Death Blossom

Just because I forget to bring my mate's lover back—leaving her alone in the wilderness for three hours—he flies into a rage and throws me into an abandoned well in the desolate countryside. "You need to experience the torment that Belinda was put through." The well is deep and narrow, forcing me to curl up in my wolf form. I struggle to breathe. I plead for mercy and beg for forgiveness. However, all he does is tell me off icily. "Stay there and repent for your sins. You'll only understand the dignity required of a Luna once you learn your lesson from this." He orders his men to seal the well with a large boulder. I let out anguished howls and roars as I claw my way upward. However, I only fall back down over and over again. The walls of the well are covered in my claw marks. I continue like this until I can't make a sound through my parched throat. … Half a month later, my mate's heart softens when he sees the birthday gift I've prepared in advance for him. He decides to end my punishment. Unbeknownst to him, worms and snakes have already gnawed my body beyond recognition at the bottom of the well.

Alpha Kai's Son. My father's shadow still dominates the BloodCrest Pack I'm trying to lead; even becoming Alpha didn't change a damn thing. So I take my anger out on any poor bastard put in the steel ring with me. It calms me, but only for a few hours; because blood-red rage follows me everywhere I go. It follows me into the cage the night I'm pitted against an opponent half my size. An opponent with a bigger chest than your average gym buff. A woman... I think I'm doing the right thing by refusing the fight because I know this woman will meet Death at my hands. That is, until my wolf growls the word I never expected to hear in the middle of a fight. MATE. With a name as sweet as her scent and a right hook to match, I know I can't accept Cherie as my mate. Not with the beast I inherited from my tainted bloodline - a Lycan with a thirst for blood… So do I reject sweet Cherie to protect her, or do I indulge in the whims of my beast and claim her? * Cherie I didn't expect to meet my mate when I decided to step into that ring that night. But the second my wolf recognized its mate, I knew it wouldn't be over. Creed Volkov is every bit as terrifying as they say, but I won't allow myself to be bullied by another man. I've come here to win; I NEED to win in order to protect those close to me. Running away from Creed seems like the logical choice, I find myself in that ring with him again. Why can't I bring myself to say the Rejection Vow? And why am I suddenly having dreams about a red-haired woman?

After a tragic accident left Emily Yates without her memories, she fell in love with her savior, Justin Yates, unaware that he was hiding the truth and using her as a stand-in for his first love. For three long years, Emily poured everything into the relationship, hoping he would love her back. But on the day Justin proposed, he held his "one true love" in his arms and left Emily stranded on a foreign street, still expecting her to remain his secret mistress. Emily decided she would no longer be his stand-in. She ripped up the contract, kicked Justin out of her life, and hid her pregnancy before faking her death. When word of her death reached Justin, his world shattered. He fell gravely ill, barely clinging to life. Five years later, they crossed paths again. Emily had risen to fame as a renowned painter and jewelry designer, while Justin had swallowed his pride, now shamelessly chasing after her. “Emily, I know I messed up. Please, don’t leave me,” he begged, desperation in his voice. “Emily, can’t you just look at me, not other men? “Emily, I’ll be your model. Come over tonight and paint me, please? “Emily… Emily… My wife…” Emily’s fury boiled over. “Get lost! Who said I was your wife?” But Justin clung to her, refusing to let go, acting shamelessly. “I don’t care. You promised to marry me before, so that makes you my wife. “I don’t care! I don’t care!” he repeated.

Lucille Johnson's mother suddenly dies, and her father can't wait to welcome his mistress and her daughter into the family. Her grandfather says, "You're an ingrate and an imbecile. You don't deserve to be a member of the Johnson family!" Her father says, "How did I ever end up with you as a daughter? You heartless monster!" Her stepmother says, "Bree's always been weak, even as a child. How could you force her to the point of death over a man?" Lucille becomes the worst socialite in Whiteloop City, but she doesn't bother explaining herself. One day, a group of bigwigs start speaking up on her behalf online. Wait—isn't Lucille supposed to be a powerless socialite who's fallen from grace?

"Marry me and I'll give you a million dollars." "What?! But you're so...so..." "Devastatingly handsome? Smoulderingly sexy?" "NO! Obscenely obnoxious!" *** This was how Daniel Winters, the CEO of Winters Architecture proposed to Jane McKay, a down on her luck single mother. She desperately needed money to gain custody of her child and he was in frantic search for a wife and a baby to retain his inheritance. And so, these two unlikely souls struck up an agreement - a one year contract marriage that would supposedly benefit them both. But one year is a long time, and according to Murphy's law 'anything that can happen will happen.' So the question is, will Daniel and Jane be able to stand each other for 365 days without going for each other’s throat? Will Daniel's family find out about his greatest lie? Will the baby of Jane's father come back for his flesh and blood? And most importantly, will this unlikely marriage blossom into something more?

My husband was in the late stages of liver cancer. Afraid of dragging me down, he committed suicide by jumping into the river. I couldn’t swim, but I dove in after him without hesitation. To give him the will to live on, I told him about winning the lottery. He pretended to struggle but took the chance to shove me underwater, drowning me. Before I could rest in peace, he ran off abroad with his first love using my money. Only then did I realize that he had planned to fake his death all along just to get rid of me! When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he jumped into the river. You wanted to die, huh? Well, let me help you with that!

Three days after my death, Dominic Sharp receives a phone call asking him to identify my body. He has an arm wrapped around a woman's waist as he says indifferently, "I couldn't care less if she's dead. Call me once she's been cremated." My body is sent to the crematorium. After putting the ashes into an urn, an employee calls Dominic again. He clucks his tongue impatiently. "Alright, alright. I'll be there soon."

Ava was born and termed a curse from birth, hated and rejected by everyone in the pack because her birth didn't only kill her mother at labour, but also took the life of her unborn twin brother. She was the daughter of the Alpha, but was treated as a slave with her royalty stripped off. It got worse when she turned 18, but never met her mate or harbored an inner wolf. She was a disappointment and a shame to the pack. When the Beta's daughter was abducted by the Alpha, she decided to torture Ava more by taking her to school to get berated and bullied by other students. Not knowing she was helping fate take it's course. ***** Jaden was the Lycan prince of the Oman kingdom, the smallest kingdom but the most powerful as they were all Lycans far stronger than the werewolves. Although he was handsome with extreme powers, special abilities and solid figures, his heart was dark and had no interest in love. His parents' attempts to find him his desired lady were all futile, but his visit to a werewolf pack changed everything. With her sapphire blue eyes, enthralling smile, and alluring smell, the bullied pretty slave girl piqued his interest and entire attention. She was a diamond covered in ashes. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew he had found her. His true mate. But just as their love was about to blossom, something that has a tendency to tear them apart struck. Jaden's dark past and Ava's true identity.... Secrets bound to turn their love to hatred.

Human one day, wild beast the next. Maggie’s perfect life is turned into shambles when she is bitten by an injured wolf while hiking. Six months in a mental institution undergoing torturous treatments have left her bitter and out for blood. With a little aid, she escapes and finds herself indebted to her savior, who is after the wolf that changed her life, the elusive Ultima. After years of searching, she finally catches a break. The Alpha’s Freakshow is the key to her freedom, and she finally has a plan. Only one problem, the more time she spends with the Alpha, the more she seems to fall for him. And falling for the man she intends to betray might just be the death of her.  Axel has a checkered past of heartbreak and betrayal. After being exiled, he finds himself an outcast and an alpha with no pack, so he creates one of his own. Axel sought out the misfits within the shifter community and gave them hope again. Banding together, they created a show that brings magic to the humans and money to their pockets. Everything seems to be going well for Axel. That is until his mate shows up and she is picture-perfect, the stark opposite of him. Axel is torn between accepting her and telling her his darkest secret or rejecting her to spare her the pain of what he is.

His dark eyes roved her body from head to toe as he sized her up. The intent in them speaks volumes of her ruination. "Strip!" She stiffened and blinked in a haze of raw fear as he prowled towards her. Involuntarily she took a step back then another and another all the while keeping her fear-filled eyes fixed on him before her back touched the wall. She flinched and the very next second he was looming over her like a crazed beast. He rested his arm on the wall above her head and leaned down peering at her big hazel hues with that evil smirk dancing on his sinful lips. "Are you afraid, human?" His deep raspy voice and his aura were ominously dark and dominant that her knees buckled. Her chin jutted out in a fearful tact as she tried not to cry in front of her tormentor. His smoldering eyes fell on his favorite items, her trembling plump lips, and quivering chin. "Strip for me Ava or else," He edged closer as his hot raspy breath caressed the shell of her ear like the whisper of death as he continued. "I will not hesitate to tear your clothes!" He growled, animalistically.