Crying Angels

On Christmas Eve, my six-year-old, Yule, was dying from cancer, and all he wanted was a gift from his dad dressed as Santa. I called Peter, my husband, begging him to come. His reply? "Can you stop blowing up my phone? I don't have time for this! I'm helping Tracey find Puffy. Do you know how upset she is?" Oh, Tracey. His first love. And Puffy? Her dog. I told him Yule might not make it through the night. His response? A straight-up dagger: "Don't act like this isn't your fault, Freya. If Yule hadn't kicked Puffy, none of this would've happened. Tomorrow, make sure he apologizes to Tracey." Then he hung up. That night, I sat with Yule, crying as I helped him celebrate his last Christmas. By morning, Peter's social medias were still full of posts about that freaking dog. Mine? Yule's obituary. Ten years of marriage, gone.

[WARNING: DARK ROMANCE] Tessa Langston once lived in a golden cage, trapped in a marriage that was nothing more than beautiful brutality. Her ruthless husband ruled their world with an iron fist wrapped in Armani. To him, she wasn't a wife; she was his most prized possession. But angels weren't meant to be caged. Tessa shattered her golden shackles in the dead of night and disappeared into the shadows of Cascade City. For months, she lived as a ghost with a new name and new life. Every sunrise felt like freedom. Until the day he found her. Blaze Langston doesn't just want his wife back. He wants to break her completely this time. His obsession has transformed into something far more dangerous, and he'll use every weapon in his arsenal: his wealth, his power, and the dark secrets that could destroy everyone she's learned to care about. But Tessa is no longer the frightened girl who once trembled at his touch. She's found her own strength in the darkness, and she's ready to fight fire with fire. The hunter has become the hunted, and Tessa realizes with chilling clarity that this isn't just about escape anymore. It's about survival. Because Blaze won't stop until he owns every piece of her, even if it means destroying them both.

Hades Blackwood, like his name sounded, was as dark as night. He is the King of Blackwood pack, a pack sworn to uphold secrecy and a threat to neighboring packs. However, under his all brooding personality is a child crying for help. A young lad whose dreams had been shattered, replaced with nothing but pain. Unlike others, Hades embraced this pain. He turned it into armor, a shield to protect himself with. Alpha Hades Blackwood, the well known powerful lycan king had always been hunted by a fragment of his past, of the night his parents and more than half of his pack had been massacred. He lives for revenge. Clamors for it. He’s always wanted revenge or so he thought until an opportunity to exert his revenge reared its head. But what happens then when he finally meets the enemy he’s searched far and wide for only to be met with an angel? Will he give in to the fiery wild passion her body promises to render or would he be so deeply damaged that only revenge is what he seeks for? The moon goddess is a tricky being. Delve into this story surrounding Hades’ plight as he’s forced between tearing either Hailey’s or his world down as she happens to not just be his mate but his brother’s as well, … and his other brother’s.

At just 16, Charlene's life takes a drastic turn when her parents abandon her, forcing her to live in the ghetto with her grandmother. Struggling with the chaos of her new reality—bullying, gang-infested schools, and the constant fear of danger—she can’t understand why her parents thought this would be safer. But there’s more to her exile than she realizes. Hidden within her is a power she must learn to control. As dark forces close in, she must keep her abilities secret, navigate the turmoil of her emotions, and uncover the truth about her parents' disappearance. With demons and angels threatening her world, Charlene is faced with an impossible fate: saving her people, protecting herself, and maybe—just maybe—finding true love in the process.

He joined them like the others to destroy me. When he was good, he made me believe we could weather the storm. When he turned bad he made me believe he was the storm. “Good luck to your present Luna and if you haven’t good luck when you find her. I never loved you more than a friend, and today I’ll repeat I don’t love you, never did and never will not in a million years. What happened between us was in the past which was never meant to blossom. Let me go, I don't belong here, not in this pack and never will….” Before the words could successfully leave my lips a deafening sound rocked the cell and a large open dent came on the wall. Tagon. He took long hoarse breaths, his tight fist stuck in the wall. His eyes darkened with angry growls. What kind of a man has he turned to? It felt so hard not to think of the past. It was so hard not to think about how things were. The good days. He was the sweetest man I’ve ever met. I was foolish back then to think those affections were real. I was stupid to think my tainted blood could be made pure by garnering his favor and his affections. There were only two events he ever got mad: the first time we met where he met me crying and the second was when I told him… nevermind. He clicked his tongue sharply, “As long as you live you would forever be under my dominance. I own you. Your life, your blood and even your soul to do whatsoever my soul pleases. You are my slave and that’s your lot!”

"Stop it, Ethan! Stop doing this to me!" I wished I could utter those words, but my body betrayed me. His touch alone made me lose all connection with my senses. Internally, I screamed for freedom as his seductive kisses rendered me tongue-tied. I was tired of being treated like a mere sex toy by this man, yet my body continually danced to the rhythm of his waist. I let him have his way, gasping softly, my lips defying all moral sanity. After a few rounds of pleasure, he pushed himself off me, put on his pants, and walked out the door as if I meant nothing. The realization hit me hard: I shouldn't have let this happen. I should have stood my ground this time and not succumbed to his wishes. I picked up my clothes, the last pieces of dignity left in me. "Ethan!" I yelled, chasing after him. "Please wait!" "What is it, woman?" he halted, looking disgusted by my presence. "We're married, for crying out loud! You can't keep treating me like trash. Tell me what I did wrong. Tell me if there's anything I should change about myself. I'm willing to do anything, please, Ethan. To make this marriage work, I'm willing to do whatever you want. Just don't pick her over me again!" I sobbed, halfway on my knees, begging with my hands clenched to his trousers. --- Elizabeth Douglas, a young heiress, finds herself falling for her father's driver, Ethan Haynes. But there's a twist - Ethan is already engaged to Stella. Just when Lizzy decides to walk away, she uncovers a shocking betrayal that changes everything. Get ready for a story of untold secrets, broken ties, new alliances, romance, revenge, and a love that refuses to be forgotten.

To retrieve the engagement ring my wife shared with her first love, she actually sent our five-year-old daughter into a haunted house alone. Terrified by the bloodstains inside, our daughter accidentally fell down the stairs. A steel rod pierced her stomach, and even in her final moments, she clung tightly to the ring, refusing to let go. I cradled her lifeless body, crying uncontrollably, and called my wife countless times. When she finally answered, she impatiently warned me, "Robert’s daughter is about to undergo heart transplant surgery. Stop causing trouble!" Devastated, I made another call. "Hello, this is Lily's father. I'm sorry, but we can no longer agree to the heart donation." If they were responsible for my daughter's death, they could forget about taking her heart!

Josephine Averly brought her daughter, Julie, to the hospital for a consultation, only to discover the attending doctor was the ex-boyfriend she hadn't seen in years. Seven years had passed, and she had reinvented herself completely—her name, her life, even her body. Gone was her once-chubby frame. He didn't recognize her. How could he? He had no idea she had secretly given birth to his child. Julie clutched her hand. "Mommy, why are you crying?" Josephine couldn't answer. All she wanted was to turn and flee. … In her youth, Josephine had fallen for the university’s golden boy—and, against all odds, won his heart. The entire Beller University had buzzed with scandal: Julian Faulkner, the untouchable heartthrob known for his icy elegance, was secretly dating. And his mysterious girlfriend? A shy, awkward girl with curves. Josephine became the target of endless ridicule, scorned by her peers. She still remembered his voice, cold and rough, as he said to his friends, "It's just a fling. I'm leaving the country soon anyway." And just like that, her bittersweet love had ended in heartbreak. Now, fate had brought them back together, shattering the peaceful life she had worked so hard to build. She tried everything to draw a clear line between their worlds. Somehow, that line ended in his bed. He used every trick—pressure, bribes, fake illnesses, tantrums, outright shamelessness—to chase off any man who dared come near her. "Julian, do you even realize I have a boyfriend now?" In the back of his sleek Maybach, his hands locked around her waist as he kissed her with desperate hunger. "Then let me be your lover," he rasped. "I'm richer than him. Younger. And I can make you feel so much better." Seven years ago, he pulled her into a secret romance. Seven years later, he begged to be her dirty secret. She told him he was sick in the head. He simply replied, "I really am sick."

“Did he touch you like this?…” Zoey asked as she ran her fingers through my slit. I gasped. Those fingers…So magical. What was was she doing? “I said, does he touch you like this?!” She thundered sexily. “Nooo…” i slowly answered. She then asked me to spread my legs. She commanded me, her Luna and I had no choice to obey. She looked at my core and patted it. “Pretty pussy.” My husband would probably think I would be crying and mourning over his cheating ways. If only he knew I was crying while being violated by the quiet rogue—happily violated. Zoey looked innocent, meek and forlorn, but she was the quiet devil. Who would’ve thought she had all of these up her sleeves? *********** Charlotte was a Luna that was cheated on and Maltreated by her husband. She never knew was good sex and orgasm was…until she met Zoey. Zoey and Charlotte had badass sexual intimacy till the point that her husband, the alpha begins to wonder why his wife is glowing and why she is not thirsty for sex or questioning him for allowing his mistress to stay in the pack . With time, what starts as a harmless way of having fun becomes a serious relationship and they form a strong bond. Zoey also proves herself to be useful by saving the pack during danger. Circumstances lead Charlotte to think that Zoey is either her fated mate or her second chance mate but she must be careful before she makes decisions. Will Charlotte keep lying to herself to will she allow love to save the day? Will Zoey and Charlotte overthrow the alpha and reign supreme? Or will Zoey continue to be the Luna’s Hidden Plaything?

⚠️ Trigger Warning!!! This is an intense dark romance novel. Reader's discretion is advised. **** "You were born for me. You waited for me. The moment you came into this world, you cried for me, and you will keep crying for me until your last breath, Ixora." ---- Drexton Blackthorn had his bloody, thirst-filled eyes on a couple for the sins they committed. He swore to make them pay. But everything changed when she was born. She became his target. Just like a ferocious tiger, she was his prey. The moment she was born, she became his. The moment she breathed her first, she became his to destroy. His to taint. She lives all for him. He plans to make her shed blood; only then will his thirst for revenge be quenched — only then will his long wait come to an end. Ixora Castellan, his prey, became his little stalker—or so she thought. Little did she know that she was the stalked. He knew things about her...things neither her body nor mind could discover. The game was his, the prey was his, the hunt was his. But slowly, the hunter becomes hunted. This game of revenge was slowly turning into a game of obsession—an obsession he wasn't ready to succumb to. He wants every inch of her. Her body, her soul, her mind, her heart. She wasn't just a part of his want; she was his need. But she wants to be free...Is that even possible? How can she escape from his clutches, his web, his wings, when she's not even sure who she is? Play pet, little thief, Ixora Castellan...She doesn't know, but one thing is clear, she is whatever he wants her to be. She's lost her identity to him. Her ruin. Her tormentor. Her destruction.