Devilman Crybaby Wings

I filed to leave Doctors Without Borders a year in advance, just so I could return home, keep my promise, and marry Dennis McMillan. But by the time I got back, Dennis was already a father. I overheard him telling the housekeeper, "Let Anna stay abroad a little longer. Best if she doesn't come back at all. If she finds out I have a son now, she'll definitely cause a scene." It was only then that I understood—he had deceived me. Three years ago, he said to me, "Go spend three years with Doctors Without Borders. Toughen yourself up. Once you are more mature, you'll be ready to be my wife." And I was mature now. I wasn't the same girl who used to break down in tears whenever something went wrong. My tastes had changed too. And now, I wasn't interested in someone like him anymore.

My fiancee falls for someone else after going abroad to study. Her parents refuse to call off the engagement, and since we grew up together, I beg her to really think it through. In the end, she breaks up with him and marries me. But three years later, my shares are transferred without my consent. My company goes bankrupt, and I'm left drowning in huge debts. My parents can't take the pressure and pass away. Meanwhile, my wife leans into the arms of that same man from before and sneers, "You brought this on yourself." The next time I wake up, I realize I've gone back to the moment she just returned home. Watching her get cozy with another guy, I step up and suggest calling off the engagement. She thinks I can save my failing business by marrying her. But what she doesn't realize is that her own family's the one heading for ruin.

I built my wife’s family business from the ground up, sacrificing everything so that her world could thrive. The night I collapsed from stomach bleeding after too many business drinks, she was out laughing with her childhood sweetheart. She even had the nerve to call me dull and uptight. I smiled when I finally handed her the divorce papers. “I wish you both a happy life together.” But instead of signing it, she tore it to pieces, tears in her eyes. “I’m not letting you go,” she said.

At the banquet to welcome her home from her studies abroad, my fiancee, Sienna Vaughn, shows up hand-in-hand with her foreign boyfriend, Jacques Castillo. She announces that she is calling off our engagement. Her parents, Harold Vaughn and Marissa Jenning, beg desperately for me to try to win her back, for the sake of all those years we spent together during our childhood. But this time, I refuse. "Let's end the engagement. From today onward, we'll go our separate ways," I say. … In my previous life, I had taken pity on Harold and Marissa and sincerely tried to keep Sienna by my side. In the end, she agreed to marry me. But three years later, my shares were siphoned away, my company went bankrupt, and I was left with massive debts. Unable to handle the burden, my parents, Ralph Hale and Emily Pierce, passed away. Sienna, nestled in Jacques' arms, spat, "You owe me this!" … Now that I am given a second chance at life, I return to the very day she returned from abroad. This time, she can marry whoever she wants. She thinks that I'm marrying her to save my company from ruin. But little does she know that the one really headed for bankruptcy is her family.

The happiness of finding out that my mate was actually my first love was soon clouded by gloom because she was the sister of the alpha of our worst enemy. Is our love going to conquer all?

Katherine I thought he loved me. I truly believed no one could love me more than my king, the ruler of witches, Acan. I believed my marriage was full of love, that nothing could tear us apart. But I was wrong. On the night of the festival of elements, he didn’t just break my heart… he burned me alive! He believed he was rid of me, free to continue his affair with the woman he truly wanted. How wrong he was. I’m back, and this time, I’m out for blood. Darius I stayed in the shadows, loving her from afar because who could ever love someone like me? I’m nothing but a bastard, and worse, I’m one of the dark ones, born with powers that bring nothing but pain. And yet… I can’t hurt her. Maybe that’s why she isn’t afraid of me, why she smiles at me in a way that steals my heart. But strange things are happening around her—accidents whenever she looks away. I must protect her, especially after I learned the truth about why it has all happened. So I change our world. I change our reality. But while my dreams come true—Katherine in my arms—she is far from satisfied.

Take her! She is ours! The little wolf in front of me seemed as frozen as me, but that ancient old need only turned stronger now that she stood in front of me. I reached out and grabbed her by her neck. She gasped, shocked, and then I pushed her backwards, closing the door behind us and locking it. Yes, she was trapped now with the big, bad lycan king. *** Anastasia lost everything when she was a young child. Her entire family was killed by mysterious lycans, leaving her scarred for life and burned after a violent fire took her home. Luckily, she is found and taken in by her aunt, but Anastasia vows to find the lycans who destroyed her family, and to end them all. At a glorious party where Lycan King Roman is set to introduce his new queen, Anastasia hopes she can finally locate those responsible for her years of pain. Instead, she unexpectedly runs into the king in a bathroom. With one look, he becomes the center of her world. But can she trust him when she has sworn to hate all lycans? *Book 1*

Willow is destined to marry the young prince, Carter, the most desired wolf prince of all. But one night, while alone in the royal family's castle, she is slipped a potion that plunges her into a sudden, overwhelming heat. Confused and vulnerable, she thinks she is finding solace in her fiancé’s arms. Yet by morning, she discovers it isn’t Carter beside her, but Cain, his twin brother and the black sheep of the family. With her innocence lost before marriage and to the wrong brother, Willow is forced to wed Cain to save face. Still, whispers follow her everywhere, branding her as the easy-wolf who wanted both brothers. Determined to adapt, Willow struggles to embrace her new life, as she’s convinced Cain is behind her downfall. Their marriage is a battlefield, made even more complicated when the king is mysteriously killed. Now Cain and Carter must prove who is worthy to lead, but who will emerge victorious: the charming prince or the cold, ruthless alpha? *cover by getcovers*

After Daphne broke things off with King Roman, her reputation took a hit, and as a powerful lycan, she cannot allow her name to fall into ruin. Yet her heart can’t stop wanting Jackson, a werewolf Alpha, not meant for her. She tries to forget him by agreeing to a new union, but when he shows up ready to take her away, she realizes he is her escape from the world of expectations. Trapped together, she gives in to their bond, yet her dutiful side won’t forget everything she’s left behind. But can they survive being out in the open together? *Book 2* Recommended to first read The Lycan King's Scarred Mate

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.