Ellie Supernatural

“What does that mean? You are rejecting me?” Julia asked. I felt a pain in my chest, but I knew this was the right thing to do. “You do not belong in my world; please accept this so we can both move on,” I reply. “No,” she replies. “No?” I ask confused how this human could refuse my rejection. Eric is the Prince of the Wolf Kingdom. He is on a quest to find his fated mate. But when he finally finds her, he learns she is human. And he cannot accept a human for a fated mate. Or can he? Challenges along the way test them in ways they could not imagine. Note - this story can be read as a stand alone; it is the continuation of the Rejected series for those wanting to read in order.

Fawn Jones doesn’t get a chance to resolve the issues with her marriage. No, she gets murdered in her own bathtub. Drowned by the husband she hated after he had moved his mistress into their bed, Fawn’s last lucid thought is a promise before death. "I will not stay weak. I will make you pay. If not in this life, then the next." Then she wakes up. Different room. Different body. Different life. Cassandra Huntington – rich, infamous, beautiful in a way Fawn never had been. Cassie had been in a coma for six months after a car crash. Her billionaire husband, Blake, had just signed the paperwork to turn off her life support when she suddenly started breathing on her own. Now everyone thinks Fawn is Cassandra. The media calls it a miracle. Blake calls it complicated. The woman wearing his wife’s face is softer, sharper, funnier… and so tempting he hates himself for wanting her. Fawn calls it an opportunity for revenge. Her killers are still out there. Her old body is in the ground under a lie. And the only weapons she has now are Cassandra’s money, Cassandra’s reputation… and Cassandra’s husband. So, she plays the role. Learns to walk in six-inch heels. Smiles for the cameras. Seduces a man who once couldn’t stand his wife and now can’t seem to stay away from her. While she quietly buys into the company that ruined her old life. While she gets close enough to the man who killed her to watch him crack. They drowned the wrong woman. Now she’s awake. And she’s not done.

“Please, do not do this” I begged of my mate. He simply smirked at me, “I, Maxwell Sampson reject you, Marly Bent” Omega Marly Bent has been abused by her family and pack. She finds her mate, and hopes that being an Alpha, he will rescue her from her painful life. When he brutally rejects her for her sister, she is left with nothing. Marly wants to escape, but fate intervenes, and Marly fears what will happen next. Can her second chance mate see what is inside of Marly, or will she suffer a second, fatal rejection?

Sie versteckt sich hinter hässlichen Anzügen und einem falschen Namen. Er hat aufgehört, Frauen zu vertrauen. Seit achtzehn Monaten liefern sie sich bei Taylor Industries erbitterte Machtkämpfe über Übernahmen und Risiken. Für ihn ist sie Joy Smith – die unscheinbare, übervorsichtige CFO mit Perücke und formlosen Polyesteranzügen. Für sie ist er der arrogante CEO mit Gottkomplex. Was keiner von beiden weiß: Nachts begegnen sie sich woanders. Zu Hause ist Honey Johnson die vergessene Ehefrau eines untreuen Anwalts, der sie so lange nicht mehr berührt hat, dass sie beginnt zu glauben, sie sei kaputt. Als sie knallpinke Spitzenunterwäsche in ihrem Sofa findet – definitiv nicht ihre – fühlt sie keinen Herzschmerz. Sondern Erleichterung. Eine Nacht. Mehr will sie nicht. Eine Nacht im Velvet Room, Manhattans exklusivstem Maskenclub, um herauszufinden, ob sie wirklich frigide ist – oder einfach nie von den richtigen Händen berührt wurde. Sie erwartet nicht den maskierten Fremden, der sie vom ersten Moment an für sich beansprucht. Nicht die Chemie, die ihren Körper in Flammen setzt. Nicht die Orgasmen, die sie zittern lassen. Und ganz sicher nicht seine klare Anweisung: „Nur ich. Niemand sonst fasst dich an.“ Tagsüber zerreißen Joy und Grayson sich in Konferenzräumen. Nachts bauen Honey und ihr geheimnisvoller Sir etwas Gefährliches auf – über Nachrichten, Anrufe und geheime Freitage. Sie sagt ihm nicht, dass sie verheiratet ist. Er sagt ihr nicht, dass er Verlobte hat. Doch als ihre Scheidung eskaliert, seine Ex nach Rache greift und ihre getrennten Welten aufeinanderprallen, steht alles auf dem Spiel. Ist das, was sie im Dunkeln haben, stark genug für das Licht? Oder funktioniert es nur, solange sie Masken tragen?

Unang kita pa lang naming dalawa, para na kaming mga aso't pusa. Hindi kami nagkakasundo kahit maliit na bagay ay pinagtatalunan namin. KAHIT NAPAKALIIT LANG NA PROBLEMA, NAGAGAWA NAMING PALAKIHIN!To be honest, I don't like him. Napakayabang niya pero hindi dahilan 'yun para hindi siya magustuhan ng mga babae sa University. Paano ba naman kasi, sino naman ang hindi magkakagusto sa kanya? Gwapo siya at matangkad, swak sa panlasa ng madla! PERO DATI 'YUN!Dahil simula nang makilala ko ang totoong Siya, hindi ko namalayang nahulog na pala ako sa kanya. I can still remember what I've said."I will never fall in love with him. Ever!"But I was wrong because...I am now IN LOVE WITH THE CAMPUS HEARTTHROB.

In Bed With Her Shithead Boss – ในเตียงเดียวกับเจ้านายจอมอวดดีของเธอ การกลับมาบ้านแล้วพบว่าคู่หมั้นกำลังนอนกับลูกพี่ลูกน้องของตัวเองควรจะทำให้เธอพังยับ แต่แบลร์ไม่ใช่ผู้หญิงแบบนั้น เธอเข้มแข็ง ฉลาด และตั้งใจจะเดินหน้าต่อไป เธอไม่เคยคิดเลยว่าความเศร้าของเธอจะจบลงในแก้ววิสกี้ของเจ้านาย... หรือในเตียงของเขา — โรมัน ชายหนุ่มเลือดเย็นที่ทั้งอันตรายและมีเสน่ห์จนแทบห้ามใจไม่อยู่ แค่คืนเดียว — นั่นคือสิ่งที่มันควรจะเป็น แต่เมื่อเช้าวันใหม่มาถึง การตัดใจกลับไม่ง่ายอย่างที่คิด เพราะโรมันไม่ใช่ผู้ชายที่จะยอมปล่อยใครไป โดยเฉพาะเมื่อเขาตัดสินใจแล้วว่าอยากได้มากกว่านั้น เขาไม่ได้ต้องการแค่คืนเดียว เขาต้องการแบลร์ทั้งหมด และเขาไม่มีวันปล่อยเธอไป

Xandra Marie Ramirez is a successful independent woman. She grew up living in an orphanage and when she aged out of the system, she manage to find a job to support herself and her studies until she graduated and become a Veterinarian. She worked so hard to achieve a lot and that includes her very own clinic. She's beautiful in and out but she hides a lot of secrets to everyone. Knight Alexander Sarmiento is a hot multi-billionaire businessman who doesn't care about anything else but his business. Not until she met this girl who made him restless each day after their encounter.

Jenna is perceived by the outside world as a sexy, spoiled woman who has gotten whatever she wanted. She was the only child of her Alpha parents and they wanted nothing more than for Jenna to settle down and become Luna to the Black Crescent Pack. What few people realised was Jenna is a kind-hearted woman who has healing powers. She does a lot of charity work outside of her circle and wants to be a doctor for humans and werewolves. Few really know Jenna, including her fated mate. When they meet, Adam instantly hates all that he thinks she is. But he does need a Luna to solidify his spot as Alpha for the Red Pine Pack. Jenna and Adam decide on a short-lived truce to help each other get what they want. Little do they know Jenna’s healing powers make her a target for an underworld waiting to capture her to use her talents. Will their growing attraction to one another save Jenna? Is a rejection in their future? Only time will tell in Healing Powers.

Grace has a secret—one that could shatter her family. She is in love with Hunter, her sister Helena’s husband, and the guilt is suffocating. So when their mother and Helena ask her to be Helena’s surrogate, Grace agrees, hoping this sacrifice will atone for her forbidden feelings. But carrying their baby might be the very thing that destroys her. If she is pregnant, once the baby is born, she knows she must leave—escape the torment of watching the man she loves build a life with someone else. But before she even finds out if she’s carrying their child, tragedy strikes, leaving Grace to pick up the broken pieces of their family. As grief and secrets collide, she is forced to navigate a path where love, loyalty, and betrayal blur, leading her toward an impossible choice.

My crippled sister, Monica Porter, jumped from the roof of the classroom building. The day before she died, she had just been fitted with the custom prosthetic legs I had paid for with ten years of savings. She was glowing, excited to finally stand up on her own. But my wife's best friend, a guy she said was just like a brother to her, locked Monica inside an empty art room. He smashed her new legs, forced her to crawl on the floor and lick paint clean to retrieve the broken parts, and recorded everything on video. And my wife, a judge, ultimately ruled that the case could not stand. "The video cannot confirm the time it was recorded and may represent consensual performance art between both parties," she said. Sandra Pauley's final judgment was simple. "The deceased had a history of depression. The school and the defendant bear no responsibility." I smiled and cooked her a full table of food. The next day, I hung the bully, Eric Hoyles, from the school's flagpole and livestreamed it to the entire internet. "Honey, remember how you said Monica had such pretty legs?" I raised a claw hammer and brought it down on his ankle. "If you don't hand over the video evidence right now, I'll hook out his Achilles tendon one strand at a time and let him learn what it feels like to crawl!" The wind passed through. His screaming broke apart in the air, mixing with the strained creaking of the flagpole until it sounded almost like music. The live chat went insane. Meanwhile, I laughed until my eyes filled with tears.