Custom Devil Fruits

After twenty years of knowing and loving my destined mate, Alpha Martin, we were finally about to get married. On the eve of the wedding, He skillfully picked out the lipstick shade I wanted from my makeup bag. That's when I knew: Alpha Martin had someone else. That girl was wearing the custom evening gown I'd prepared for the wedding banquet, clinking glasses with Alpha Martin in a mate's toast. Our friends surrounded her, respectfully calling her "Luna." I didn't cause a scene. Instead, I called the hospital. "Dr. Fabian, please dispose of the eggs I had frozen." Then I sent a message to that girl. "Yvonne Jimenez, would you like to marry Martin Daniels in my place?"

A Luna, Wasn't that supposed to be an honorable position? Only meant for the best of women? Opening my eyes to the sound of a clock in my dark room, I met myself tied to the bed but what was worst, I was already branded! Forcefully, I was betrothed to the King of all Alphas, Alpha Asher! The most cruel Alpha in the history of Werewolves and funnily, He was known to be a cold psychopath, who would kill his mate after two years of being together. Strangely, Alpha Asher is different from every other Alpha as he changes mate like papers! It was my turn to be used and killed. Will I survive this cold torture of life? This savage custom of Alpha Asher? What will be my fate when the Moon goddess decides to intervene? Married to the psycho Alpha!

IVAN MILLER, IS THE MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND A MULTI BILLIONAIRE, WHO IS ALSO A SECRET DON OF UNDERWORLD, MOST FEARED MAFIA BOSS. CASSANDRA WILLIAMS, A BRATTY AND FREE SOUL CAR RACER WHO ASKS A FAVOUR FROM THE DEVIL HIMSELF. AND A DEAL WITH DEVIL IS NEVER EASY, SPECIALLY IF THE DEVIL IS IVAN MILLER. 》THIS BOOK IS MY OWN IMAGINATION, COPYING THE STORY LINE OR SCENES WILL NOT BE APPRECIATED. 》THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT 》HAPPY READING

A clueless witch, two gorgeous Alphas and an ageless war brewing rapidly. As average as anyone can be, Phoebe is your normal human teenager. Or so she thought. One moment, she’s practicing for a game and the next, she experiences a shocking discovery. She is a witch, one with dark, immense powers. Bubbling with questions, Phoebe tries to come to terms with what she really is and if that is not enough headache already, two werewolf brothers arrive, upending her already crazy life. Sinfully charming and possessive as , Connor and Reed, claim she is their mate. And even as she tries to resist these gorgeous creatures with eyes like liquid burning silver, the lure to mate with these two irresistible Alphas tempts her. But too bad, in the witch world, a relationship with a witch and a werewolf is forbidden. Devastated, Phoebe is stuck between her lovers and her clan. Who is worth her loyalty? Alpha bad boys, Connor and Reed or the all powerful witches coven? It is up to her to choose and as they say, forbidden fruits taste the sweetest. A tale of romance, burning lust and the supernatural.

“I am Alora Printer, Luna of the SilverClaw Pack and I demand you release me now!” I started, and those thick slashed brows raised in amusement. “Now, isn't that a delight? A Luna, caught in my rusty little cage with ugly metallic shackles around your fancy royal hands. Should we be afraid, Your Highness? Borrow weapons from our neighbors and sharpen our fangs as we await our impending doom?” His sarcasm was insulting, and had I not been in chains, I might have smacked him across the face for daring to mock me. ******** Betrayed by her husband, who heartlessly sent their five-year-old daughter into the forest to pick fruits for his mistress, Alora seeks vengeance, after her little girl is torn to shreds but her quest is derailed when Randall, the Alpha of Night Terrors, captures her. As ancient secrets unfold, Alora must choose between revenge and redemption, and decide if her sworn enemy is her greatest foe or soulmate.

My marriage to Dante, the Moretti heir, was meant to be a union of power, an alliance of empires. But for me, it was also the real deal. Then his adopted sister, Clara, showed up at a party. She was wearing his custom leather jacket, straddling his prized Ducati, and she looked right at me with a smirk. "Dante says," she purred, "that I suit these precious things better than you do." My smile froze. Dante had her on a plane overseas so fast it was like she'd never existed. Five years later, the night before our wedding. I found him staring at the design for our wedding rings. He'd changed the engraving. The "Amor Aeternus"—Eternal Love—was gone. In its place: "Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa." My sin, my greatest sin. I took off my veil right then and there. "The wedding," I said, my voice like ice, "is off."

"Two hundred pieces of gold." I whipped my head in the direction of the voice. It was sexy and authoritative. "No. Make it three hundred pieces of gold. I want that woman." The crowd gasped. My eyes frantically looked for that person and came face to face with a man whose hair reminded me of the ashes after burning the wood. His gray eyes bore into mine. 'Mine,' my wolf uttered. "Going once. Twice. Thrice. Sold!" Master Henderson was all smiles. "The item goes to His Majesty King Elio. You will never regret it, Your Majesty." King Elio? I knew that name. The Lycan King was my mate? ------------------------------- Flora was desperate to look for Sabrina, her sister who was suddenly missing five years ago. She believed it had something to do with the Lycan King. 'Cause why not? Their cruel custom of selling or killing unmated she-wolves every five years started because of the Lycan King.

Hannah,; an angel of God, meets Garin; a demon from hell while on an assignment on Earth. The two of them hated each other at first but later, they fell in love. God and The Devil were angry and disapproved of their union and as punishment, stripped them of their power, immortality, and potency and cast them away to the Earth to live as mortals. Centuries passed but the lovers' bond was so strong that it lived on throughout multiple lifetimes as they both were reincarnated and reunited every generation. The lovers meet again in the 21st century and their love attempts to be rekindled but the Devil makes a bet with God that whichever of them breaks the cycle of the love chain between their creations would dominate both heaven and hell. Will either God or The Devil succeed in breaking the cycle of the lovers' chain OR will their love prove to be too strong for even God and The Devil to break? And what other being might threaten the world they live in?

Even before marrying Wayne Cooper, I knew he had a fierce sister-in-law. He would always tell me to never get into a fight with her. After we marry, we spend Christmas Eve at his parents' house for the first time. I'm forced to bustle around in the kitchen as I prepare a feast for over a dozen people. Meanwhile, Wayne's family lounges in the living room. They chatter away while enjoying the fruits I've washed and sliced. As I place the last dish on the table, Wayne's brother and sister-in-law, Kyle Cooper and Lucy Wren, arrive. When I want to take my seat, I discover there isn't one for me. That's when Lucy snorts and says sarcastically, "I heard you're a good wife who's obedient and easygoing, Melanie. I have to say that your cooking is… mediocre, though." This infuriates me. I'm about to retort when she turns to my mother-in-law. She says, "I think you should do the cooking from now on, Gloria. Your food is delicious…"

Just for brushing against the hem of Eva Lawson, the heiress’s custom couture gown, Lucy Quinn's mother had her limbs broken, then thrown into the sea to die. The day Lucy dragged the arrogant heiress to court she thought that justice might finally be served. Eva was declared not guilty. Why? Because the defense attorney representing her was none other than Wyatt Grant, founder of the most untouchable law firm in River City, and Lucy Quinn’s husband. When the trial ended, the elegant and aloof man stepped down from the defense table and placed an apology letter in front of Lucy. "Lulu, sign it. You don’t want to be sued for defamation and end up in prison, do you?" His tone was calm and coaxing, but behind the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze was cold as ice. Lucy, tears stubbornly clinging to her eyes, looked up at him and said with a trembling voice, "Why, Wyatt, Why?"