Ebon Moss-bachrach

My company had arranged a wilderness survival retreat deep in the heart of Moonshadow Forest—a place where even seasoned wolves tread cautiously. That night, a sudden downpour ripped through the campsite, drenching the earth and filling the air with the thick scent of damp moss and shifting soil. I woke abruptly, the cold seeping into my bones. Instinctively, I reached out to the space beside me, seeking the warmth of my mate. Empty. A sharp pang of unease clawed at my chest. My wolf, dulled by the suppressant herbs I had taken to blend into human society, stirred restlessly. Fumbling in the darkness, I grabbed my phone and dialed Nigel. The line barely had time to connect before he emerged from the undergrowth—disheveled, breathless. His grip was iron-tight as he seized my wrist, pulling me downhill. His scent was sharp with adrenaline, but beneath it—something foreign, something wrong. We ran, my boots sinking into the mud. My keen vision caught glimpses of his rumpled clothing, the way his collar was misaligned—and the faint imprint of lips on his jaw. My pulse pounded in my ears. Betrayal. I wrenched my arm from his grasp, my claws itching to unsheathe despite the human form I forced myself to maintain. "Where were you?" My voice came out low, edged with the danger of a wolf barely leashed. The suppressants in my bloodstream faltered under the weight of my fury. The storm had driven everyone into their tents, leaving the clearing eerily silent as we reached the base of the mountain. But she was there. A woman stood beneath the flickering glow of the emergency lanterns, her hair tousled, her fingers gripping Nigel’s jacket as if it belonged to her. I knew her. The new intern. Her face held an unsettling resemblance to mine, as if the Moon Goddess herself had carved her from the shadows of my reflection. The realization struck like a silver dagger to my chest. Even the mate who had once sworn to fight the world for me had given in to betr

"Huff Huff, who am i? rather what am i?" Blake thought swaddled in moss and mud. Justice, did such a thing exist?. It's a dog bite dog world,the strong remain strong and the weak are being trampled upon. Pathetic. Being weak is pathetic. Hah!!!, this ... this was doomed right from the start. With the devil's grin and longing for the blood of his enemies he let out blood curling screeches. "This isn't over!!!!" He screamed into nothingness. This is story brings you to a world of explicit and realistic romance, it's an coming of age story of great protagonists and their intertwined, buried histories. *WARNING CONTAINS MATURE SCENES!

"Jane! Jane!! You must stop", Andre raised his voice at her as he tried to catch up with her. " Don't come close to me Andre, it's painfully obvious that we really just used each other, we keep lying to ourselves but we know that this.....this thing we have done all this while cannot be called love", she turned to scream at him as tears poured down her cheeks. Andre was shaken and froze in his tracks, the hurt in her eyes too visible to be ignored. The winds of fate blows a single mother, Jane moss 23 into the path of Andre 25, the heir apparent to the Fernandez group of companies. The relationship begins with suspicion and confusing circumstances, they are finally forced together by an exchange that would be mutually beneficial. Jane wants to sell her liver to offset her huge debt and set her daughter up before she dies as she has just been diagnosed with a brain tumor while Andre's estranged mother needs a new liver. As they spend time together, an unlikely romance blossoms between the billionaire son and a dying woman. How will Jane's only child Stephanie adjust to the new man in their lives? Will Andre's Proud father approve of the opportunist lurking around his son? Will they both summon the courage to admit to themselves that they love each other?

Conan Moss never asked to belong-least of all to Levi Dunham, the future pack leader raised to rule with silence and strength. But when a long-forgotten ritual binds them together, Conan finds himself thrust into the very heart of the political and emotional chaos he spent his life trying to escape. As Levi ascends to power, Conan is forced to navigate a world of expectation, control, and hidden agendas-where affection can be a weapon, and trust is the rarest form of power. But Conan isn't the same boy the pack once ignored. He's sharper now. Colder. And as the pressure mounts, he'll have to decide what kind of Luna he wants to be: obedient, ornamental... or something the pack has never seen before.