Crimson Roses

My fiancé, Dominic, heir to the Carvalho crime family, vanished for four days. I thought a rival family had put a bullet in his head. Then I saw his ex’s Instagram story. A shot of them in bed. The caption: He still knows every inch of me. His face was hidden, but his hand wasn't. And on it, the ring I gave him, resting on her skin. That night, Dominic came home. He brought me white roses, my favorite. I asked him why. Why he'd lie. Why he'd sleep with her. He brushed it off. Just a "misunderstanding." I was done. I threw the ring in his face. Burned the wedding dress. Told him we were over. He thought I was just throwing a fit. He didn't get it. Not until he realized I was walking away for good. Then he panicked. Begged me to come back.

“Where is she?” “Where is Marianna Clarkson!” “Has anyone seen her!” The entire populace of the Crimson Moon Pack got thrown into confusion once the ruthless, unforgiving and callous Alpha Nickolas Cambridge began searching frantically for a mere wolfless, dirty, unwanted and disgusting commoner. Her name was Marianna - the only dirt in the Pack. Why? What prompted him into going on a desperate search for her? Where did Marianna run off too? She had endured the cruelty of the Pack for years, what could have made her run away? What could fate possibly have done to entwine the Alpha with a peasant?

To become Marcus's Luna, I hid my identity as Crimson Ridge pack's Alpha heiress and married him. Since two Alphas have difficulty conceiving offspring, I even begged the pack witch to suppress my bloodline, downgrading my wolf from Alpha to Beta. After I finally got pregnant, Marcus was out shopping with his omega mistress while I was being attacked by rogue wolves and losing our child. I forced myself to like the social media post where his lover was showing off their relationship, fighting back nausea. His call came through immediately. "What are you trying to pull now! The pack successfully signed a cooperation treaty with the neighboring pack today. You didn't even show up to the celebration, so Ivy had to take over all your Luna duties and has been taking care of my daily needs. You should be thanking her for helping you out!" "You're supposed to be a strong warrior! How can one pregnancy make you this delicate?!" He finished his rant and hung up in anger. Right. I'd been away from home too long. I was starting to forget my own last name. I didn't hesitate anymore. I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadn't called in ages. "Beta Hayes, book me a flight for tomorrow morning. I'm going back to Crimson Ridge pack."

“Others may see her as nothing, but to me, she’s more precious than the moon itself.” Ignoring the stunned glances of everyone around, he fixed his gaze on me across the room and strode over with unwavering intent. I felt my heart pound, the same way flowers seem to burst into bloom. Omega Olivia never imagined that a one-night stand would link her to the enigmatic and powerful Alpha, Ryan. Given the stark difference in their social status, she braced herself for the worst—perhaps even the demand for a quiet miscarriage. But instead, Ryan took her home, pulling her into a love story beyond anything she could have dreamed. Yet, as she walks this path of romance, lined with both roses and thorns, will they be able to bridge their worlds, uncover the hidden conspiracies, and find their way to happiness hand-in-hand?

When the sky ignited in crimson and bombs obliterated Segunda Island in 2080, death was only the beginning. The fallen didn't stay dead—they morphed into savage, bloodthirsty beasts. Terrified survivors barely hold on, hunted by horrors that wear the faces of those they loved. Jane Fortalejo, the last from a dynasty destroyed overnight, is forced to ally with strangers from the island's shadowed underbelly. Driven to expose the sinister truth behind the apocalypse, Jane will risk her life, sanity, and the fragile alliances she forms. What really brought ruin to Segunda? And can the last survivors escape a fate worse than death itself?

Growing up alone and becoming independent at such a young age was never easy for Mallory Addison Finley. For her, it was like walking on pins or entering a narrow loophole. Simply put, her journey was not a smooth-sailing one. After losing her parents in a car crash, her life had become a living hell for her. She had to go to such lengths to survive, even though she was barely alive. Nonetheless, she was under the impression that she would have a promising future in the actual world. She assumed she would have and live a great life. Until she reached her mid-twenties, and yet she couldn’t find a stable job. Hired today, fired tomorrow. She’d grown accustomed to her usual life. Her situation has remained unchanged for several years, and she has never been able to break the chain. Then, one day, the tables were turned on her. There came a time when she least expected it. Her closest friend, Tiffany Maurer, suggested that she apply to Crimson Group Incorporation because they were looking for a secretary, and Luke Crimson, the president of the company, wanted to find a suitable replacement for the position as soon as possible. Mallory accepted her friend’s offer, fearing she would squander the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Little did she know that not only a job awaited her at work, but also, romance. What lies, sacrifices, and pain must she bear as a result of her love for the young billionaire? Will she be able to handle it all? Or will she find herself giving up the man she loves?

Vampires started hunting werewolves for their magical blood in order to satiate their thirst. This caused a hundred-year war between vampires and werewolves that has brought werewolf kind to the brink of extinction. Freya truly believes she might be the last of all werewolves. She searches all over the world but struggles to find anyone else like her until she arrives in Alaska and gets a strong scent of sandalwood and a hint of coconut that sends her senses into overdrive. Cole Wright is the last Alpha. With only seventeen members left in the Moon Spirit pack, Cole does all he can to save his kind from extinction. However, the longer he goes without his mate, the weaker he becomes and when a tall, long-haired woman comes walking into his territory smelling like lavender and roses he isn't convinced she's real. Worse he believes Freya was sent to finish off what the vampires started long ago.

On Valentine’s Day, I discovered that my brother’s fiancee, Erika Gibson, was cheating on him. So, I tried to tell my brother, Nathan Clinton, about it. However, he yelled at me. He said that I was trying to ruin his relationship and told me to leave. Erika then asked her lover to deal with me, so he kidnapped me. He mocked me for being unable to speak and forced me to sell 200 roses at the night market. I asked Nathan for help, but he replied impatiently. [Moon, I can’t believe you’d lie about something like this… I don’t have time for your games.] I was accidentally hit by a truck while Nathan was having a wonderful time with Erika. Haha. I was finally free, but I wished I had a different brother.

I was about to get married, but my boyfriend of nine years had no idea. Why? All because his recently divorced ex-girlfriend waltzed back into town, and he threw himself into her life without hesitation. The knight in shining armor was back, ready to save the day. The moment they saw each other, it was like a scene from a bad romance novel. Their gazes lingered, sparks flying, the kind that screamed, “Oh, we’re soulmates reunited.” To welcome her back, he had 9,999 Juliet roses flown in to decorate her room. Why? All because it was a promise he had made to her long ago. How sweet. Except for one small problem: I’m severely allergic to pollen. When I woke up in the hospital after an emergency rescue, I didn’t cry, yell, or demand answers. No, I pulled out my phone and texted my parents, "Please help me arrange a marriage. I’m done."

A few weeks before our wedding, Rodney Luther's stepmother, Jessica Flaine, posts a photo on her social media. In the photo, she's wearing the wedding dress I picked out, holding a bouquet of red roses, and shyly leaning toward Rodney, asking for a kiss. The caption reads—"Dreams fulfilled." I don't call Rodney in tears or throw a fit like I used to. I simply like the post and leave a comment. "Screenshot sent to Rodney's father." Not long after, Jessica deletes the post, and Rodney's phone call follows immediately. "Ivana, you're being so petty! The rest of my days belong to you. It's only today that I'm fulfilling a small dream of Jessica's. Hurry up and explain things to my dad! "Come on, be good. I've got a gift for you." A scoff escapes me. "Rodney, do you hear me clearly? Go explain it to your father yourself!"