Decades

The day my brother, Chester Rodney, came to the orphanage to take me home, my boyfriend Dominic Huxley looked at me coldly and said, "If you choose to acknowledge your birth family, we're over." I knew he had his pride—he could never accept the difference in our social standing. So, for him, I turned my back on the family I had yearned for my whole life. In the decades that followed, I toiled without complaint, saving every cent to help him rise to success. By the time I was not yet fifty, overwork had worn me down. Lying on my deathbed, my breathing shallow and weak, I watched Dominic on television. He was now an acclaimed scientist, just awarded the nation's highest research honor. Tears welled in his eyes as he thanked another woman. "All these years," he said, "I never felt worthy of Alicia. But now, maybe I can use this award as the prologue to a love I've owed her for decades." The "Alicia" he spoke of was the woman mistakenly switched with me at birth—the false heiress the Rodney family raised as their own. The camera zoomed out. Alicia Rodney stood radiant, graceful, and perfectly preserved by years of luxury, blushing as she accepted the trophy. "I waited for you for decades," she said sweetly, "but marriage is still something I'll need to ask my brother about." Chester, who had long taken over the family, looked at her with an indulgent tenderness tinged with something unspoken. "I was adopted by our uncle back then for one reason—to protect Alicia. Making the only princess of the Rodney family happy has always been my life's mission." Only then did I realize—everything I thought I had chosen freely, every sacrifice I made without regret, was nothing but a trap, carefully woven by two men, all for Alicia. The betrayal pierced my heart. I died without peace. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Chester came to take me home from the orphanage. I glanced past the two men eyeing me with subtle disdain. Without hesitation, I stepped into the car. "Take me home," I said. This time, I'd send whoever stole my life back to the gutter they slithered from.

Ever since he was a kid, Sieghal was convinced that something terrifying was lurking under the sea, waiting for him with its jaws wide open. But he had no clue what kind of creature it could be. His fear only grew worse when his dad fell into the ocean, forcing him to return to his hometown—Shira, to face the terror he'd never been able to overcome for years. Returning to Shira after all these years was no cakewalk for Sieghal, who despised the sea. While most folks would say the ocean is a super romantic place, not for Sieghal, it was just a gateway ready to drag his soul into death. Unlike him, the people of Shira believed that the ocean, which had sustained them for decades, was protected by a guardian—a wonderful entity with shimmering silver scales. And it was this entity that had saved his dad when he fell into the sea during a massive storm that night. "Is seventy million dollars is enough to buy your dignity, Alfreeda Sieghal?" "Sir Dylan, I'm not to try sell my soul just to get money for my dad's medical bills."

After three decades of fighting each other, the humans and the werewolves had signed a peace treaty in Alexandra's hometown. She was summoned by the Alpha to marry the playboy billionaire, Luther Sinclair, to strengthen the treaty. But she knew that peace was the last thing that humans were aiming for because from the beginning, they were the ones who were more beastly than the wolves. They had always wanted to eliminate every single wolf in town. Alexandra became Luther's wife; he was the Governor's son and her stepping stone to infiltrate the humans' society and to fulfill their revenge plan. Her mission was to spy on him and make him fall in love with her and dispose him once she had uncovered all his family secrets. But there was a problem. She didn't expect the strong attraction she had felt for Luther. He was a tease and a devil in disguise who would never let himself be pushed around. And he had a mission, too: to own her heart, body, and soul. In this new battle where the loser will be devoured and only the wicked will win, can she still guarantee her victory?

Heat blooms between my legs, sudden and dizzying. It's as if he's run a thick finger between my pussy lips, circled my clit, slipped inside my slick channel. I can feel him stroking me, gently, then faster until I fall apart under his hands, under his stare, under his body. **** Iris Caldwell marries Edward Ashcroft for money and security – and becomes a widow before the day is over. The marriage contract leaves her with nothing but dependency, silence, and a place in the house of Edward’s father, Thomas: decades older, controlled, and dangerously attentive. From the first charged look, their attraction is immediate and illicit. What begins as protection hardens into command, what begins as fear turns into surrender. Under Thomas’s rule, Iris finds safety in obedience and heat in restraint. Every boundary sharpens the desire neither of them should feel... and cannot stop. A Daddy Dom and his little girl sub; a forbidden age-gap romance; a power exchange born of grief. A love that knows it’s wrong... and wants it anyway.

Arra, a young girl from the city was forced to live with her estranged father in a far away place after her mother passed away. She never thought that her life would be changed in her new environment. She meets the two popular and handsome students in her new school, the playful Cliff Aragon and the serious student and mysterious Shan Lark. These guys' family hated each other for decades that's why they can't get along. Cliff and Shan befriend her with their own purposes but only one goal, and that is to kill the divine lady. One is to avoid a big catasthrope that possibly happens in the future that could bring down his family. while the other one is to make sure that this catasthrope will surely happen that could benefits his family after killing her. But what if these two guys would not fulfill their missions but instead falls for Arra and protects her from possible danger? Who would Arra choose to love among these two guys and be together at the end? How will she copes once she knows her real identity as a Divine Lady that everyone wanted to kill?

Savannah is an independent woman, determined and courageous. She did not remarry after her divorce. She has three children, 2 biological and 1 adopted. She works as a freelance bookkeeper and a part-time payroll assistant. Ari is a 5 Star General in the military, widowed for years. He is the commanding officer in the CN province. Known to be ruthless, merciless, and cruel to the enemies of the government, the media gave him a title: Tiger of Asia. A focused officer, his priority is his military career. He told his nephew decades ago, "I killed my heart, Adam." At the Happy Hearts Military Ball... Do you believe in fate? Ari asks Savannah. No, I'm not familiar with it...Is it fate that we met at a time when I was ready to commit to a long-term relationship? Savannah was taken aback. Ari replied, "Perhaps in your book, but not in mine."I like you a lot. Ari is full of himself and arrogant. Savannah is feisty but an amazing person. Can they love completely without understanding the imperfections of each other? Will this relationship move forward to be the greatest love story of all time.

On the night I was publicly rejected by my fated mate, I made one unforgivable mistake… yet one wrapped in a bundle of joy. It took only one night to fall into the arms of his father. Alpha Kael, buried deep between my thighs, iron-clad dominance searing into me as he rooted a seedling inside me and robbed me of my innocence. Then the ancient medallion on Kael’s chest awakened for the first time in decades… and I ran with it. Hiding in a distant pack, bruised and broken, I discovered I was carrying more than a stolen medallion. I was carrying Kael’s child, an heir tied to a prophecy powerful enough to unite the territories or burn them to ash. And now Kael is hunting me. Not because of his baby, not even because of the medallion. But because of the sinful night that awakened a prophecy and forbidden desires capable of shifting the entire cosmos. This is a dark, steamy werewolf romance filled with forbidden desire, an intense age gap, a dangerous love triangle, secret pregnancy, and a powerful heroine rising from the ashes. Once you enter this world, you won’t escape unmarked.

Arra, a young girl from the city was forced to live with her estranged father in a far away place after her mother passed away. She never thought that her life would be changed in her new environment. She meets the two popular and handsome students in her new school, the playful Cliff Aragon and the serious student and mysterious Shan Lark. These guys' family hated each other for decades that's why they can't get along. Cliff and Shan befriend her with their own purposes but only one goal, and that is to kill her. One is to avoid a big catasthrope that possibly happens in the future that could bring down his family while the other one is to make sure that this catasthrope will surely happen that could benefits his family after killing her. But what if these two guys would not fulfill their missions but instead falls for Arra and protects her from possible danger? Who would Arra choose to love among these two guys and be together at the end? How will she copes once she knows her real identity?

She came back to New York to sign a few papers and disappear again. Instead, Elara Monroe walked straight into the war her mother started twenty-four years ago. Cassian Vale has been watching her for months, the last living heir to the woman who burned his family’s empire to ash. Revenge was supposed to be simple until he touched her and realized the fire in her blood felt like home. Now she’s caught between two brothers who should hate her: Cassian, the ruthless billionaire who wants her heart even more than he once wanted her ruin, and Adrian, the ex who left her once and will spend the rest of his life trying to earn her back. But the real danger isn’t the men who love her. It’s the uncle who once decided her mother belonged to him and who has waited decades to claim the daughter Victoria died protecting. Some legacies are written in money and power. This one is written in blood, secrets, and the kind of love that survives everything even the truth.

Two decades earlier, the realms of the Four Courts waged war against the covens of witches. Neither side would yield, though both were bleeding themselves dry in a war that spanned five brutal years. The Courts relied on their noble bloodlines, the witches on their wild and ancient spells. Each skirmish ended in ash, with neither enemy capable of breaking the other. Then a sorcerer from the Courts revealed a weapon: an octagonal crystal forged from eight different stones, each carved from the essence of a court. On the battlefield, before witches or nobles could comprehend what was happening, the crystal ignited. A blinding eruption of light burst forth, eight rays fusing into one unbearable brilliance. It was not merely sight that was torn away in that flash — but power, essence, and soul. Both Courts and witches alike fell, drained of the magic that had defined them. When the light faded, the battlefield lay silent under a sky of glittering dust. The enchantments were gone. The witches’ spellcraft, the courts’ line-born sorcery — extinguished forever. Neither side had won. Both had lost. And magic never returned.