Draw Link Zelda

“You don’t know the pit you’ve dug yourself in, Ms. Elena Lubov. Can you honestly tell me that if I slit your neck right now, you can still love me?” Michael asked as the knife on Elena’s neck began to cut slowly and draw a bit of blood. Their gazes never wavered. “I’ll cut my throat on your behalf, Michael, if it would make you believe in every word that I say” she said without fear, “I have nothing to lose.” she whispered. When the most powerful mafia boss finds out his past never existed, how can he keep his madness from destroying the future he created? When power and money is useless, what can the words of the dead do for those left behind? “You don’t know the pit you’ve dug yourself in, Ms. Elena Lubov. Can you honestly tell me that if I slit your neck right now, you can still love me?” Michael asked as the knife on Elena’s neck began to cut slowly and draw a bit of blood. Their gazes never wavered. “I’ll cut my throat on your behalf, Michael, if it would make you believe in every word that I say” she said without fear, “I have nothing to lose.” she whispered. When the most powerful mafia boss finds out his past never existed, how can he keep his madness from destroying the future he created? When power and money is useless, what can the words of the dead do for those left behind?

He didn’t believe in love. She didn’t believe in fate. But the contract demanded everything. *** Alpha Carlos rules with power, fear, and desire. When a sacred ritual threatens to strip him of everything unless he claims a human mate before the next full moon, he makes a deal with the devil, one desperate woman. Sarah, drowning in debt, signs a contract: one year of marriage, no questions, no feelings just obedience and pleasure. She never expected her new husband to be a dominant, possessive werewolf and he never expected his heart to betray him. But Sarah isn’t just human. She’s the missing link to a lost bloodline. And when enemies come for her, Carlos will break every rule to protect the woman he was never meant to love.

“Others may see her as nothing, but to me, she’s more precious than the moon itself.” Ignoring the stunned glances of everyone around, he fixed his gaze on me across the room and strode over with unwavering intent. I felt my heart pound, the same way flowers seem to burst into bloom. Omega Olivia never imagined that a one-night stand would link her to the enigmatic and powerful Alpha, Ryan. Given the stark difference in their social status, she braced herself for the worst—perhaps even the demand for a quiet miscarriage. But instead, Ryan took her home, pulling her into a love story beyond anything she could have dreamed. Yet, as she walks this path of romance, lined with both roses and thorns, will they be able to bridge their worlds, uncover the hidden conspiracies, and find their way to happiness hand-in-hand?

After the real son, Asher Vale, was brought back, everything in our house became tied to drawing lots. The chef of the day, who would have to cook a particular person's preferred dishes, had to be decided by drawing lots. Even our parents' kisses and hugs were chosen the same way. I always drew the short stick. The long stick, by default, belonged to Asher. He never had to do anything to receive our parents' love. Whenever I felt it was unfair and wanted to cry, Mom would scold me sharply, "I bought the lot-drawing box because I was afraid you'd feel hurt. I wanted to be fair to both of you. If you want something, decide it yourselves. Your father and I won't interfere. If you can't draw the long stick, you can only blame your bad luck." So I began practicing every day, shaking the box diligently, over and over, in hopes that one day, it would help me earn my parents' love. Unfortunately, for ten years, I never once drew the long stick. Until my birthday. Asher wanted to go to the amusement park, and Mom once again told us to decide by drawing lots. I secretly glued the two short sticks together and handed them to Mom, hoping to keep her with me. She slapped me hard across the face, screaming that I was cheating and disobedient. Then she stormed out of the house with Asher. When I fell to the ground, the short stick stabbed deep into my neck. 'I'm sorry, Mom. Next time, I'll work harder. Next time, I'll definitely draw the long stick.'

Gripped in a strange curse that is triggered by the full moon, Blanchet’s lover Neyru has started acting strange. When he disappears without a trail, Blanchet pursues him, finding a link between his disappearance and the wolves attacking her village. In the quest to save him from a dark madness, she is met by another boy, whose charm and quick wits beguile her. She realizes a truth greater than her, the village and everything that she has known so far. Meanwhile, this new boy holds a mystery that she has to solve, one that is necessary to save her lover! And when he shows interest in her, things start to become very difficult for her… Choices are presented, and she has to choose…either abandon her lover, give into the charms of this new knight in shining armor, or save her village and abandon both… what will she choose?

"You're mine Cassie, mind, body, and soul," he declared with a dangerous growl, "I'm the prison you can't escape." ******* A cryptic letter from her father leads Cassie Michaelson directly into the path of Lorenzo Giovanni, an infamous Mafia boss. Lorenzo, initially targeting Cassie to draw out her father, quickly uncovers a shocking truth: Cassie is his Fated Mate. Abducted and thrust into a perilous world of Mafia politics and werewolf lore, Cassie must reconcile her growing feelings for Lorenzo, the very man who murdered her best friend the night of her abduction with the dangerous allure of his half-brother, Leonardo. As she struggles to survive, a mysterious organization emerges from the shadows, intent on destroying Lorenzo, placing Cassie at the epicenter of a brewing war.

My Alpha mate Derek secretly inherited his sister-in-law Sarah after his brother's death. On the surface, I was his Luna, but in reality, Sarah was the one who truly held his heart. He praised me as the most exceptional Luna, tasking me with caring for all pack members, yet when Sarah tended to an injured male wolf, his jealousy flared so violently that he bit off the poor wolf's paw. In public, he proclaimed me as his beloved Luna to the entire pack, while keeping Sarah hidden safely in the shadows. When enemy wolves kidnapped me after discovering my identity, I desperately reached out through our mind link, begging for help. His response cut deeper than any physical wound: "Olivia, Sarah is carrying my pup. We'll tell everyone it's my brother's son. I must protect her and the baby without leaving her side for even a moment." "Just endure for a few days. Once Sarah's morning sickness improves, I'll lead all our warriors to rescue you." In the days that followed, I sent countless pleas for help through our link, but received nothing in return. Eventually, our connection shattered completely. For an entire year, those wolves imprisoned and tortured me. They broke my hind legs and ripped out my fangs, stripping me of my wolf's dignity. Derek never came for me. When I finally escaped and stumbled back to our territory, blood-soaked and broken, I discovered my daughter locked in the silver prison where rogue wolves were kept. She was being torn apart as food, her small body covered in wounds. Meanwhile, my mate—my pup's father—was joyfully celebrating the first birthday of his and Sarah's pup, announcing that Sarah's child would become the pack's heir. Tears streaming down my face, I gathered my skeletal little pup in my arms. "It’s OK, sweetie. I'll find you a better dad."

On Benedict Bradford’s birthday, he posted a link on social media with a taunting offer: [$1.99 buys you a prank—target: Sansa Stormcloud.] So when I arrived at his party, the guests drenched me in water, hurled glasses, smashed cake in my face, and shoved me down the stairs. Benedict sneered as he stood over me, arm slung around Lina Kipling. “You think you’re fit to marry into the Bradfords? Pathetic. “You’re not even in Lina’s league. You’re worth nothing more than a couple of dollars!” I picked myself up, dusted off my dress, and handed him an invitation. “You know, Benedict, the Bradfords have another heir. “And shortly afterwards, you’ll address me respectfully as your sister-in-law.”

For ten years, Lyra has been hopelessly in love with Kael, the powerful Northern Alpha. She endured ridicule in her pursuit, and even as Fated Mates, Kael never acknowledged her Luna identity. Before dying, she finally realized the cruel truth — Kael never loved her — and passed away alone on the bed where they were married. Fortunately, the Moon Goddess gave her a second chance. Reborn at seventeen, Lyra vows to live for herself and keep her distance. Kael panics at her withdrawal, unable to bear seeing her draw close to other Alphas. He believes the seemingly weak, Wolfless Lyra cannot escape his grasp, but she hides a true Alpha identity. Beneath their love, a far greater conspiracy quietly lurks.

I accidentally come across a post made by my mom's smurf account on the Internet. "Is it too cheap for me to prepare just a set of gold bars as a coming-of-age gift for my daughter?" My heart skips a beat. My parents are known for being extremely stingy. To think that they are willing to spend this much on me! I'm worried that my parents might overwork themselves just to prepare such a lucrative gift, so I take a screenshot and save the link to a three-year vacation tour that's priced at 999 dollars. Then, I decide to respond to the post as an anonymous user. "Your daughter will feel very happy as long as she receives her parents' love. No materialistic gift can ever outshine that." Five minutes later, Mom responds to me, "Thank you for your suggestion, but I've already taken my darling on a graduation trip in Enora last week. She had so much fun there."