Cracked Wall Goblin Camp

Book Two of the Betrayed Luna to Alpha Queen Series Can be read as a standalone or after Book One ----- “They were supposed to hate me. All four of them. But the Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes, she just has a twisted sense of humor.” ----- “Let me die free rather than live as his possession.” Those were Lyralei Ravenwood’s last words before she jumped off Widow’s Cliff, choosing death over marriage to a monster hiding behind a charming smile. She should have died. Instead, she wakes in the camp of the Four Great Alphas..the most powerful, dangerous men in the ancient werewolf world. Men who look at her with resentment. Men who make it clear she’s not welcome. The Moon Goddess sent her to unite them against a rising darkness. But they don’t want unity. They don’t want her. Lyra didn’t ask to be sent anywhere. She just wanted to escape a cage. Now she’s trapped with four hostile Alphas who see her as an obligation rather than a person. Who resent every breath she takes. Who make it clear that prophecy or not, she will never command their loyalty. But something is awakening between them. Something ancient and undeniable. The Primordial Mate Bond—a force that links one soul to multiple Alphas, pulling them together whether they want it or not. As shadow wolves attack and an ancient evil rises, Lyra must navigate not just war, but the far more dangerous battlefield of four hearts that were determined to hate her. Because feelings without trust are torture. CONTENT WARNING: This book contains mature themes including explicit sexual content, violence, death of major characters, psychological trauma, and morally complex situations. Recommended for readers 18+

The first time I lived, my sister and I found two dragon eggs. The black one pulsed with raw, untamed power. My sister, Isabella, claimed it without a second thought. The white one was left for me. A cracked, forgotten thing. It held only a whisper of magic. I took it out of pity. Within a year, the black dragon shattered his shell and emerged a man so beautiful it was a curse. He became Isabella's devoted weapon, his power forging her path to godhood. Meanwhile, the white egg fed on me. I poured everything I had into my white egg. My magic, my money, my soul. For ten long years, it gave me nothing. Everyone said to abandon it. But I couldn’t. I was an orphan, ignored by my sister. I just wanted a companion. But as the dark plague swept the lands, the egg I'd nurtured for a decade hatched overnight—while I was dying, he soared past me to save Isabella. He could have hatched years ago. Could have been human all along. But he chose Isabella. He mistook her for his savior. Then I was back to the day it all began. This time, Isabella lunged for the white egg first, afraid I'd take it. I slung my worn satchel of herbs over my shoulder. Turned my back on them both. "You can have them both," I said calmly. "I choose myself." This life, I swore I would have nothing to do with Adrian. But now, he's the one filled with regret, willing to give his own life just to have me look at him one more time.

I was a mafia princess, sick of the life. After my father died, all I wanted was a normal life. I helped my husband, Marco, take his company public. I fought his battles. I took care of his mother. I paid for his sister’s tuition and her addiction to luxury. Then, at our tenth-anniversary party, he gave my mother's bracelet to his childhood flame, Isabella. He even fucked her in our bed. I hired a PI. Found out he knew who I was from the start. He used me. Planned to be a Wall Street hotshot, then toss me aside. He thought my family was wiped out. That no one had my back. That he could walk all over me. He didn’t break until his company was bleeding partners and staring down bankruptcy. He got on his knees, crying and begging me to forgive him.

Blurb She ran from one devil straight into the arms of the worst one. Mikhail Lobanov… Las Vegas’s most feared mafia king, pins the trembling 19-year-old cocktail waitress against the penthouse elevator wall, thumb dragging across her lower lip. “You’re too beautiful to kill… so I’ll keep you.” One brutal thrust later, he’s buried deep inside her untouched body on the balcony overlooking the Strip, growling, “This pussy is mine now, Bella. Say it.” What begins as possession becomes obsession. He collars her. Claims her. Protects her. But when his enemies discover she’s carrying his child, the war turns personal. Kidnapped. Tortured. Rescued. Betrayed. In a world of blood, revenge, and unbreakable chains, one innocent beauty will either destroy the monster… or become his forever salvation. Dark. Possessive. Filthy. The Beauty and Her Dangerous Mafia Lord.

For the people to feel the Royalty of the blood in their veins doesn’t mean that they are ruling their kingdom, or they have some Kingdom. Their lineage to the ancestors who are former and last rulers is more than enough to get the pride of being a royalty which they were taught from the time they started learning things. Three Princes who are not going to rule someplace, but they have the title because of their bloodline and have education, wealth and skills in many things at the top range. However, to be able to love is a wealth which cannot be achieved by simply thinking about it or by some lineage. They may be the Princes in the matter of their birth and the life they are leading, but they will learn more about the real wealth from three women who are princesses by heart. The things they believe and trust will build a wall stopping the love from these princesses to reach them. Will it be broken to make it possible? If it is, then how and by whom? Or will prove to be too late by the time it breaks? Join the journey of six people who are in different moments in their lives, but destiny always has a way with them…

" For poor people like us, our respect is everything." The same sentence echoing in his head burnt him alive, how can she slap him. Every girl would go to her knees to please him but this cheap, country girl turns down an offer to spend a night with him. He took an expansive bottle of liquor and threw it on the wall making a loud noise. " I'll make you lay down under me, I'll make you cry my name, I will fuck you so hard that all your honor, your RESPECT will fly away ... I will tarnish you in such a way that you, yourself, will feel disgusted with yourself. "He said, looking at the broken pieces of the bottle. "I will, Amber. I will." He made a promise to himself while looking at his bed. One day he will see her naked on his bed. under his mercy.

" Tina, I can't give you back your dead baby but you can take mine!! Please do me a favor, accept him ", Avni said with cracked voice. Tina froze for a second by her words but then she came back to reality when she heard the cries of newborn babies. " No!! I can't Avni, they are yours and Hercules . My Baby died because of me, maybe it was the sign of destiny that Hercules and me can't be together ", Tina replied . " Please Tina try to understand!! He never loved me and will never love me like he loved you but you can give the love of Hercules to my baby ", Avni cried. " I talk to Hercules about you, I know it would be difficult at first but then you will try to love each other, he will definitely accept you ", Tina tried to convince. Avni chuckled sarcastically and said , " we can't try to love, it happens unknowingly. I can't force my love to Hercules ". " But what about your baby, how would you live without him ", Tina asked in frustrated tone. " I will consider that I have only one baby that is my girl, from now he is yours and Hercules. Please!! Give him all your love, I know you will be a good mother ", Avni said and handed her the baby boy. The the baby lost the touch of Avni he started crying loudly. " He is crying, he wants his mother ", Tina said. Anjali passed a fainted smile and said, " From now you are his mother, I an no one to him ", Avni said and left with his baby girl .

When my parents got old, they needed someone to take care of them. Katerina—my younger sister—was off to Amiraka with her smug husband Chris. Meanwhile, I was crammed into a two-bedroom in Bellavaro with my husband Pavel, who drove a taxi. Mom had no retirement savings, so guess who she dumped herself on? Yep—me. Dad took the cash and ran straight to Katerina. Our place was tiny, but we still gave Mom the master bedroom. She hated it. Constant complaints, constant drama. According to her, life with me was pure misery. Every night, she'd hop on video call with Katerina, gushing about Amiraka like it was heaven, while throwing shade at me for not "taking care of her properly." Meanwhile, I was drowning—trying to hold it together for Mom, help my daughter prep for exams, support a husband with spine problems, and check in on aging in-laws. Mom didn't care. She wanted a plane ticket to Amiraka to party for Katerina's birthday. I snapped. We had a blowout fight, and she collapsed—brain hemorrhage. Even in her hospital bed, she stared me down, whining Katerina's name like a broken record. Then she spat out, "I should've never picked a useless daughter like you!" My chest cracked in half. I blacked out. When I woke up—I was ten years younger. Back to the day they decided who'd get stuck taking care of them. This time, Mom didn't wait. "I want Katerina to take care of me. It's my turn to enjoy life!"

All the relatives knew I had a "backward cousin." For my birthday, she gave me a grocery-store pound cake. When I ran a marathon, she presented me with a pair of worn-out canvas sneakers. At my graduate school acceptance party, she even sent a funeral wreath of white lilies with a sash that read "In Sympathy," wishing me an early departure to the afterlife. In my previous life, I slapped her so hard she tumbled down the porch steps. My brother took her side and plotted revenge, falsely reporting to the university that I had cheated on my SATs. My admission was revoked. "You're so modern. You know how things work," he sneered. "Plenty of people take a gap year. Just apply again." My father also defended her, cutting off all my financial support. "You've had so much schooling. You're so educated," he said coldly. "Support yourself." Alone in a city eighteen hundred miles from home, I fought to survive. I called my brother and my father again and again—only to be blocked. I delivered food while renting a room and studying to reapply. At my lowest, my hands were raw and cracked from frostbite, scrambling for delivery shifts at four in the morning just to earn a small bonus. Worn down by the cold and exhaustion, I suffered cardiac arrest at twenty-three and collapsed in a snowdrift in that unfamiliar city. No one ever came to claim me. This time, I chose to let it go and accepted the wreath with a gracious smile. To fully integrate myself into this family. After all, what is a moment of pride compared to a lifetime's inheritance?

She was known as ‘Manslayer’ a ruthless woman who kills someone for money, she's fearless that knows no boundary. She's merciless and love seeing someone begged on their knees. She is Addison Mackenzie who killed her own emotions. Not until she met a man who changes her. He shows kindness, he just walks through her wall fuck her life, everything about her. Unknowingly, he freed her heart from where it belongs. He’s a damn thief who stoles a piece of her and now, she has got nothing but uncertainty. He showed love, a fucking love that she doesn’t even know the meaning and what can it does. Unfortunately, because of a mission she gave him rage, and everything was ruined. Will love conquers it all? Will she listen to his lullaby? Or she will just walk away as she did over and over again?