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After being reborn, the first thing my cousin and I did was switch grooms. In our previous lives, we had gotten married on the same day. She, gentle and composed by nature, became the wife of Blake Malcolm, the aloof naval commander. On their wedding anniversary, Blake skipped the occasion to celebrate his childhood friend's birthday. My cousin had only wanted an explanation, but Blake claimed his conscience was clear. They fell into a silence that lasted fifty years. And me? With my temper—quick to fight, never one for patience—I had married an accountant from the machinery plant's compound. The accountant was soft-spoken, forever complaining about how loud I was, and how little I cared about appearances. We fought every three days, major arguments every five. Eventually, he stopped coming home. Less than a year into the marriage, we divorced. Then one day, my cousin and I opened our eyes and found ourselves young again—and it was the day we were to marry. Again.

I double over in pain after assisting Adrian Randall with a late-night operation. He immediately carries me to a ward to check on me. However, before he can do that, he receives a call from a patient and hurries off. That night, I miscarry. When I come out of the operating theater, I see his childhood friend's social media update. She's shared a photo of her baby bump. "He hurried to come to my side just because I was lost. You have to treat Adrian well in the future, my darling!" I rub my belly, which throbs with a dull ache. I don't cry and demand an explanation from Adrian as I would have in the past. Instead, I like the post and apply for a position on the Borderless Medical Assistance Program. The day I leave, the high and mighty Dr. Randall looks at me with red-rimmed eyes. He asks, "How can you bear to leave me behind?"

There's an eighteen-year-old young man who was the only left descendant of an extinct clan long ago. Cautious, distanced, and not quick to trust, that's Makari 'Mak' Cohen. As the only one left in his clan, his life since his birth has been in danger because of the creatures he loathes the most; the creatures that caused the extinction of their clan- the werewolves. In his time, will the hatred remain in his heart or will he learn to open himself up and accept that not all werewolves are evil like Heroux Wolfert, the current Alpha of the Scarlet Moon Pack who unfortunately is also currently the smallest and weakest pack and looking for a solution to rebuild his Pack? When the two strangers meet, will they find the answer to their questions in each other? Will Makari find with Heroux the "safe" place he has been looking for for a long time or will he also suffer the same fate as his clan at the very hands of Heroux who is looking for strength and power? In the light of the blue moon began, in the light of the blue moon will end. Let the magic of the moon prevail. Moon Drip.

My adopted sister won the Elixir Challenge by stealing my potion. To her shock, she was informed that the event was a selection event for the future wife of the Serpentkins' future head—the same heir who was infamously impotent, barbaric, and hideous. When the Serpentkins sent over a proposal letter, demanding her hand in marriage, my fiance panicked and promptly took my adopted sister away for a quick marriage and even consummated. Once the deed was done, she returned triumphantly, showing off the mark on her lower back. "Well, what are you going to do now, Winnie?" she gloated. "Your fiance is mine now, and you'll be twenty-five in three days. If no one comes to pick you up, you'll just be dumped into the hands of some wife-beating Rogue who is ageing and unwanted…" Actually, she was wrong—I had a choice. I went to the parlor where my parents—who were busy fixing the mess my adopted sister made—were, announcing, "If she refuses to marry the future head of the Serpentkins, I will!"

“What can you pay in return for my protection, Ms Ferrari?” His deep velvety voice greeted my ears. “Anything!” I breathed out without weighing my options. Because I was more than desperate at that moment. He stood up and stepped near me before caressing my cheek with an unrecognizable glint in his eyes. “Then be my bride, Bella.” And just like that I sealed my destiny in his tainted hands. It was my first mistake. Second was, to fall in love with him, madly and irrevocably without knowing his hidden lethal identity. ……. Aaron Salvatore Knight! He emanates power, affluence, confidence, and the luggage of forbidden deeds. His eminence stirs the souls of the city with his domination, elusive games and title of ruthless Heir of the Knight family. Eligible billionaire? Not only that. He is the next boss in line of 'Cosa Nostra', one of the crime families in New York. He is known by the name of "Velenoso" in the underworld because whoever meddles with him or becomes a barrier in his way, has tasted his poisonous side. But Even The Devil is bound to some Traditions. To get the title of ‘Capo dei capi’ He needed to follow the tradition of marrying the Italian breed so He began his search for his prey. But what happens when some ordinary religious girl, a believer of Mother Mary's teachings, strikes his life unexpectedly with her not-so-called appearance and shakes his identity among the people? Would He be able to get her into his twisted life or would she try to escape his entanglement of games? Would she serve him the purpose of finding something He wants? The Italian Bride! Well, dive into this dark journey of these two different burning spirits where The Devil meets his innocent Angel!

Vasilios was just as quick, his hand gripping my arm and pulling me into his arms quicker than I could blink.  “You ran away from me once, Cassandra, you won't be doing so again.” “What are you going to do? Chain me up? Stick me in a tower and throw away the key? I don't belong to you, Vasilios,” I raged, pushing against his chest. “You may not belong to me, but you're still my mate and my wife!” he threw back, anger burning in his ice blue eyes. ~~~ Three years ago, Cassie ran away from her family and her life as the newly married bride and future Luna of the ruthless Vasilios Kythira. Making a new life for herself wasn't easy, but she did it. Will this life be torn to pieces when Vasilios finds her? Or will she find that he was what had been missing all along... ~~~ This is the second book in the My Mafia series, and while it is a continuation of My Mafia Master, it can be read as a standalone book.

Zahra-Rose’s life crumbled in a single night, her mother and siblings kidnapped, her father, the alpha of the Moonshine Pack, killed. Rejected at the altar by her mate, she vowed never to trust again. But fate isn’t done with her yet. To save her pack, Zahra-Rose is forced into an arranged marriage with Alpha Ashvin the cold, ruthless brother of the man who broke her heart. Feared across the three realms, Ashvin hides a dangerous secret. Beneath his fearsome exterior, the weight of leadership drives him to escape into the human world, living a double life as a nameless stripper. When Ashvin unexpectedly encounters Zahra-Rose in his secret world, forbidden feelings begin to surface—emotions he has buried for years. Their union was never meant to be about love, but as they join forces against a shared enemy, sparks ignite, and alliances blur. With danger closing in and secrets threatening to destroy them, can Zahra-Rose and Ashvin overcome their pain and trust one another? Or will their pasts and the enemies lurking in the shadows tear them apart for good?

I was performing the hundredth "restoration" surgery on my mafia husband's latest mistress when I finally decided to leave him. For five years, I, Isabella Rossi, have lived a double life: the respected wife of a powerful Don, and the personal physician tasked with "purifying" the women he discards. Vincent's twisted religious conviction is his law: only a wife untouched by any other man can bear his legitimate heir. I was that pure wife, yet he treated me as his most unclean possession. My love for him died a slow death. A thousand empty nights. It was killed by the cold steel of my own operating table. By the sounds of other women boasting about his touch. The five-year prenuptial agreement that bound me to this hell was set to expire at midnight. I had already called my grandfather, the only man Vincent truly fears. My escape was hours away. By the time he realized his mistake, it was too late.

Reynold Wayne De Luna Abrasado, panganay na anak ng mag-asawang Nathalie Janelle at Pierce Wesley. May sarili naman silang bahay pero mas madalas ito sa bahay ng mga ninuno kasama ang pinsan na bestfriend Khalid Mohammad. Ang pinsan niyang half Arab, half Pinoy. Nasa kaniya na ang lahat even international girlfriend. But deep inside of him has a hole. Pakiramdam niya ay may kulang kaya't magpapaalam siyang lalayo muna upang hanapin ang kulang sa buhay niya. And after two years of being away from his family, finally he went home with the answer of his question. Sa kaniyang pagbabalik na dala-dala ang pag-asang mahal siya ng taong mahal niya. May katugon kaya ang katanungang nasagot niya sa kanyang paglayo? Mamahalin kaya siya ng babaeng halos double ang edad sa kaniya?

A San Francisco boy. Double world champion. Famous bad boy. Adrenaline junky. And my brother's best friend. He seeks to control his guilt. I like the feeling of chaos inside. He hurt me. I hate him ... but love and hate sometimes are indistinguishable. Damion Grimm lives by the rules. HIS rules. Rules he never ever breaks. Fast bikes, fast brunets, fast life. That's how he copes. He doesn't do relationships. Especially not with his best friend's little BLONDE virgin sister. I'm not his type. But when my family's past comes back to haunt me, I learn that things are not always as they appear. Sometimes monsters like to hide. Sometimes bad boys can have wings. Sometimes hate can be love. Sometimes control can be lost. Sometimes sex can create miracle beans. But most importantly - I've learned that you can always make new rules.