Novel & Cerita Cynthia Eden

Mira Parker knows just two things very well… how to survive and how to hide her pain behind a seductive smile. By day, she hides behind exhausted smiles. By night, she dances beneath the sinful lights of Sicily as Black Cherry, the woman men crave but women condemn. Every smile, every dance, every teasing touch hides the desperation eating her alive and the dangerous secrets capable of destroying her. But when one desperate decision to save her son throws her into the path of the most feared man in the mafia world, her life spirals out of control overnight. Alessandro Caruso…. a Cold-blooded man. Possessive and devastatingly handsome. A man whose touch burns just as much as his t

“You are nothing but a pathetic, weak omega. What makes you think I would choose you to be my mate? You know what, I might as well put you in your place… I, Damien Trax, reject you, Shannon Clark, as my fated mate. I advise you to get the fuck out of here before I have the guards throw you out.” Damien's words leave me breathless, and at that moment, something in me breaks. *** Rejected and betrayed by her mate and sister, Shannon believes things couldn't get any worse until she returns to her pack and is faced with an even more cruel fate–her parents had just sold her off to some men. When she yells her father's name for help, he tells her to her face that she's useless and worthless to t

"Kiss me back," he demands, crashing his lips on mine while squeezing my boobs and pinching my nipples."I... I can't... I already have a mate!" a throaty sound involuntarily escaped from my lips as I uttered.In the aftermath of a devastating tragedy that nearly destroys the Clawson pack, Rhea is forced to take on the mantle of Alpha and revive the struggling pack. When Kian, the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, claims that they are fated mates, Rhea is cautiously hopeful, but her lack of a wolf leaves her uncertain.Despite her reservations, Rhea is moved by Kian's offer of assistance to her struggling pack. However, everything takes a dark turn when Rhea discovers that Kian has only married her

Elle knows exactly what her family thinks of her. A traitor. A liar. A stain on the Ravensworth name they scrubbed clean the moment they found the real daughter. Three years in a cell for a crime she never committed, and the only thing waiting for her outside it is a brother who won't look at her and a sister who cries on command every time someone else is watching. She's used to the cold. She's used to eating what's thrown at her and saying thank you for it. She is not used to a stranger breaking down a locked door to save her life, and she is definitely not used to her own wolf, silent for three years, waking up screaming one word into the dark. Mate. He says he's nobody.

"Kaden, please...you can't do this to me...," my voice cracked as I sank to my knees, my heart shattering into a million pieces He stared down at me, his face hardening as disgust flickered in his eyes. "Matilda I will not repeat myself. Sign the papers and leave. You fucking disgust me," Kaden snapped, each word cutting deeper like a blade to my soul Tears streamed down my face as I watched him wrap his hand possessively around another woman, leading her straight into our matrimonial room ~~~~~~~~~ Matilda never deserved this. All she did was fall in love with the wrong man. A man who hated every single thing about her. To him, she was a burden that ruined his perfect life Wh

At the Hunting Festival, Cynthia Whitefang flashes a stack of cash and demands that my mate, Simon Fenwick, become her bodyguard. "Just accept it, Layla." Simon flashes his fangs and tells Cynthia to get lost in a rude tone. Our son, Noah Fenwick, who's chronically poisoned by silver, waves his fists angrily as well to chase Cynthia away. But I just stare at the stack of cash quietly. Memories of a conversation I had overheard last week surge into my mind at that moment. That time, Noah was tugging at the hem of Simon's shirt while standing under a tree. "Daddy, can I keep pretending to be poisoned? That way, Mommy will keep giving me money to treat my poison. I wanna buy gifts for C

It is payback time! Cynthia Laurent’s comeback is fueled by heartbreak… and a love that won’t let go. The day she was told she had six months to live, her husband’s betrayal cut deeper than any diagnosis. While grappling with a brain tumor, Cynthia overheard her stepsister’s cruel confession: “I’m pregnant.” One look at her husband’s face told her the truth — the affair was real, and the baby was his. Eight years of marriage, discarded like trash. Her pleas were met with her mother-in-law’s venom who saw her only as a nanny, a cook, a housekeeper, a cleaner – never a daughter-in-law and her eight-year-old son’s chilling wish for a “new mom.” Broken and abandoned, Cynthia vanished

"Let go, Jax. You're hurting me." His smile twists into a cruel smirk. "Oh, I'm hurting you? That's rich coming from you, angel. You think you can just waltz back in and expect me to fall at your feet?" His voice drips with venom. "Newsflash: you're under my authority now, and you'll do exactly as I say. Unless you'd rather kiss your salary goodbye." To save her dying mother and pay off her debts, Aurora reluctantly returns to the city she despises with her daughter, only to find her ex-boyfriend as her new CEO- the guy she had rejected and left broken years ago. Now, as Jax wields his power over her, revenge becomes the only currency that matters. As their complicated p

Blurb I thought I married him for love. That wide-eyed, naive girl who jumped into the arms of the first man with eyes that shone ever in the dark, and with curly dark hair that made her fingers itch….didn’t know the truth. He didn’t marry me for forever. Ares Brooker – ruthless, untouchable, and devastatingly sexy- only made me his wife to get back at my father. And for a while, I thought the worst thing he could do was ignore me, bring other women into our home, and treat me like I was a prisoner in his glass mansion. I was wrong. The worst thing was overhearing my father tell him on the phone that he could "Kill me for all he cared." That I meant nothing to him, it was walking

It was only a sixty-second dare: Kiss the campus "Ghost" and keep my crown. I never expected that the boy in the thrift-store hoodie would be the one to ruin me. To the students at St. Jude’s, Elias Thorne is a scholarship nobody. To me, he was social suicide—a boy beneath my notice. But when I pressed my lips to his, the world didn’t just catch fire. It exploded. One night of frantic, impulsive mistakes in the back of a car was supposed to be my dark secret. I was the Ice Queen; I was supposed to wake up, wash the taste of him off my tongue, and go back to being perfect. I was wrong. Elias isn't a ghost anymore. He’s a shadow that follows me into every room. He has my secret caught on camer