sweeping romance fantasy novel about calling, courage and the quite power of sacrificial love. For ten years, the Ember Crown- the ancient symbol of rightful rule has remained cold and with it, the kingdom has withered. Famine spreads, hope falters, and every attempt to force the crown's power has ended in vain. When the Crown finally stirs, it does not awaken for a conqueror or a battle-hardened heir, but for Alina, a reluctant princes who will rather heal than rule. Chosen without seeking power, Alina must navigate a court longing for spectacle and control, where hope is easily weaponized and patience is mistaken for weakness. As she learns that true authority is earned through surrender, not dominance, Alina begins a journey from weak to strong, discovering that bravery often looks like restraint and leadership like service. At her side stands Cael, a disgraced warrior bound by loyalty, respect and an unspoken devotion that deepens as danger grows. Together, they face political intrigue, rising unrest, and enemies who fear a crown that can not be controlled. Blending emotional romance with epic fantasy stakes, the Ember Crown of Promise is a story of a princess and brave warrior showing that destiny is not claimed but carried. With action, faith-aligned themes, and a strong female lead who rises through courage and conviction this novel invites readers into a world where light is costly, love is restrained and hope is forged through promise rather than power.

Many years ago, Katniss had to face the bitter truth about the person she loved the most. After waiting for months to tell him about her pregnancy following years of longing, she witnessed her husband marrying another woman right before her eyes. It was a brutal betrayal. She was humiliated and accused of infidelity, with claims that the child she carried was the result of an affair. Her mother-in-law and husband demanded she sign the divorce papers. With the last shred of her dignity, Katniss agreed. “Sign the divorce papers and leave!” her husband demanded firmly, not giving Katniss a chance to explain. Filled with anger and disappointment, Katniss replied, “You... you will regret this. I am truly innocent. This is just manipulation from people who want to destroy me!” Katniss was left alone with her child and fled the city, trying to find a new life after such a severe betrayal. Living was a daily and nightly torment, but she endured it for her daughter, her little princess, the light of her life. But fate had other plans. Katniss eventually became a symbol of respect and admiration among the people. Her life finally seemed bright and promising—until she met him again, the man she hated so much. Will Katniss forgive him after all he has done to her? Especially after she discovers all the secrets James has been hiding from her—secrets that will make Katniss question her feelings for James once again?

Elena grew up under the strict gaze of her mother, a woman who had no tolerance for failure. Mistakes weren’t just frowned upon—they didn’t exist. For Elena, life was a relentless climb toward perfection, where only one goal mattered: being mated to a high-ranking werewolf. Her mother’s relentless mantra echoed in her mind—anything less would be a disgrace. When her younger sister Serena is mated to their pack’s Beta, Elena’s hope of fulfilling her mother’s dreams shatters. Consumed by despair and humiliation, she flees into the night, leaving her pack behind. But fate is a trickster, and her journey leads her to the forbidden lands of the Nightshade Pack—a savage domain ruled by fear and blood. There, the Moon Goddess delivers her to Alpha VuK, a name whispered in terror across the werewolf world. Ruthless, cunning, and brutal, VuK is everything Elena has been taught to avoid. But the bond forged by the Moon Goddess is unbreakable, and despite their mutual resentment, they are tied together by destiny. As she navigates the treacherous waters of her new life, Elena finds herself at odds with VuK’s merciless rule. Her defiance stirs something long buried in him, even as it threatens to ignite a war between their packs. Yet, beneath the bloodshed and conflict lies an ancient legacy: the title of "Elder's Blood," a symbol of forgotten honor that could either unite them—or destroy everything. Will love and courage rewrite their fates, or will their differences tear them apart?

In the heart of Cedar Grove, shadows conceal more than secrets— they whisper truths. Dr. Isla Rivers never thought she'd return to her small hometown, let alone to the clinic her father built. But after his mysterious disappearance, Isla steps into his shoes, seeking solace among furry patients and the echoes of a life she left behind. The quiet town holds more than nostalgia, though. Strange sounds haunt her clinic, shadows stretch unnaturally, and whispers from her childhood dreams beckon her toward the unknown. When a journal marked with her father’s enigmatic crescent moon symbol appears, Isla is thrust into a world she never imagined—one where werewolves roam the woods, a prophecy threatens to unravel reality, and her own bloodline holds a secret more powerful than she’s ready to face. Guided by a cryptic stranger named Astra and an unwelcome connection to Luca Moreau, the brooding alpha of the local pack, Isla must confront the truth about her father’s disappearance, her heritage, and the prophecy that ties her fate to the Crescent Moon pack. But as passions ignite and dangers close in, Isla must decide who to trust and what sacrifices she’s willing to make—for love, for family, and for the truth that could reshape both the human and werewolf worlds forever. Welcome to Cedar Grove. The wolves are waiting.

“A Brutal Hybrid. A Broken Human. Betrayed By Fate. A Bond that could destroy them both—or set them free.” Nektarios Helios is a hybrid, powerful, merciless, and broken by betrayal. When a human betrayed his father, destroyed their kingdom, and shattered the peace between species, Nektarios swore vengeance and kept that vow. He responded with fury, creating a brutal tradition where humans are nothing more than tools: Sex pets, blood banks, and enslaved people. He rose to power not just as a leader but as a nightmare. To the supernatural world, he is a symbol of justice; to humans, he's a ruthless force with no mercy. His rule is feared. And then fate betrayed him—the sacred bond, choosing a human woman as his mate. Atariah was raised in a convent. She believed in kindness and love until her marriage became a prison of bruises and broken trust. Abused, humiliated, and stripped of her dignity, she vowed never to trust a man again or give her heart. And then she met him. He doesn't want a mate. He is everything she should fear. He wants to break her and prove she's just like the rest. But she challenges him, defies him, doesn't cower like the others, and isn't easy to crush. She stirs up emotions he thought long dead and sinks more into his bones. Nektarios must decide—cling to the hatred that made him king or embrace the human who might destroy or save him.

As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule. When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken. Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies. He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife. What he brought home was a storm in heels. Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands. The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him. But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her? Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal… And trying to own her. And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her. The rest will be buried.

“No! Please, Santiago--” I whimpered, as his hand seized my wrist with an iron grip, yanking me forward, dragging me effortlessly toward the chair he had pulled into the center of the room the night before. The symbol of my humiliation. He stopped right in front of the chair, spinning me around, facing him. "You want me to be your monster, mi ángel?" His hand grabbed my throat, tilting my chin up until my eyes locked with his dark gaze. I flinched from the sudden movement. "Cause I’ll be your favorite monster — just say the word, cariño." Santiago’s face hovered only inches from mine. His lips so close, I could taste the sweetness of his breath — once making butterflies take flight in my stomach, now curdling my insides into a cold, suffocating fear. Slowly, his free hand rose toward my face. I held my breath. His touch was deceptively soft and gentle, caressing my cheek. His thumb lingered against my lips, tracing them slowly, his eyes fixed there as he spoke — his voice soft, yet heavy with menace. "Divorce is not an option, mi amor. We took a vow five years ago. Remember?" He finally lifted his gaze to meet mine, catching every flicker of fear before he delivered his last words like a verdict: "Till death do us part."

She thought the worst thing that could happen to her had already happened. Her husband. His assistant. Eight years of marriage quietly falling apart on a Tuesday afternoon while she was at work. She was wrong. Evelyn Harper bought the house on Harrow Hill to disappear. Remote. Abandoned. Cheap enough to make her laugh out loud at two in the morning. She should have asked why it was so cheap. From the very first night, something in the walls knew her name. Evelyn. Low and unhurried. The way someone speaks your name when they have been waiting a very long time to say it out loud finally. Then came the touch. Fingertips, cool and deliberate, ghosting along the inside of my thigh. I shifted, half asleep, my legs parting before I could think better of it. The touch climbed higher, slow and patient, tracing the seam of me, circling the ache that bloomed hot and sudden between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet, instantly wet ,hips rocking into nothing, chasing the sensation. Then she knew that; Something ancient lived in that house. Something that had chosen her specifically. Something that had been waiting for her bloodline for over a century. And the lonely man who follows her into its darkness may be the only thing standing between Evelyn and losing herself forever. Some houses don't just haunt you They own you.