Elsa Dying

My Alpha brother's Omega assistant had always wanted to be Luna. She didn’t know my identity and she mistook me as a rival trying to steal her place. She framed me for theft and tortured me without mercy. As I lay dying, it was my old companion—Rex, the Siberian war dog who had fought beside my brother and earned the highest military honors—who sacrificed his life to protect me. She dragged me by my hair, smugly satisfied, and threw me before the crowd like refuse. In her hands, she flaunted her "gift" made from Rex's fur. She had no idea she was about to face the fury of the entire werewolf world.

Hazel Thorne loses her mate to her evil twin sister on the day of her turning, and Keith Thorne's oath with the Wyoming Alpha was that the twin without a mate must be sold off to him. When Hazel runs from her buyer days later, she comes back to wolf city to find her lost mate, but she doesn't get to return. Someone betrays her. A silver dagger lands in her heart, and then she meets Raglan. The demon Prince Raglan has an offer to save her dying self. Her days are numbered and her clock ticks at a rate of knots. She has to do everything he asks, but when a forbidden romance gets her in the path of trouble, what could possibly go wrong with baby-trapping a demon Prince? Especially when this pregnancy might belong to the sexy rogue werewolf, Micah...

Isabel Hudson craved nothing but to feel loved and valued. All her life she had been looking for a reason to live, but finding none in her luck, she survived on a victim card in a less-orphanage-more-brothel. Overwhelmed by the liberation urge, she betted on her life and ran off on the fortunate night of her orphanage. Falling between a blind road of hunger, poverty and death. She almost gave in to the death angel. Until a living knight in shining armour passed by. Until he came to the rescue. Adriel Dormer was no longer excited for any adventures his way, but his life has stored many anyway. Starting with a single encounter between him and a dying girl, on the new moon night, when she was ready to be feasted upon.

Penny! Lol. The woman of the brothel named me after the money they found tucked in my clothes when I was just 3 days old and was left dying at their gates. Wondering what kind of mother, and father do this. Well, I guess the kind mine were. I hate them, they could have placed me in an underdeveloped, or bad orphanage and I would have not complained. But despite that choice, they left me here at a brothel. I strip for a living, attracting customers to the real business of the almighty Alpha of our pack, and everything I do drains me. Try having sex with werewolves, when you are a mere wolfless being and you would know what I mean. But everything changed that night when fate decided to plant before me not one, but two Alphas. One notorious, the other mysterious, and most importantly the future alphas of the Dark Night Pack. One took interest in the shackle pierced on my leg, and the other in the curves of my body, and I don't know how to keep myself away from them. This is my story, of how the shackled, wolf-less being, turned out to be a mate of the two most powerful Alpha's, and it does not end here. I have secrets, secrets too cruel to be true, and my fate too complicated.

On the day of my wedding to Elliot Wendell, a fake heiress committed suicide. In the second year of our marriage, we ended up enemies. He hated me, the true heiress, for returning and causing Celeste Dent’s death. I hated him for loving the woman who had taken my place as an heiress for twenty years. During the ten years of our marriage, we fought each other with vicious words and wished for the other to die. Then, there was an earthquake, and he shielded me beneath him. He protected me with his back. The building collapsed, and he ended up a mangled and bloody corpse. As he lay dying, he whispered into my ear, “If I had known that she would die, I would’ve never taken you home.” “If we ever meet again, it would be better if I were your only family.” In the end, I still died in the secondary quakes. When I opened my eyes again, I found that I had gone back in time. It was the day when he brought me to the Dent family to regain my rightful place among them. Elliot suddenly changed his mind and said, “Samantha, I was wrong. You’re not the daughter the Dent family lost twenty years ago.”

Aria is a business mogul who is dashing, beautiful and intelligent. She is 29 now, and her dying father has chosen a man for her, for the sake of the family business and his happiness. She is ready to marry anyone, except for Lorenzo Walter; the wicked mafia Lord who froze her heart.

“What do you want, Piccola?” He asked, giving my pussy a small lick. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back, my core begging to be attended to. “Darius, please.” I muffled a moan, shamelessly lifting to get contact. I was desperate and dying for a release, but Darius was hell-bent on torturing me. “What do you want? Use words,” he asks, his thumb caressing my core. •••     Billionaire heiress Rachel Beaumont's life was shattered when her husband Andrew and best friend Victoria betrayed her, leading to a painful divorce and the loss of her unborn child. Seeking revenge, Rachel's father assigns her to infiltrate Andrew's company, partnering her with skilled operative Darius Reid, Andrew's uncle.   As Rachel and Darius work together, forbidden feelings ignite, complicating their mission, and things get worse as her ex-billionaire husband wants her back.     Will she go back running into the arms of her ex-husband, or will she embrace the comfort that came with being with Darius Reid?

The day before my wedding, my daughter and I got into a car accident. My daughter died instantly, and I was left with broken legs, condemned to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. When Spencer Ford found out, he rushed us to the hospital, his actions frantic, almost out of control. In the midst of my pain, I overheard a conversation between Spencer and his assistant. "The car's been disposed of. Lorelei will never find out that we tampered with it. But I'm compelled to ask… Rowena was your own daughter. Was it really worth it, losing her for Melanie? "When Rowena was dying, she was calling for you to save her… I could hardly bring myself to do it." Spencer remained silent for a long time, the tension in the air thick. Then he slowly exhaled a plume of smoke. "Melanie's pregnant. I won't let anyone compete with her child for the inheritance. And all of this is Lorelei's fault. She brought it on herself."

Seven years ago, I turned my back on my powerless fated mate, Soren, and chose a powerful Alpha instead. Now, I’m dying alone in this shitty apartment with seven days to live. The Moon's Glow is fading inside me. Without the Final Rite, my soul will be chained to this earth, a ghost doomed to an eternity of torment. And no Alpha will perform it for me. Coughing up another mouthful of blood, I dialed the one number I swore I’d never touch again. Soren. The mate I rejected. Now, the most powerful Alpha in the North. I begged him for the Final Rite. Moments later, his engine screamed down my street. But the boy I once knew was gone. The man staring back at me now held nothing but pure, undiluted hatred in his eyes. "Well, well. Look what we have here," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "The fallen princess. When are you going to finally drop dead? The second your heart stops, I’m dumping your corpse in the Feral Lands for the scavengers."

Lydia Zander had once been the quiet, obedient wife—trapped in a cold, loveless marriage with Clinton, a man who only married her to honor his grandfather’s dying wish. She loved him deeply, blindly, but that love was repaid with cruelty—not just from Clinton, but from his entire family. For years, she endured their scorn in silence… until the day Clinton coldly handed her divorce papers. What no one knew—not her husband, not his family—was that Lydia Zander was no ordinary woman. They thought she was a nobody, a girl from the slums who should be grateful for scraps. They were dead wrong. When Clinton cast her aside to make room for his mistress, Kelly, he expected Lydia to return —broken, begging on her knees, desperate for his attention. She did return. But not the way he imagined. She came back draped in power —no longer the timid wife they once belittled, but a force they never saw coming. Lydia Zander, it turned out, was the secret daughter of the nation’s president… and the largest shareholder in Clinton’s very own company. The tables didn’t just turn—they flipped violently. And who was the one on his knees now? Yes, you guessed it right. Clinton! But this time, Lydia held the power—and she wasn’t interested in mercy. Want to know what she did next? Keep reading. The real game has just begun.