Eight Years Lost A Love Unclaimed Novel

This is not a tale about roses and first kisses. It is a tale of primal lust and irresistible attraction between mates that were never meant to be together. Soon to be eighteen, Seraya will be mated to her childhood sweetheart on her eighteenth birthday and finally be able to trigger her shift. But what if he betrays her and claims another? Seraya is devastated, heartbroken, shunned and abandoned by the pack, perfect prey as she falls into the Drazien's lap. Drazien is everything her childhood lover is not, harder, rougher, older, and much more ruthless. Often called Fenrir's heir, he is the one of the five Lycans that rule the werewolf community from the shadows. His name alone is enough to strike terror in his enemies's hearts. When he is not killing, he is fucking and he never touches virgins. He offers her a contract; a fake mate bond for a month and in exchange, he will trigger her shift and get revenge on the ones that betrayed her. For a month, they must pretend to be in love but in private, the line is clear. Drazien wants nothing to do with virgins so why is it the most difficult thing in the world to keep his hands off this one? But Drazien is a man with many enemies and they just found the only weak link in his armor. Threats begin as warnings, and then her life becomes targeted such that it is now a full time job to keep her alive, forcing them even closer. In a month of danger, lust, drama and betrayals. Can Drazien keep his oath to abstain from her? And what if he cannot protect her all the time from the threats? Step into Seraya and Drazien's world to find out!

At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, I noticed something strange. My best friend, Darren Blackburn, who had always been single, had suddenly changed his profile picture to a couple’s photo. "So you’ve been hiding a girlfriend from me?" I joked with a grin. "When are you bringing her around? I should at least meet her and make sure she’s good enough for you." He just smiled and shook his head, brushing it off. "Not yet," he said. "It’s not the right time." Then Deanna Cunningham, my wife’s voice called out from the kitchen, "Babe, come help me tie my apron." I hadn’t even pushed my chair back yet when Darren was already on his feet, jogging over. He stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and tied the apron strings for her. I froze where I stood. Seeing the look on my face, he quickly tried to explain, "I’m just used to helping out at home. My mom’s always bossing me around. It’s basically muscle memory. Don’t read into it." I didn’t argue or make a scene. I kept my expression neutral and carried on with the dinner as if nothing had happened. Only after all the guests had left did I turn to Deanna, who was clearing the table, and say calmly, "Let’s get a divorce." She slammed the dishes down with a loud crash and glared at me. "Seriously? Over something like that? Just because he tied my apron once?"

After being in love with Dylan for seven years, I planned to propose to him at his birthday party. But then I overheard him speaking to his friend in Italian: "You like Lydia? I'll give her to you. I'm tired of her anyway. Sarah is better—she's a dancer, young and sexy." He thought I couldn’t understand, but he didn’t know that I had learned Italian for him. I threw away the ring I had designed for him, tore apart the wedding suit I had sewn and left. Our friends were all speculating how long it would take before I came back. Dylan sneered with disdain, "She’s just an orphan with no family. Where could she go without me? Three days at most." But to his surprise, I never returned and found a new home.

My husband was Damian, the Don of the Manhattan Mafia. Everyone thought he worshipped me, but the second his childhood sweetheart, Sophia, came back, I became invisible. He ditched me for her over and over again. It all broke when I started miscarrying. Even as my blood stained his car seat, he didn't even flinch. He just shoved me out of the car. "Sophia has a severe phobia of blood. You’re going to terrify her!" I woke up in the hospital to a taunting text from her: “I said I was a little hungry, and Damian actually got in the kitchen to cook for me. He spoils me way too much.” The photo showed the most powerful man in the city personally making her a meal. I didn't cry. I just called my mentor. "Sir, I had thought it through, and I was accepting the invitation for that international medical research project. Get me out of here. The further, the better." Since he couldn't let Sophia go, I decided to let them be. In three days, I was leaving Damian’s world for good.

When I went to register my son, Cody Vantor, for medical insurance before his first year of kindergarten, I was told I wasn’t his biological mother. "Are you sure this is your child? The system shows a different woman listed as the mother." I said nothing. I quietly snapped a photo of the unfamiliar home address, then followed it to the neighboring complex. When he saw me, my husband, Dorian Vantor, froze. His hand instinctively moved to block the doorway. "So you found out. But making a scene won’t change anything. I haven’t treated you badly these past three years." I looked past him, and my body went cold. The woman behind him was my younger sister, Summer Walsh, fresh out of college. She handed him a glass of water and gave me an apologetic smile. "Don’t blame me, Lennie. The doctor said I have postpartum depression. I can’t handle hearing a baby cry. Thank you for raising Cody for me all these years. I really am grateful." Just then, Cody, who had been waiting in the car downstairs, ran up. He rushed into Summer’s arms like it was second nature, then turned to look at me. "Aunt Lenora, don’t cry. Mommy said you’re a good person. That’s why she asked you to help. Daddy said if I behave and call you ‘Mom’ at your house, I can come back on weekends to see my real Mommy."

Lydia Hart loved Adrian Wolfe for three years. Three years of silence. Three years of coldness. Three years of hoping he would love her back. Instead, he gave her a divorce. Humiliated and heartbroken, Lydia leaves without looking back. Until one shocking discovery changes everything. She’s pregnant. With Adrian’s baby. Determined to protect her child from a father who never wanted her, Lydia disappears and starts over with a new job, a new life… and a dangerous secret. But Adrian Wolfe isn’t the kind of man who ignores mysteries. When he begins to suspect Lydia is hiding something from him, he starts digging for the truth. And when he finally discovers what she kept from him… It might already be too late. Because the woman he divorced… Is the only one who ever owned his heart.

My husband's adopted sister invited me out to dinner, and while we were eating, disaster struck—a violent earthquake shook the ground beneath us. My husband, a firefighter, rushed to the scene as quickly as he could. But fate had a cruel plan for us. We were trapped beneath a massive boulder, unable to move, and the rescuers could only save one of us. He made his choice. He chose her—the adopted sister who had always been frail and sickly—over me, his wife, who was five months pregnant with his child. I begged him, pleaded with him to save me. But he turned his back on me. The boulder pressed harder, and I felt the sickening crack of my arm breaking. He didn't even flinch. "Alice has always been weak," he said coldly. "If I leave her here, she'll die." But when I died, he lost his mind.

Namaku Claretta Elvina, mahasiswa semester akhir di Kota Banjarbaru. Tak pernah terbayang olehku, mendapatkan pengalaman aneh setelah selesai mengikuti kegiatan Kuliah Kerja Nyata (KKN) di Pulau Laut. Dalam perjalanan pulang ke Banjarbaru, aku tersesat di sebuah kota yang tak kasat mata, tapi kota itu diyakini keberadaannya oleh masyarakat sekitar. Di sana, aku ditolong oleh seorang dokter muda yang tampan bernama Ansel. Di satu sisi, aku sangat merindukan keluargaku dan Nathan, sahabat baikku.Namun di sisi lain, aku tak rela berpisah dengan pria yang telah berhasil mencuri hatiku. Saat perasaan hatiku sedang terombang-ambing, mendadak aku kembali ke Banjarbaru, kembali lagi ke kehidupanku yang sebelumnya. Apa yang harus kulakukan? Haruskah aku kembali mencari dan memecahkan misteri kota yang hilang itu demi bertemu kembali dengan cinta sejatiku? Atau haruskah aku melanjutkan hidupku dan melupakan Ansel untuk selamanya?

On our third wedding anniversary, I received a cake from my husband. It had the names Clarisse Burke and Antonio Carey written on it, along with Happy Third Anniversary. But I felt like I'd been plunged into ice. That wasn't my name. Clarisse was his secretary. Sure enough, I saw my cake in Clarisse Burke's latest post, labeled Iva Grant and Antonio Carey. [Three years, and someone's already treating me like his wife.] Below, there was a comment. [Delete that post! The cakes got mixed up. Don't let Iva find out.] That was when I realized he had planned every romantic surprise in pairs. Holding my phone, I laughed at his pathetic attempt to cover it up. But I was done. I started planning my exit.

I went through surgery at the hospital 99 times because of my boyfriend's fetish. He promised to marry me after the 100th round. I was filled with joy when the final procedure was finished. This was our 100th round of intimacy, and I wanted to give Chad Simmons an unforgettable night. I quietly pushed open the doors of our villa. I heard laughter coming from inside the house and my name being mentioned. It made me pause in my step. "You've got the most high-end social butterfly of the upper social circle wrapped around your little finger, Chad. She's really stupid enough to believe that you'll marry her. "Will she go mad when she finds out that she isn't your bride half a month from now? Will she get her old lovers to destroy your company?" Chad took a puff of his cigarette and said with a smile, "She would never dare to do something like that. I have videos of her sleeping with 99 men. If she does anything to me, I'll post those videos online and make her famous." "You're incredible, Chad! She probably has no idea that she slept with a bunch of old men instead of you!" Everyone started heaping praises on how impressive Chad was. I was stunned. No wonder Chad fed me a glass of milk every time before we slept together. It was to keep me from resisting. I tore up my surgery report and turned to leave. Since I was not his bride, I would make his wishes come true and marry someone else.