Elysians Bride Indo

Forced to marry the lycan Alpha in place of her sister the same day her fated mate humiliated her. But her damn mate still has his eyes on her. Bullied, enslaved and isolated by all, she gets. But she must run and raise her babies in secrecy. Why would she run? Will the Lycan King recognize her and her babies when she comes back completely different? What will the future hold for them as the Lycan King has his own secrets and dangers lurking in his kingdom?

Detective Jane Michaels arrives in Ridgeview to start fresh after a catastrophic case nearly ended her career. On her first day, she’s assigned a gruesome case involving a serial killer who dresses his victims as brides and leaves a single rose. As Jane dives deeper, she uncovers unsettling details about the victims and their lives. Amidst the investigation, she crosses paths with Nathaniel Carter, a kind and mysterious local writer who slowly chips away at her walls. But Ridgeview is a town of secrets, and the truth is never as it seems. When a victim escapes the killer’s clutches and gives a description, the case takes an unexpected turn. The town is rocked as the killer is unmasked—someone who was hiding in plain sight. In the final confrontation, Jane must use her wit and emotional resilience to bring the killer to justice. But even as the case is solved, a sinister shadow lingers, and Jane faces her own demons, left with an unsettling gift that raises more questions than answers.

how far will she go to reclaim her life? Even the devil was once an angel, and sometimes salvation comes from the darkest places. A haunting journey of loss, resilience, and the ultimate price of redemption.

“In a world of ruthless mafia rivalries, the Italian mafia, La Famiglia De Luca, has been embroiled in a brutal five-year war with the Mexican mafia, La Mano Roja (The Red Hand). Desperate for an advantage, Capo Ivan De Luca forges an unlikely alliance with the feared Russian Bratva, led by the powerful Pakhan Sergei Morozov. But at a steep price: his daughter's hand in marriage to the Pakhan's ruthless grandson, the future Pakhan. Meet Mikhail Morozov, a half-Russian, half-Cuban mafia heir with ice in his veins and blood on his hands. He rules with silence and steel, trusting no one and loving none. Raised in brutality, Mikhail believes emotions are liabilities and mercy is weakness. And Donatella De Luca, the sharp-tongued and fiercely independent second daughter of Capo Ivan De Luca. With a quick wit and sharp mind, she navigates the complex world of the De Luca famiglia with confidence and poise. When the Pakhan chooses Donatella as the bride, a complex web of loyalty, power, and forbidden love is set in motion. Will Donatella’s strength be enough to tame the devil, or will Mikhail cold heart consume her?”

She was trapped in the darkness. He ruled over it. Zarya Rogov, born to be a sacrifice. Always kept in the dark, she learned to live along with it. To the world, she was just another spoiled princess but only the walls of the Rogov's mansion knew the true tale of her unending sorrows. She thought escape would mean freedom. She thought the world outside would save her, only to realize she loved the mansion walls that trapped her more than to be caught by the actual beast out there. But it was too late, she was trapped again and his cage was cruler, colder and reeked of wrath. Sergei Morozov, the Pakhan feared by all. The man who walked over those he crushed mercilessly. His next target was her father, and to crush that old man, he captured his daughter, made her his wife, and decided to keep her as just a mere accessory in his mansion, just a mere caretaker for his son. That was his plan, until he found himself unable to look away from her, he found himself craving her, loosening his tie in her vicinity just because she was just too hard to resist. He hated the feeling because he promised himself that he would be the one to take her life and no one else, not even god. But one thing he knew for sure, he craved her more than he craved to sin, and she was worse than a sin, she was addiction, and he was hooked. WARNINGS: FORCED MARRIAGE. NON-CONSENSUAL RELATIONSHIP. POWER IMBALANCE. PSYCHOLOGICAL MANIPULATION. OBSESSIVE/POSSESSIVE MALE LEAD. GORE.

Can you ever understand the feeling of having sex with your husband as he keeps calling out another woman's name? Yes, that was my life as the wife of the ruthless, stoic CEO. With my sister, his childhood sweetheart on the run with her boyfriend and his need for a Mrs Levine and an heir, I was picked in the stead of my sister to temporarily fill up the space. “ You're not pregnant yet?!” He banged his hand against the bedside table in anger. “; I guess we just have to keep trying then,” he smirked. I was always afraid of that statement, he indirectly meant sleeping with me every single day but no one dared to say otherwise even if I would fall sick after. What's weird about the heart is how it falls in love with the weirdest persons. I loved Asphalt even though he didn't love me and I believed I could make him love me but that dream came crashing down when Janet returned. As I pushed my babies into the world, I wondered if  Asphalt would love me once he sees our kids but with his plans of taking my kids and reuniting with my sister, I wasn't going to wait until I was kicked out. Taking my babies in my arms, I ran away from the hospital as the rain went pit-pat concealing the tears and I for the first time resented Asphalt.

Today was supposed to be my wedding day. The D-day, the big day—whatever people liked to call it. For me, it was meant to be the happiest day of my life. Our life. But to the likes of me, happiness was nothing but a cruel illusion. The groom, Clyde Monroe, wasn’t waiting for me at the altar. Instead, the ruthless, calculating billionaire—known for his icy demeanor and unmatched power—was on one knee before someone else. Someone who was supposed to be dead. His ex-girlfriend. As the truth unraveled, so did the fragile threads of the life we were building. Betrayal, grief, humiliation—I felt it all. Clyde’s haunted past, one I had only glimpsed, was now ripping apart the fragile illusion of the bond I thought we shared. The truth? I was nothing more than a pawn, a random babymaker caught in a game I never signed up to play. My name is Margaux Olsen, and I am his unwanted bride.

18 is the age every girl looks forward to Emandra Carter was no different, It's been months of anticipation and anxiety. She would love to see what color her wolf would be, she was a late bloomer as males and female werewolves get their wolf between the ages of 13 and 16. She was long past that and still there was no change. Her younger sister who was only a few months younger had gotten hers as early as 15 and was only waiting for her her 18th birthday to become her mate. But she was hoping for a wolf and a mate. As the Goddess will want, she is blessed with a wonderful wolf and a mate. But things never go as plan. Emandra walks her way out of the room feeling rejected and broken, life was cruel, the image of her sister and mate entangled with each other in bed professing their love for each other cemented the pain witin her. Things take a quick turn, she is sold to the ruthless alpha, the greatest of his time. Alpha chase Lobswell. Her family rejects her she is torn between accepting her fate as his breeder and giving the second chance mate a try or escaping to become a rogue and finding her real parents.

“You are mine” he whispered as he shoved her against the wall, “ours was ordained by the moon goddess herself” “I will rather die than bring an end to your immortality, Adonis” she said with tears pouring down her eyes. He was a lycan king. She was just a frail human.He was cursed for his evil deeds and she would become his redemption or his doom after birth. But what happens when his doom and his redemption becomes the reason why he would rather destroy everything than lose her?

"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.