Empty Soul

I was born among wolves… yet I never belonged to them. On nights when the moon reigns high and the forest trembles with their howls, every soul around me burns with the fire of transformation—every soul except mine. I am the Alpha’s daughter who cannot shift. The shame they prefer hidden in the shadows. I never imagined that the night the enemy chose me… would be the night I discovered the truth of who I am. The moment the Crimson Fang Pack’s howl tore through the silence, the air thickened around us. Wolves lifted their heads, answering the call with fierce devotion. And then he appeared—stepping out of the darkness as if the night itself bowed to him. His gaze locked on mine, sharp enough to carve through fate. “She’s the one I want.” With those four words… the world I knew shattered.

All he cares about is power, and she's powerless – he decided that he is far from wanting her. Alice Wood was nothing more than a burden to her pack members. Not that she was just an omega offspring, she ended up being nothing more than a human without any signs leading to that she might have a wolf. Yet, her soul was stronger than anyone else from her pack. The fire in her soul made it even hard for her Alpha to keep her controlled. Since she was born as a human, no one thought even for one second that she might have a mate – including her. Again, life decided on playing one of its own games on the little girl. It ended up that she does not only have a mate, but she's more powerful than any can be...

My foster sister Sophia, the last purebred white wolf in Grell village, was raped and tortured to death by an unknow rogue wolf. Her suicide note contained only one sentence: "Lina saw his face." From that day on, I became the pack's greatest sinner. Because I knew who the killer was, but I kept silent for five years. Until my foster brother Damien, the most powerful Alpha in North America, returned. He brought back the Soul Vision Device and forcibly extracted memories from my werewolf soul. All the werewolves who had the Soul Vision Device used on them either died or went insane. My werewolf was repeatedly tortured in the device, but Damien suppressed the pain in his eyes and roared, "When I find the truth, I'll send you and the murderer to hell together." But when they finally discovered the truth, Damien went mad.

you belong to me heather. Body, soul and everything. I want you. I was inside you. I tasted you. And I'm never letting go... for what I feel for you is not love it's obsession, lust, the unorthodox version of deranged love -madness.

Not any seconds have passed , when he didn't think about Hazel, although he have a urge to taint her soul; to imprison her in his cage forever, but one thing was sure which hasn't changed in these restless years_ his lust for her body.

Under the moon, dreams come true. Werewolves, transform and meet their inner wolves. Soul mates are found, hearts are broken. This time, a wolf is conceived. What will happen when the evil, king of the wolves forces himself on another. Causing her to run, but how long can they keep him from the child.

After 4 years, Serin comes back to Marionne City for the grand opening of her first art gallery and studio that is held in Crimson - The Skye Mall & Hotel owned by Jeremy, her former boss. She used to work for him, but she was forced to quit her job when Jeremy began to fall for her. He had no courage to snatch his older brother's happiness after knowing that he also had feelings for Serin. Because of the promise their mom had left Jeremy to keep which was to protect his older brother at all costs, Jeremy chose to walk away from Serin with his unconfessed love for her. Letting her go has brought him empty days and nights of painful regrets. But now that they crossed paths again, Jeremy will take this second chance to turn his unspoken feelings to a fearless confession, "I'm your ex-boss but I'm still your desperate lover."

I left Seaport for Crellan, thinking I was about to marry Bryson. Instead, I got drugged and kidnapped on our engagement day. Barely conscious, I caught him talking to his assistant. "Doctor and kidnappers—handled?" Bryson said. "Get her kidney. Lily's out of time." The assistant wavered. "She's not in great shape. This could ruin her." That gave Bryson a flicker of guilt—but it vanished quick. "She's not fragile like Lily. She's a broke student. If her kidney didn't match, she wouldn't be living like this. That's worth it." His face stayed ice-cold. I clenched my fist so hard my nails dug in, blood pooling in my mouth. So that was true Bryson—a monster in disguise. He thought I wanted to sell my health for some empty marriage. Too bad I never wanted it.

Love does not always look like salvation, sometimes, it looks like ruination. For six years, Sara has lived in the shadows of her own marriage. Hidden, humiliated and disgraced, over and over again. Her husband's hatred of her has striped away every layer of her identity. She is empty, she has given and given. Now, there's nothing left to give. Sara has had enough. She is filing for a divorce and needs separation from her husband. She is determined to make something good out of her life, and leave Derek Marshall behind. Just when she is almost free, she stumbles on a devastating secret, a secret that unravels her life. Now, Sara has to chose between the man who has broken her heart, lied to her, broke her trust over and over again, and, the promise of a better, simpler, easier life. Sara and Derek find themselves, stuck between a bullet and a heartbreak. Quite literally.

I broke my leg in a car accident last week and had been stuck at home recovering, unable to go anywhere. Just as I was starting to go stir-crazy, a couple moved into the house next door—the one that had been empty for ages. I pressed my ear to the wall, catching every sound of them making love, and even recorded quite a bit. Still, I never expected something so sinister to happen. The man next door sounded exactly like my dead husband! I moved my phone closer to the wall and listened carefully. Suddenly, a scream exploded through the wall. “Lindy, you’ll die for this!” My scalp went numb. My husband was mute. The only time he ever spoke in his life… was the night I forced his head into a bucket of water. How did the man next door know my husband’s last words before he died?