Dog Scratching Until Bleeding Novels & Stories

🩸 SYNOPSIS – Blood Moon: Claimed by the Mafia Alpha In a world where power is ruled by blood, loyalty is bought with fear, and monsters walk among humans… one wrong night changes everything. Amara Vale was never meant to be part of the darkness. Just an ordinary girl trying to survive, her life shatters the moment she witnesses a brutal mafia execution—an act that marks her for death. Hunted, broken, and bleeding, she runs… but there is no escaping men who own the night. Until she falls into the hands of something more dangerous. Lucian Vex Nightshade is not just a mafia lord—he is an Alpha King, ruler of a hidden werewolf empire built on dominance, violence, and absolute control.Ruthless, and feared by all, Lucian does not hesitate to kill… especially not fragile humans who wander where they shouldn’t. But when he finds Amara on the brink of death, something impossible happens. Instead of killing her… he saves her. Turned against her will and thrown into a world she doesn’t understand, Amara should have become just another wolf under Lucian’s command. But she doesn’t. She fights him. Defies him. Challenges a man no one dares to question. And worse… there is something inside her. Something ancient. Something powerful. Something that makes even the most dangerous Alphas uneasy. As rival mafia empires rise, enemies close in, Amara finds herself at the center of a war she never asked for. And Lucian? He is no longer just watching her. He is obsessed. And dangerously unwilling to let her go. In a world where love is weakness and power is everything, one truth remains She was never meant to survive. He was never meant to feel. But under the blood moon… He will claim what is his.

Katherine Harrington spent five years loving a man who never chose her. When her husband forces her onto an operating table to give his pregnant mistress a kidney, Katherine finally understands her place in his heart—nowhere. Left bleeding and dying, she begs the Moon Goddess for one last chance. This time, she won’t love him. This time, she will make them regret everything. But fate has other plans . Because the man who saves her isn’t just powerful. He’s the ruthless Lycan Tyrant feared by every pack. And the moment he sees her, his golden eyes darken. “Touch her again,” he says coldly, “and I’ll wipe your entire pack from existence.”

When the earthquake hit, I found myself buried under the rubble, barely clinging to life. My wife, Meghan Hudson, charges into the collapsing office building without hesitation. However, the person she rescues is Gerald Parker, the new technical specialist at my company. Even as she hurries away with the rescue team, she doesn't spare me a single glance. Severely crushed and bleeding heavily, I'm rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery. Yet, Meghan pours all her care and attention into Gerald, who barely has a scratch on him. In the end, I'm completely disheartened and pull out the divorce papers. Meghan goes berserk and tears them to shreds, thinking I'll give in like I always did. What she doesn't know is that this time, I'm truly exhausted.

"I woke up in the villainess's bed, but the real nightmare was in my bathtub: a bleeding, unconscious Lycan King. In the original novel, Scarlett Thorne—the woman I’ve now become—claims this amnesiac beast as her fiancé to secure her power. Three months later, when his memories return, he tears her limb from limb. To survive, I must change the script. I’ll nurse him back to health under a fake identity, keep my distance, and disappear before he remembers who he truly is. But as the full moon approaches, the 'tame' man in my basement begins to hunt me with a gaze that is anything but forgetful. He's supposed to be my death sentence. Why does his touch feel like a soul-binding command?"

Connor Lockwood abandons me at the hospital's entrance even though I'm bleeding in the middle of my pregnancy. He insists on sending his client, a divorcée, home. The blood flows down my legs, but he hurries off without another look back. He should've been at the hospital and by my side, but instead, I see him in his client's social media update. It's captioned, "Thank goodness for my wonderful lawyer. Do you know who gets to have hangover soup when they're drunk? Me!" I spend the rest of the night wide awake. The following morning, I calmly dial a number. "Dad, I've made up my mind. I'll return home in three days to take over the company."

Betrayed. Beaten. Bought. Allison thought she found freedom in her boyfriend, Elliot, who promised to help her escape from her abusive father and grandmother, but instead, he delivered her straight to a black market auction. Now, she was left bleeding on the stage, grieving the brutal loss of her unborn child. She was seconds from death when a voice echoed through the hall: “I’LL BUY HER.” The buyer is Lazar, a Lycan Alpha who paid a fortune not for a slave, but for his mate. In order to avenge the injustice and cruelty that has been done to Allison, he delivers savage justice to her abusers and offers her absolute protection in his Pack. Allison's fight just began because now, she is caught between the Alpha’s possessive love and the hatred of a Pack that wants her dead.

At the contract-signing meeting, a major client casually asks our new technician if she can handle her alcohol. She immediately pours a glass of red wine over his head and says coolly, "This sort of socializing is a bad habit. I'm putting an end to it." Leon Langley, a top client who brings the company 300 million dollars in annual revenue, flies into a rage and tears up the contract on the spot. As the project lead, I bend over backward to apologize and drink with Mr. Langley until I'm hospitalized with gastric bleeding—just to salvage the deal. When I report the incident to my boss, he scolds me instead. "As the person in charge, you nearly ruined the project. Forget the three-million-dollar commission we planned to give you. Consider this a warning." After that, I put Hannah Storrie's name on the department's downsizing review list. She sneers. "I'm a top talent the boss poached at great expense. I'm not some cheap hostess who survives by smiling and drinking like you. "Firing me would be throwing the company down the drain. When that happens, you'll be begging me to come back." I ignore her. However, when the review period ends, the name on the layoff list turns out to be mine. My boss seizes the opportunity to announce that Hannah will replace me as the new sales director. "Clients are extremely important to us. You don't seriously think you're capable of landing them, do you? "Hannah's is more qualified, more tech-savvy, and prettier than you. She's clearly the better choice." I simply smile, turn around, and dial a number.

My adopted daughter, Phoebe Marsh, possessed an evil ability. Whenever she got hurt, the pain would also be inflicted directly on my biological daughter, Maisie Shaw. She deliberately hurt herself, covering her body with wounds and bruises. Then, she would turn around with cold eyes, watching Maisie writhe on the floor in agony until she passed out from the pain. With no medical solution available, I broke down and held Maisie close, begging my husband, Brandon Shaw, to send Phoebe away. However, he would erupt in fury. "It's obviously Maisie who's been faking illness for attention, and you're making up this ridiculous story to get rid of Phoebe. She's just a fragile, helpless child. How can you be so vicious?" After that, Phoebe escalated her self-harm even more viciously. Meanwhile, Maisie spent every day curled up in the corner of her bed, refusing to let anyone touch her. On Maisie's birthday, Phoebe threw herself from the fifth floor. Just as Maisie was blowing out her candles and making a wish, she suddenly began bleeding from all her facial orifices, and she died instantly. Yet, Phoebe only suffered minor scrapes. I died from overwhelming grief shortly after. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to Phoebe's first day in our home. Maisie was playing with her Legos when she suddenly clutched her ankle and started crying. This time, I grabbed the broom from behind the door and swung it toward Maisie, shouting, "I'll beat you up for faking illness and seeking attention!"

The night I was supposed to become Luna of Bloodmoon Pack, my fated mate rejected me in front of everyone. Caden Ahearn looked me in the eyes and said the words that ripped our bond apart. His brother accused me of attacking him. His mother smiled while I vomited on the ceremony platform. And the man I loved—the man who'd held my hands until now—walked away like I was nothing. I was banished at dawn. No pack. No family. No future. I ended up bleeding in the rain on enemy territory, half-dead from rejection sickness, waiting for rogues to finish what Caden started. That's when he found me. Damian Vargasin. The Savage Alpha. The most dangerous wolf in the region. He carried me home like I weighed nothing, protected me like I mattered, looked at me like I'm meant to him. He said there was no price for his help. No expectations. No debt. But his wolf recognized something in mine. And the way he touches me—gentle, careful, like I'm precious. Now Caden wants me back. His mother wants me dead. And the truth about who really destroyed my life is about to explode. I'm carrying secrets. I'm carrying power I don't understand. They say the Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes. But if she meant for me to end up here—in the arms of my enemy, hunted by my past, falling for a man who could destroy me—what does that say about her plan? What does that say about me?

After completing the quest, I insisted on staying in that world, foregoing the lucrative rewards. It was because I had a happy and perfect family there. My brother was a genius world-renowned scientist, and all his research achievements were named after me. My father was the world's richest man, and all his wealth was under my name. My mother was an extraordinarily talented dancer, but she gave up the stage just to spend more time with me. My family pampered me. I was the most envied pampered daughter in the world… until the day their real daughter, Carrie Langford, showed up at our door. Their love for me vanished overnight. From then on, I became inconsequential. Carrie orchestrated her own fall down the stairs, and my mother was so angry that she broke my leg. I ate a small bite of the cake Carrie threw away, so my father locked me in a dog cage for three days to dine with the dogs. He also made a golden cake for Carrie to make her feel better. Just because Carrie complained that her heart hurt, my brother dug out my heart for her and replaced it with an artificial heart. "It's just a heart. You've always been healthy. Carrie needs it more than you do." Calmly, my brother stood to the side, analyzing the data. "Don't worry, artificial heart technology is already very advanced, so the theoretical survival rate is very high. You won't die." After my soul left my body, I saw Carrie casually throw my heart into a trash can. The long-dormant system was awakened. [Would you like to take back everything you've given them, including your father's wealth, your mother's dancing talent, and your brother's intelligence, in exchange for a chance to revive?]