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After witnessing her mother being killed in cold blood at the tender age of 8, Alice Francesco sets herself on a mission to find and seek revenge on the mafia responsible for her mother’s death. Alice had thought her mission would be without any loopholes, but everything changed when she crossed paths with Zade Vicenzo, the Don of the Vicenzo mafia empire.

Mi hijo me pidió algo que no podía darle. —Solo tres oportunidades, mamá —susurró—. Si después de eso realmente no nos ama... nos iremos para siempre. Estaba hablando de su padre, Giovanni Romano, el heredero de un imperio mafioso y mi esposo solo de nombre. Él nunca nombró a mi hijo como suyo y no me dijo que me amaba ni una sola vez. En la primera oportunidad, a Giovanni le falló la memoria, en la segunda, mintió y en la tercera... rompió algo que ninguna disculpa podía arreglar. Así que empacamos nuestras maletas, tomé la mano de mi hijo y nos fuimos. Sin lágrimas ni despedidas, solo en silencio. La noche en que nuestro avión despegó, mi teléfono vibró. “Espera”, decía su mensaje. “Regresaré a casa”. Pero ya mi casa no estaba donde él estaba, sino donde mi hijo finalmente pudiera dormir sin llorar. Porque algunas promesas no se rompen, se destruyen, y algunas madres se cansan de esperar.

Ivory grew up just like every other girl in her father's pack. Her kindhearted nature drew everyone in, making her extremely popular. With her porcelain skin, sky blue eyes and white hair made her look like a goddess. The whole pack was excited for the full moon to finally find their mates! Ivory ended up finding more than just her mate. After crashing the party, Ivory's uncle reveals himself, making the truth of Ivory's heritage come to light. Can Ivory, daughter of the Moon Goddess and Mother Nature, stop her uncle, Creator of the Underworld from taking over Earth?

Trapped in a life of servitude, Andronika yearns for a destiny beyond gutting fish. A chance encounter with the enigmatic Tristan ignites a spark within her, but as shadows deepen, a web of deceit unravels. Betrayal, manipulation, and a ruthless Alpha Orion threaten to consume her. Forced to become a warlock princess and a lycan.Andronika fights for survival and honor. Bound to an Alpha she despises, she navigates a treacherous court, her heart torn between duty and desire. As she delves into the mysteries of her birth, a shocking truth emerges: she is not merely a pawn in a deadly game, but a force to be reckoned with. With every step, Andronika confronts her destiny, a path forged in blood and sacrifice. Betrayal, love, and the weight of a prophecy push her to the brink as Love and loyalty clash in a desperate struggle for freedom. Can she break free from the chains of fate and forge her own destiny? or will she be consumed by the darkness that surrounds her?

why are you not on matching lingerie!,!!What did I teach you the last time! You are such a stubborn girl. Do you know what happens to people who can’t pay their debts? “They don’t get to walk away. They’re sold off, dragged into places they can’t imagine. Sophia’s life took a different turn when Her mother abandoned her in the shackles of her debt after squandering all the money she loaned from different people. Now she have to choose between options which are no better than each other to meet up with the debt.

A vast barbaric army is on the march. One hardened captain and his elite commandos are the kingdom’s last hope… Jack fights to honor and avenge those who died under his command. Hunted by savage foes, with only his small band of soldiers for support, it’s a race against time to put an end to the Owlaw’ leader before he unleashes a devastating new attack that would destroy everything he’s fought and bled to protect. “What do you think a hero is? It’s just the right person in the right place making the right choice at the right time. Heroes aren’t born. They’re made.”

Charlotte was nine years old when she witnessed the brutal murder of her mother and her three friends. Barely escaping death, she went on the run. For years, she avoided all male relationships, built a career for herself as an architect but always lived out of a go-bag in case she was ever found. When Charlotte's first major client turns out to be her mate, she had no choice but to work with him. Alpha Waylon was just about to take a chosen mate but Charlotte turned his world upside down. He had every intention on ignoring the mate bond. It wasn't until he found out Charlotte's deepest secret that he decided he wanted her. Charlotte is wanted for the murders of her parents, the King and Queen. Can Waylon save her before it's too late?

I was raised to believe that love meant endurance. That if I loved him enough, I could survive anything. For seven years, I was stationed at the border—alone, bleeding, freezing, nearly dying more times than I can count. Every transfer request I submitted was denied. Every time I asked why, I was told the same thing: the family needed me. The alliance came first. Others needed protection more than I did. What I didn’t know was this— Every sacrifice I made was approved by the man who claimed to love me. Adrian Holt, the Don who raised me, protected me, promised I would be his Donna one day… He was the one signing my name away year after year. He chose widows. He chose alliances. He chose power. And he chose for me—without ever asking. Because he was certain of one thing: That no matter what he did, I would never leave him. He believed love meant I would understand. That loyalty meant silence. That I would forgive anything—as long as he said he loved me. So when I finally walked away, I didn’t argue. I didn’t beg. I disappeared. And that was the moment his world collapsed. Now he’s tearing through cities, alliances, and his own sanity trying to find me— Too late realizing that love is not sacrifice when only one person bleeds. This is not a story about redemption. It’s a story about what happens after you lose the woman who endured everything… And finally chose herself.

Zephyr stood with her head bent low and her hands clasped in front of her. His dark aura made cold sweat roll down her spine, and she felt herself trembling. She felt his ethereal dark gray eyes fall upon her, intensifying the urge to scurry away as he closed the distance between them. She tried to move backward, but her back pressed further into the wall, reminding her she had no place to run to. His larger frame towered over her as he placed one hand beside her head. Zephyr had seen many men, and she could confidently say none held a candle to Alpha Damon Alaric. Damon was handsome in every way, and if she didn't know better, she might have mistaken him for the devil. Zephyr shivered when his fingers grasped her chin and tilted it up to meet his dark gaze. "Zephyr…" Alpha Damon trailed off, a sinister smirk playing on his lips. Her heart raced as his thumb gently caressed her lips. "Didn't I tell you you're mine? How dare you let another man touch you?" His voice remained calm, but his eyes spoke volumes. Zephyr's heart skipped a beat when his hands moved to her bottom, gently caressing the soft flesh and stirring sinful desires within her. "Or do you want me to take you to my bed and remind you to whom you belong?" Zephyr Cyrus was the lowest of all kinds; even the Omegas easily trampled her because she was a slave. She had accepted her fate, knowing that denying it would only lead to death. However, everything began to change when the Alpha's shrewd eyes fell on her.

My son asked me for something I couldn’t give. “Just three chances, Mom,” he whispered. “If he really doesn’t love us after that… we’ll leave forever.” He was talking about his father — Giovanni Romano. The heir to a Mafia empire. My husband in name only. He never called our son his own. He never once said he loved me. Chance one, Giovanni forgot. Chance two, he lied. Chance three… he broke something no apology could fix. So I packed our bags, held my son’s hand, and walked away. No tears. No goodbyes. Just quiet. The night our plane took off, my phone buzzed. “Wait,” his message read. “I’m coming home.” But home isn’t where he is anymore. It’s wherever my son finally sleeps without crying. Because some promises don’t break — they shatter. And some mothers never wait again.