Double-h Phantom Rider Boots

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself supposedly transmigrated to some ancient era. Every morning, before light touched the sky, someone would yank me out of bed to haul trash, chop wood, and do whatever filthiest job needed doing. Somehow, I'd become the lowest-ranked servant in the entire estate. The estate lord's son would climb onto my back and ride me around the courtyard like some pet he was proud to show off. Anyone in the household could hit me, kick me, or shove me aside, and not a single soul would speak up. Five years passed like that, so awful that I almost lost my mind, as if I were living in hell. Then one day, a group of servants cornered me. They didn't bother hiding their intention. The moment I saw their faces, I knew I was in trouble. Fists flew, boots landed, and everything blurred. Just before I passed out, I heard them whispering, "We're going to kill him if we keep this up." "Come on. This place only looks like some old noble estate. It's not an actual one. If he dies here, we're the ones who'll get dragged to court!" "Relax. Ms. Shaw will handle it. The idiot pissed off her childhood sweetheart. Getting tricked into this place is exactly what he deserves." Fear swallowed everything, and the world went dark. When I woke again, the lady of the house had conveniently "returned from visiting her family." The lord threw a grand celebration with tables full of food, wine flowing, and musicians playing like nothing had happened. I carried dishes into the banquet hall and lifted my head. Her face was the same as my wife's, Melissa Shaw. I set the final dish down, stepped closer, and in a voice only she could hear, asked, "Ma'am… are you enjoying your little game?"

J'ai eu une relation secrète avec Alex Thomas pendant cinq ans et je l'ai séduit d'innombrables fois. Même quand je me suis tenue nue devant lui, avec des oreilles de lapin sur la tête, il m'a simplement couverte d'une couverture de peur que j'aie froid. J'ai cru que c'était la retenue d'un chef de la mafia, qu'il voulait garder notre première fois pour la nuit du mariage, mais un mois avant la cérémonie, il a secrètement organisé le plus grand feu d'artifice de la ville pour fêter l'anniversaire de son amie d'enfance. Ils se sont enlacés devant tout le monde, ont mangé le gâteau ensemble, puis sont entrés dans un hôtel pour couples. Quand je les ai vus quitter l'hôtel ensemble le lendemain matin, j'ai compris qu'Alex n'était pas réservé ni froid, il ne m'aimait tout simplement pas. En sortant de l'hôtel, j'ai appelé mes parents : « Papa, Alex et moi, nous nous sommes séparés. J'accepte d'épouser le fils de la famille des Laurent. » Mon père a été stupéfait : « Mais tu ne l'aimais pas à la folie, Alex ? Comment avez-vous pu rompre ? » « J'ai entendu dire que le fils de la famille des Laurent ne pouvait pas avoir d'enfants… Toi qui aimes tant les enfants, comment feras-tu sans les tiens ? » J'ai répondu d'une voix lasse : « Ce n'est pas grave… je pourrai en adopter beaucoup. »

Tras la gran guerra entre humanos, vampiros, hombres lobo y elfos, se hizo un acuerdo que estipula que una descendencia híbrida sería la designada a gobernar el mundo. Cada siglo, las alianzas matrimoniales entre humanos y esos tres clanes decidían quién sería el próximo gobernante. Quien diera a luz al primer hijo híbrido reclamaría el poder para su linaje. En mi vida anterior, elegí casarme con Jax, el hijo mayor de la manada de hombres lobo, conocido por su férrea lealtad. Di a luz a nuestro hijo híbrido, un cachorro de pelaje blanco al que llamamos Zeal. Nuestro hijo se convirtió en el próximo gobernante mundial, y Jax obtuvo un poder inmenso. Mi hermana había codiciado la belleza de los elfos y se había casado con alguien de su clan. Pero sucedió que el príncipe elfo se acostó con todas las hembras del bosque. Finalmente, mi hermana contrajo una enfermedad que la dejó estéril. Celosa y amargada, provocó un incendio que nos quemó vivos a mí y a mi cachorro. Y entonces, volví a abrir los ojos. Estaba de vuelta en el día de las alianzas raciales. Sin embargo, mi hermana ya se había acostado con Jax primero. Sabía que ella también había renacido. Sin embargo, lo que ella no sabía era que Jax se comportaba brutalmente salvaje con sus compañeras, habiendo destrozado a innumerables lobas en su cama durante su periodo de celo. Y lo que tampoco nadie se esperaba era que, en esta nueva vida, yo eligiera a mi prometido en el más infame de los clanes. Elegí desposar a nada más y nada menos que el Lord del clan de los vampiros.

They say love is like a double edged sword. The one who makes you the happiest, can also hurt you the most. This was the fate of Melissa, when the only man her heart had only ever throbbed for and devoted her life to, Robert Mondragon……..her husband, discarded her like old soiled rags when he divorces her on the very day she planned to announce her pregnancy at the birthday celebration of her father in law. Putting an end to their contractual marriage that was always devoid of love, with the sudden reappearance of his first love and old flame…… Jodie Sanchez back in their lives, causing a rift in their union. Devasted Melissa leaves and ends up in an almost fatal car accident. One that alters the course of her life forever, when she wakes up with a new identity as Isabella Cassagrande, heiress to the Cassagrande fortune one of the most prominent families in Romania. Just when life gives her a second chance, she is plunged back into the Mondragon orbit with the arrival of Dante Romero an overzealous and ruthless billionaire business man. One that exposes a whirlwind of secrets and deceit, as they work hand in hand to crumble the Mondragon name and legacy.

New book I loved Dexter Lorenzo with my entire existence but unfortunately I was never the one for him. I was infertile and he said he would love me no matter what.For four years he had always been that sweet and caring husband, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world and even other girls were jealous of me. They thought I had the most influential man in Manila City wrapped around my fingers but behind closed doors, it was hell… That day, I learned the fact that he’s been cheating on me a long time ago, living a double life and having a twins with someone else. And that woman was no other person than my half sister “Emily Weston” I was mad and filled with furry. I pushed her but I didn’t expect that it would kill her babies. Dexter was furious and sent his lawyer to force me to sign the divorce papers. I was locked up for months and when I finally got out, no property and jewelry belonged to me anymore. I promised to come back for revenge. This time around, with triplets.

[WARNING: This novel contains EXPLICIT CONTENT. Not suitable for YOUNG READERS] My naivety was immediately noticed when I tried reciprocating his kisses. Ethan paused and looked deeply into my eyes as if he was trying to draw energy from mine “I can wait,” he whispered while caressing my hair. “Go on” I said without hesitation. I was already lost in passion. I was so f*cking h*rny. In my own defence, he is now my husband and so there's nothing wrong with that.

Unique héritière de ma lignée, je suis la dernière louve blanche au monde. Mon nom est Winona Akala. Fille d'un puissant Alpha, j'ai toujours vécu sous haute protection, jusqu'à cette nuit d'imprudence. Un mensonge à mes parents, une fête clandestine... et ce regard. Ce regard magnétique qui m'a foudroyée. Depuis, il est devenu mon unique obsession.

It was a bad idea. She knew it but she had no choice. After finding herself penniless after the death of her parents who nevertheless had a good fortune, Rose had no other idea than to loot the trunk of her old house to pay for her little sister's treatment. Anyway, it wasn't a theft because nobody knows about this safe... The house was empty because it was for sale, she was going to sneak in and she would never set foot there again. It was a perfect idea... When she entered the house, she suspected that there was someone but she persisted and continued... -Who are you? What are you doing at my house? She was so relieved that no one had touched her money so she hadn't even heard the footsteps... She turned to see a man...a man with a mask covering half his face. .. Frightened, she did not expect that this night could change her life... -I'll let you take your trunk and I'll offer you double more so that you serve as my escort, for one night... Rose could not understand such a proposal. However, she had no choice...

For ten years, Lily was the anchor. She worked three jobs, endured a repressive upbringing, and poured every cent into a future with Thomas, the man she believed was her soulmate. But when Thomas finally returns from abroad, the "happily ever after" Lily bought and paid for is revealed to be a meticulously crafted lie. The betrayal cuts deeper than infidelity; Lily discovers that her ex best friend has been a part of Thomas’s double life. As she uncovers dark truths about their history and the real reason Thomas was there for a decade, Lily realizes she was never a partner—she was a pawn. Stripped of her illusions and fueled by a cold, simmering rage, Lily realizes that to destroy people of their influence, she needs a power she doesn't yet possess. Enter Julian Vane, a mysterious and formidable figure with his own vendetta against the same circles that ruined Lily. Together, they strike a bargain: a marriage built on strategy rather than love. As Lily steps into a world of wealth, secrets, and shadows, she must decide how much of her soul she’s willing to lose to get even—and whether her new marriage is just another heartbreak waiting to happen.