Cú Chulainn

“One day earlier or later—what’s the difference?” Henry asked calmly. It was my thirtieth birthday. The deadline of the promise he made beside my dying mother’s bed. But that day, he needed to take his pregnant sister-in-law to her prenatal appointment. “She’s carrying my late brother’s only child,” he said. “Why are you fighting her for this?” I wasn’t fighting for a date. I was fighting for the last shred of dignity in a fifteen-year love. The girl who once meant everything to him Had slowly become the unreasonable one. The sister-in-law who used to disgust him Had somehow become the one he needed to protect. So I smiled and said, “Fine.” And I left. Three days later, I turned thirty without him. That was the day Henry Jones began to regret it. Because soon he would learn— The baby wasn’t his brother’s. The betrayal didn’t start with me. And the woman he chose to hurt… was the only one who ever stood by him. But by then—I was already gone. And this time,He would be the one begging.

Si Lou Wisesun ay may kakayahan na makita ang future marriage ng isang tao. Kaya nitong tuklasin ang buong pangalan ng taong mapapangasawa mo at taon kung kailan mismo kayo maikakasal. Handa ka bang magbayad para makilala si “The One”? Ngunit anong gagawin mo kung nakita sa’yo na ikakasal ka sa isang mahirap na farmer? Sa isang lalaki na may limang kapatid at walang ibang ginawa ang buong pamilya niya kundi ang magtanim ng palay sa kanilang bukiran. Kaya mo nga bang baguhin ang takbo ng tadhana mo? This is the story of Onalisa Gwen. She has a mission. A mission to stop marrying her future Husband in order to protect her family reputation.

Unloved. Bullied. Family-less. John's life was a blueprint for despair until he decided to break free. Determined to leave his past behind and start anew, he set out armed with nothing but determination and a dwindling bank account. Choosing to save money, he pitched his tent in the forest for the night. But beneath the tranquil canopy of trees lies a world brimming with secrets, and John's fate is about to take a dramatic turn. His very first night beneath the stars sets off a chain reaction of events, revealing powers he never knew he possessed and awakening a mysterious presence within him. As John grapples with his newfound abilities and a cryptic inner voice, he becomes entangled in a perilous dance with his shifter lineage and the hidden forces of the supernatural. Yet amidst the chaos, a glimmer of hope emerges – the promise of a love he's always yearned for. John must summon courage he never knew he had to confront his past and forge a future unlike any other.

“If I could not escape in peace as the victim, then this time, I would be the executioner. This time… I would kill him first.” Forced into a marriage of convenience to secure the Sinclair family’s billion-dollar inheritance, Julia spends ten years trapped with a cold and unfaithful husband. On the very day she is finally supposed to be free, she is betrayed, humiliated… and murdered by her own husband and his lover. But she wakes up on her wedding day. Protected by an amulet passed down through the women of her family, she relives the same cycle for the third time. In her previous attempts, running away and submitting did not prevent her death. Now, Julia decides to change the rules: instead of trying to survive, she will seek revenge. Colder and more dangerous, Julia begins manipulating the Sinclair power games while growing closer to Caleb, her husband’s best friend, the only man who ever treated her as a choice rather than an obligation. Scarred by deep trauma, Julia struggles to trust again, while Caleb slowly wins her over with respect, consistency, and loyalty. Amid love triangles, betrayals, family secrets, and premeditated murder, Julia plans to destroy Michael, frame his lover, and bring down the empire that imprisoned her. But the greatest choice will not be revenge. It will be allowing herself to love again.

Sechs Jahre lang hatte ich darauf gewartet, Alpha Kaels markierte Gefährtin und offizielle Luna zu werden. Beim ersten Mal rief Lyra – die Gefährtin seines verstorbenen Bruders – weinend an und behauptete, Einzelgänger-Wölfe hätten sie angegriffen. Er ließ mich am Altar stehen und rannte los, um sie zu retten, doch es stellte sich heraus, dass sie sich lediglich im Wald verlaufen hatte. Beim zweiten Mal tauchte er gar nicht erst auf, weil Lyra gedroht hatte, sich das Leben zu nehmen. Später erfuhr ich, dass er ihr die Luna-Kette gegeben hatte – weil ihre Wölfin angeblich mehr Schutz brauchte als meine. Beim dritten Mal ging ich selbst auf die Suche nach ihm und fand ihn bei ihrer Vorsorgeuntersuchung. Seine Hand lag auf ihrem Bauch. Er wusste nicht, dass auch ich seinen Welpen in mir trug. Mit gebrochenem Herzen beschloss ich zu gehen. Nachdem ich verschwunden war, drehte er fast durch vor Verzweiflung, mich zu finden.

Everyone in Palermo knew Alessandro De Luca had a reputation. He was the Boss of the De Luca family, one of the oldest bloodlines in Sicily — a name tied to the port, the courts, and half the construction contracts in Palermo. Wealth, power, discipline—those things were expected. Romance was not. He didn’t chase women, and he never went back to the same one twice. Until me. When we broke up after a brutal argument, he did something no De Luca had done in generations—he stood outside the gates of the Moretti estate, my family home, for an entire day and night. I watched from behind the curtains and never opened the door. The next day, he came inside the estate kitchen himself. Alessandro De Luca, who grew up surrounded by servants, tried to cook my favorite seafood pasta with his own hands. He burned the sauce. I threw it away without tasting it. On the third day, he found the necklace my grandmother had left me—something my uncle had sold years ago—and bought it back, paying far more than it was worth, just to return it to me. At a formal family dinner, in front of elders and allies, he made it clear: No more women. Only me. It took him a year to win me back. That summer, fireworks lit up the Palermo coastline as he announced our engagement. I believed he had chosen me. Until the night of a private gathering at an old harbor estate. A young woman was being pulled forward in the middle of the courtyard, her dress torn at the shoulder, tears running down her face. Alessandro went still. Then he stood up. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t explain. He just walked toward her. And something inside me went cold. I rested my hand over my abdomen. There was something I hadn’t told him yet. He broke his word that night. So I broke mine.

When Leila stumbles into the territory of the Blood Moon pack—shot with silver, broken, and with no memory of her past—she is a stray with nothing to her name. But Kai, the fearsome young Alpha, refuses to cast her out. Instead, he takes her in, protects her, and ensures her education. But by doing so, he unlocks an ancient curse with cruel enemies that will test loyalties and love. Dagger of the Blood Moon is a gripping romantasy of fated mates, fierce loyalty, and a love powerful enough to forge a new world from the shadows.

"All three of us are going to fuck you tonight, omega. Over and over until you're dripping with our cum and sobbing our names. And you're going to take every inch like the good little wife you are." Emerald Ukilah—the unwanted daughter, the pack outcast, the girl no one would miss—is now the wife of the three most dangerous Alphas alive. The Ravencourt triplets don't just want her body. They want her complete surrender. Her screams. Her tears. Every shuddering orgasm they can force from her trembling body. Magnus breaks her with brutal dominance, fucking her until she can't remember her own name. Daemon edges her for hours, teaching her that pleasure is a weapon and he's a master. Cassian pins her down and makes her keep her eyes open while he destroys her—but sometimes, in those brown eyes, she sees something that looks like worship. She was supposed to be a sacrifice. A lamb to the slaughter. But these wolves don't want to kill her. They want to keep her. Own her. Ruin her so completely that she'll never want another touch. ***** Why settle for one when you can have them all? Why Choose is a collection of steamy short stories where one woman never has to make the impossible choice. Four men? Three best friends? Two rivals who would burn the world just to share her? Each story explores a different fantasy, a different heat level, and the same answer every time—she doesn’t choose.Because when it comes to passion, love, and lust… why choose?

Je suis morte le jour où j'ai remporté le Prix international du doctorat en médecine. Mes parents, mon frère et mon fiancé venaient de célébrer les seize ans de ma petite sœur. Ils ne sont rentrés à la maison que trois heures après ma mort. Sur les réseaux sociaux, les photos de famille rayonnaient de bonheur, tandis que moi, je gisais dans le sous-sol étouffant, baignant dans mon sang. Avant de mourir, j'avais lutté pour faire glisser ma langue sur l'écran de mon téléphone, tentant désespérément d'appeler à l'aide. Mes parents et mon frère avaient bloqué mon numéro. Seul mon fiancé avait répondu. À l'instant où sa voix s'est fait entendre, il a lâché sèchement : « Winona, l'anniversaire de Winnie est important. Arrête d'essayer de détourner l'attention avec tes excuses pitoyables. Assez de cinéma. » Cela a achevé la dernière étincelle qui me restait pour survivre. Dans ce râle électronique, mon cœur s'est arrêté. La centième fois qu'ils la choisissaient, elle. La centième fois qu'ils m'abandonnaient pour elle. Mais c'était aussi la dernière. Ils pensaient que je m'étais encore enfuie pour attirer leur attention, et que s'ils me donnaient une bonne leçon, je finirais par revenir en rampant, pathétique. Mais pas cette fois. Parce que je n'avais pas quitté la maison. J'étais allongée dans le sous-sol de chez moi.

Fille du Bêta de la Meute de l'Ombre, je suis née avec la force, la grâce et la loyauté. Justin, futur Alpha de notre meute, était proclamé mon compagnon destiné dès notre première rencontre. J'avais cru dur comme fer que nous étions faits l'un pour l'autre. Si la Déesse Lunaire nous avait unis par ce lien sacré, même la mort n'aurait pas pu nous séparer. Mais cette certitude s'était effritée il y a trois ans. Sous prétexte de rembourser une dette de vie, Justin ne cessait de me repousser pour cette louve errante, Marissa. Un à un, il lui avait offert tout ce qui nous appartenait : notre maison, notre amour… Jusqu'à nos projets de vie, sacrifiés sur l'autel de son prétendu chagrin. La quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième fois a été la dernière. La dette était enfin soldée. Vêtue de ma robe de cérémonie, je me tenais devant l'autel et attendais qu'il pose sa marque sur moi. Hélas, tout ce que j'ai reçu, c'était une nouvelle, cinglante comme une gifle : il venait d'offrir à Marissa une pierre lunaire suprême, symbole d'un amour éternel. À cet instant, la digue de ma souffrance a cédé. Ma louve a hurlé en moi, un cri primal, ravagé de chagrin. Cette fois, je ne l'ai pas fait taire. Il était temps, décidément, de laisser la place à Justin et à sa précieuse sauveuse...