Don T Know What To Do

I am the sole heir to the Alpha King of Northaria, but I'm an Omega. All of Northaria awaits the day I come of age, hoping I'll awaken the kind of Alpha bloodline strong enough to claim the throne. But when the day finally comes, I'm still just a low-rank Omega. So, they say that the true heir must be one of the three "pledged Alphas" my father adopted from the major tribes. Whichever one of them marks me becomes the ruler of all Northaria packs. But none of them have ever truly looked at me. The one I like most is Quin Lawson. When I fainted on the snowy plains as a child, it was he who carried me back to the pack. I've tried countless times to get close to him, only to be met with nothing but cold, contemptuous stares. I used to think he was just emotionally distant—until the Moon Goddess Festival. That night, I saw him kneel before Silvia Anderson, the daughter of my father's second-in-command. His voice is soft, and his gaze is tender. "I'm marrying Evelyn only to repay the Alpha King's kindness. Once I get the inheritance, I'll make you my Luna. As long as she doesn't harm you, I'll even grant her a piece of land to live out her life in peace. You're my true mate." The night before the marking ceremony, my father asks me who I choose. I think of the way all three of the pledged Alphas look away whenever our eyes meet. I smile and say, "I'm the rightful heir of Northaria. My mate should be someone who brings the greatest strength to our pack. And so, I choose Alpha Heath of the Pyraxis pack." The air goes still. My father frowns. "Him? Are you sure? Every one of his mates has died under mysterious circumstances. His wolf is known to be vicious—no one dares get close to him. You truly want to be his mate?"

Not so fast blue eyes,what did I say about disobeying my orders? he asked with an angry face as he move closer to her his voice dangerous and possessive I try to defend myself but the look he gave me made me zip whatever that want to come out off my mouth up. I'm going to punish you blue eye,you are mine and you belong to me alone,why will you wear something Skippy for other male to stare at? Strip!! ...... His name is Lorenzo, a devil incarnate that kill without mercy,he owns the mafia world,his name scream fear . Just one encounter with selena and he became obsessed calling her his but what happen when she is too pure for the kind of world he owns...can a Catholic sister blend into the mafia world? Selena who has worship God all her life and raised in a righteous way. What happen when she gets entangled with the most deadliest mafia lord? Will she be able to change this sinner?

" How do the dead come back to life?" Hazel queried when she met her supposed dead husband at her sister's engagement party. The man she mourned for five years has been alive and well. But he's no longer hers, he's her sister's. Roman didn't believe it at first. Hazel persisted, but when he finally discovered the truth, she's thousands of miles away and is about to wed his business rival.

"St.gardens?!" "Yes, sir cho" "Come closer, let me see you properly!" "...umm...that should be enough, sir Cho! Auntie said that, it's just once a week!" Cho Ja Nathaniel"....." "Are you done, St.gardens?!!" "I...I am sorry, sir Cho. I am just st…" "Mnnn...mnn...stop it, sir Cho!! This is not right!! I signed a contract!" "What f**king contract is that?!! That is between you and my mother!! I'm signing another one! We need more to make a stamp!!" "...What?! No!!" "No?!! I see you are really fierce. Well, you should know that I like your kind!!" "F**k you!!" "Haha…! No, little girl! You don't stand the chance! But don't you worry, I'll help you! I'll f**k you instead and quite well too!!" St.gardens"....." ****** Haneul Ja St.gardens is a gentle, innocent and sweet girl but also covered with taekwondo skills. One thing that is constant in her life, is bad luck. She could not find a better job to make her life more stable. St.gardens is feeding from hand to mouth, until the day she meets a middle aged woman. She offers her a deal she can not refuse because the benefit is awesome. St.gardens is to become a surrogate mother for her son Cho Ja Nathaniel. Things might not go well the way St.gardens has planned and she asks herself several times, if she should really do it, or not? ****** A refreshing book, wrapped specially for you! Join them as they search for the right key to the invisible golden door! Happy Reading! Please, stay safe. #For me and for all! Love from Author Elaami.

Holly thought she had it all—a decade-long marriage to the love of her life, Michael, a cozy home, and a sense of stability. But when Michael starts pulling away and forming a suspiciously close bond with a charming coworker, Holly feels the familiar pangs of being invisible in her own love story. Determined not to jump to conclusions, she supports Michael through his stress, even as her own insecurities and loneliness deepen. But everything changes during his work trip. Faced with the slow unraveling of her marriage, Holly chooses herself for the first time in years. She throws herself into therapy, fitness, and healing—reconnecting with parts of herself she had long buried. By chance, she meets Finn, a magnetic bartender with a guarded past and a knack for listening. Their late-night conversations turn into something more… something safe, yet electric. Now caught between the ashes of a long-term love and the flicker of something new, Holly must answer the hardest question of all: Can love survive betrayal—or is it time to let go of what once was, to make room for what could be?

Grávida de nove meses, vi a amada do meu marido se mudar para a nossa casa com uma desculpa qualquer. Ela fingia sofrimento sempre que me via, e ele me acusava de exibir a barriga só para provocá-la. — A Rafa já sofre demais! E você ainda exibe essa barriga enorme só pra machucar! Só vai aprender se eu te der uma lição. — Rosnou ele, com frieza. Sem hesitar, mandou me trancar no sótão e proibiu qualquer um de me trazer comida. Supliquei, dizendo que os gêmeos estavam grandes, que o médico havia pedido minha internação urgente, pois o parto podia acontecer a qualquer momento. Mas ele apenas riu como se eu estivesse contando alguma piada tola. — Ainda faltam três dias pro parto. Não inventa desculpa para escapar! Vai pro sótão pensar bem no que você fez! Isso é o mínimo, depois do que fez com a Rafa! — Ele insistiu, ignorando completamente a minha dor. No sótão escuro, gritei até minhas unhas se quebrarem na porta. No silêncio sufocante, as contrações rasgavam meu corpo, cada onda de dor parecia não ter fim. Coberta de sangue, exausta e ainda presa, percebi que meu filho não sobreviveria. Três dias depois, enquanto tentava tomar um mingau, meu marido, já incomodado, comentou com desprezo: — Manda a Joyce descer para me preparar o mingau, e depois vá pedir desculpas à Rafa. Se ela pedir de um jeito decente, pode até levar ela pro hospital na hora de parir. Mas ninguém respondeu, pois o sangue já escorria do sótão, degrau por degrau, inundando a casa num silêncio mais aterrador que qualquer grito.

The life trial system "If You Think You Can Do Better, Prove It" burst onto the scene like a traveling circus promising wonders. The idea was plain enough: "If you reckon someone's life is a mess, and you think you can do better, go ahead and prove it. There's a reward waiting if you do." Before I knew it, my whole family had me pegged for the fool in the middle of the show. There was my mother, dreaming of turning me into some grand goose; my husband, who'd spent years dodging his rightful share of the family load; and my son, mortified by the very sight of me. They shoved me onto the "judgment seat" like I was the villain of the tale. Every last one of them swore up and down that, given my place, they'd manage my life better than I ever could. The stakes? Well, if they pulled it off, my consciousness would be erased—gone, wiped out like a mistake on a chalkboard—and turned into their personal servant. On top of that, they'd waltz off with a cool million dollars. But if they couldn't? Then I'd be the one raking in three million dollars. Now that's a gamble for the ages, isn't it?

Grávida de nove meses, fui feita refém no último andar do prédio por Afonso, um ex-funcionário que guardava rancor por ter sido substituído pelo meu marido no trabalho. Ele me esfaqueou dezenas de vezes. Meu marido, José Rocha, capitão da equipe de resgate, direcionou todos os recursos para salvar sua primeira namorada, Cecília, que, em depressão, ameaçava incendiar seu apartamento alugado. Eu não pedi que ele viesse me salvar. Na vida passada, por ter ligado para ele pedindo socorro, José largou Cecília para me resgatar. Eu e o bebê sobrevivemos, mas Cecília morreu no incêndio que ela própria provocou. José, na aparência, não me culpou. Reservou uma suíte VIP na maternidade para mim. Mas, justamente no dia do parto, ele me amarrou e, diante de mim e do nosso bebê, desferiu dezenas de facadas! – Naquele dia, você e o sequestrador me enganaram juntos, não foi? Seus ferimentos eram superficiais! Você nunca ia morrer! – Já que você gosta tanto de ser esfaqueada, eu faço esse favor pra você! Quando abri os olhos novamente, voltei ao dia em que fui sequestrada. Desta vez, decidi deixá-lo ir salvar a primeira namorada.

"Why were you flirting with another man?" Christian’s voice thundered through the room. "Maybe you shouldn’t have flirted with another woman," Jane shot back, her voice cold but trembling with suppressed hurt. For five long years, Jane and Christian endured a loveless marriage — one built on duty rather than affection. Everything changed when Amanda, Christian’s first love, returned to town. Her arrival coincided with Jane’s tragic miscarriage, tearing Christian between the desires of his body and the quiet pull of his heart. Now, Jane has walked away… and it’s killing him. Especially when he sees her with another man — Jared. But Jared has secrets, dark ones, and Jane is about to uncover the truth behind his intentions. Just when she thinks she’s reclaiming her life, a shocking revelation threatens to change everything: Jane is pregnant again — and the child is Christian’s. Will she keep the baby? Can she trust Jared after learning the truth? Or will she return to Christian — the man now on his knees, begging for forgiveness and a second chance? Jane must choose between the man who broke her… and the one who might do it again.

On the run from her adoptive father for five years after being sold to the Russian mafia, Lianna took refuge in the states. She thought New York City was a safe place for her, that it was her ticket out of the mafia world. Little did she know that it’s swarming with people much vile than the place escaped from. This city will pull her deeper into the underworld. ~~ "I'm not her." He stood up from his chair abruptly that it fell behind. It took him three strokes until he was holding my neck, lifting me, and pinning me on the wall as he choked me. He breathes the smoke in my face but I was losing air in my lungs to inhale it. "I've searched for you and you're giving me this crap?" he hissed in my face. "Try something else, Alexa, or I'll bury you alive." He let go of my neck, I gasped for air as my lungs took all the air it needed. It's better if he ends my life anyway. I thought to myself. "Where is it?" he asked as he stood beside the table. "Where is what?" He lifts a tattered knife in his hand as he walks slowly to where I stood now. "I'll carve my name in your chest if you don't stop acting dumb, Alexa." He traced the neckline of my dress with his knife. The pointed cold blade sent shivers all over my being. "Where did you bury my father!?" ~~ [Mature Content] Photo credits to Nikola Jovanovic