Ephemeral Sentence

Everyone in the underworld knew Rosalie Thorne, the "Thorn Principessa" of the North. Wild, rebellious, notorious. Street racing, high-stakes gambling, guns, and drinking, she had mastered them all. The rose-and-thorn tattoo on the nape of her neck drove countless men wild. But what they didn't know was that for Rocco, the new mob boss of the South, a single sentence, "I prefer a more obedient woman," was all it took. At his word, I had the tattoo lasered off and swapped my leathers for long, conservative dresses. I am Rosalie. For five years, I hid my identity and played the porcelain doll Rocco wanted. Until the night he eliminated all his rivals and was crowned the new Don of the South. That was when he let his men bow to another woman, hailing her as their "Donna." I watched Rocco. The same hands that had just executed a traitor were now gently placing a pair of red high heels on the feet of his adoptive sister, Vivian. "Rosalie, she has a temper. She'll make a scene if she doesn't get the title." "You're the good one, the obedient one. Just let her have this." That day, I walked straight out into the rain and never looked back. I was never truly obedient. I just made myself smaller for him. My family had already chosen a husband for me. They had been waiting five years, just for me to say yes.

Nina became friend with Dewey at 13, they got really close over the years and she fell in love with him. At 18, she found out he was his mate, her joy knew no bound but the joy didn't last a day as he rejected her heartlessly. Broken and dejected, she ran into the woods to cry out her sorrow, it was such a painful experience but she didn't expect to meet an handsome man in the wood, she jumped on the man and seduced him to make love with her and he in turn satisfied her to the brim. Ten months later, Nina stood as a slave with her two handsome children by her arms before the most ruthless and aloof alpha king, Roland, who was popularly known for killing his late wife for cheating on him with a slave. His hatred for slaves knew no height, infact, it made him gave an order that slaves are not permitted to give birth to children nor have children lesser than three years old with them. Nina wouldn't allow her babies to be separated from her. About to sentence Nina to a lifetime in the Deungeon for disobeying his order, Nina confessed to him that her twin boys were his. In a world where DNA test doesn't exist, how will Nina prove to him that her twins were for him? Will he let go of his deep rooted hatred for slaves and accept the mother of his children or will he destroy her for disobeying his command?

"Are you okay, did I hurt you?" he whispers, gently running his thumb on my flushed cheek. His eyes are so tender and the way they stare down at me, makes my heart swell with immense joy. I can't believe I just did it, and it was amazing. "No" I shake my head leaning into his touch. Fuck! I love him so much. I want this man to myself all days of my life. "Thank you for trusting me, baby. I..I...i" he quickly looks away when he couldn't complete his sentence, and I know why. "You don't have to tell me anything" I whisper pulling his head to my lips. "It doesn't matter to me, Rico. You are all I want, with your every flaw and the darkness that surrounds you" "But you deserve so much better sweetheart, you deserve the world" "Then be my world. I don't want to exist in a place you aren't " I sincerely murmur and it silences him. For the first time since I met rico, his eyes hold a different emotion other than the obvious ones. Determination. They are both lonely with troubling pasts, they both have walls built up so high and won't allow anyone to notice the pain behind their eyes. Can Mia Vulcan and Rico Moreno help each other overcome the demons hunting them? Find out.

Alone and with no memories prior to age six, Allison found herself an orphan and spent the last fourteen years growing up in the slums of the Capitol City Zalaris in the Kingdom of Nimairene learning to steal and con those of status in order to survive. Unfortunately, she is caught after what appeared to have been a successful heist and is sent to Lady Pricilla's Prison for Troubled Women where she is put to work in order to learn how to be a proper lady of society. Spending her days in and out of Solitary confinement, Allison believes that she will never finish her sentence on time when she is attacked by a guard. All seems hopeless when suddenly she is saved by a Palace Guard and whisked away. It is then revealed to Allison that she is not Allison of the Slums but is, in fact, Allisara Nimair of the Kingdom Nimairene and the rightful Queen to the throne. Her life takes a turn as she goes from Prisoner to Princess in a matter of hours and the truth behind Allisara's missing memories and dark past comes to light that reveals just who her enemies truly are and that they were closer than she thought. But with the help of Skylard Blackhawk, Allisara is able to navigate her life as the next ruler and weed out those who pose a threat to her reign. Now all that is left to question is will this lost Princess return her Kingdom to its former glory and find love along the way, or will the past come to claim the life it failed to take fourteen years ago?

"Are you sure you can get out of this trap, Arka? The trap you created for yourself long ago." The sentence haunted Arka's mind every time he looked at the woman who was now sitting gracefully on his lap. Amidst the glimmer of crystal lamps and the sheen of a gold dress, his ex-wife, Kania, looked like a queen who had just reclaimed her throne. Arka knew they were no longer bound by a sacred vow. Their divorce was final, signed on stamped paper years ago. Yet, in this private room, with the aroma of whiskey and Kania's challenging gaze, Arka once again became the helpless, foolish man. Tonight was supposed to be the celebration of his new engagement. He was supposed to be celebrating a new chapter. But Kania's presence in the private lounge, in a high-slit dress that showed off her long legs, had ruined everything. "You didn't have to come, Kania," Arka hissed, his voice choked. Kania smiled cynically, caressing Arka's jaw with her cold fingers. "You're right, darling. I didn't have to come. But I had to make sure of one thing: that your heart... still belongs to me, just like before." It turned out that getting out of the marriage was much easier than getting out of his ex-wife's love. Will Arka continue his engagement? Or will he return to his ex-wife?

In the kingdom of Lunaris, where magic and royalty intertwine, a forbidden love affair between Prince Louis and the powerful witch Ayanna sets off a chain reaction of tragic events. Their secret night together, fueled by passion and desire, results in the prince's untimely death, leaving Ayanna to face the wrath of the king. Consumed by grief and anger, King Darius orders Ayanna's capture and prosecution, citing the ancient law that forbids royal blood from mingling with witchcraft. As Ayanna awaits her execution, she discovers she's pregnant with the prince's child, a revelation that only adds to her torment. Despite her pleas for mercy, Ayanna's sentence is delayed until after she gives birth, a decision that sets in motion a series of dark and sinister events. As her pregnancy progresses, Ayanna's powers begin to wane, and she realizes she was pregnant with twins and her daughters will be more powerful than her. In a desperate bid for survival, Ayanna uses her last ounce of magic to escape her prison cell and gives birth to her daughters, Alhambra And Almandra, in secret. But their freedom is short-lived, as Ayanna is captured once more and executed, leaving Alhambra And Almandra to face an uncertain future. Unbeknownst to the king, his actions have set in motion a chain of events that will shape the destiny of Lunaris and the fate of his own rule. The forbidden children, Alhambra and Almandra, born of witchcraft and royal blood, will grow up with a legacy of darkness and a thirst for justice, threatening to upend the very foundations of the kingdom.

“This means nothing!” I warned as I kissed Richard passionately. He chuckled darkly against my lips as he pressed me against the wall. “I'll make you belong to me, Lexi,” No, you…” I didn't finish my sentence before he crashed his lips on mine, kissing me like he was thirsty and I was his only water supply Lexi Cameron despises Valentine's Day. After a string of heartbreaks and betrayals—each tied to the holiday—she has sworn off love. But when her meddling friends book her a date through a Valentine’s escort service, her plans for a quiet, uneventful day are upended. Enter Richard Whitewood: handsome, charming, and carrying secrets of his own. What starts out as an awkward arrangement quickly spirals into a night of unexpected passion. But the next day, Lexi's world is turned upside down when she discovers that Richard wasn't what he said he was. He is her new boss and the CEO of a billion dollar company. Caught between her need for a job and her intense attraction to Richard, and the tangled web of lies, ex wife and family betrayal surrounding him, Lexi must navigate a path tapered with danger and desire. As their personal lives and professional lives collide, their connection deepens but not without a cost. When enemies conspire to tear them apart and Lexi's life is put in jeopardy, Richard must risk everything to protect the woman he loves. Can their love survive the weight of secrets, betrayal and dangerous family feud? Find out on Billionaire Valentine Escort

You should be grateful. That sentence killed me in my last life. My father said it while selling me to Blackmoon’s cold alpha. My husband—Alpha Lucian Black—growled it when I asked for a divorce. My sister purred it as she stole my inheritance. My mother prayed it, watching my slaughter. They framed me. Dragged me into the forest. Broke my bones. Ripped out my wolf. Left me bleeding under a blood moon. All smiling. All demanding gratitude. Then—I woke up. Reborn. The night before the betrayal. Back in my weak, human body, my untouched mate-mark burning. This time? No begging. No obedience. I burn contracts. Shatter schemes. Become the monster they created. But my “cruel” Alpha has changed. Lucian Black’s golden eyes darken when rivals look at me. His voice cracks when I say “divorce.” His hands grip me like I might vanish. “Please,” he snarls, slamming me against the wall, fangs grazing my throat, breath hot. “Don’t leave me.” He doesn’t remember shredding me. Doesn’t know I’m the key to his curse… —or his pack’s destruction. Wolves rule by fang. Mates by power, not passion. I died weak. This time, they kneel. Reborn from blood. Fueled by hate. Tangled in obsession… I’ll take my revenge. And claim true love’s bite. Dark werewolf rebirth romance: cursed alpha obsession, forced marriage, betrayal, revenge, possessive heat, weak-to-queen.

I was born with a one-track mind—I take everything seriously and do exactly as I'm told. When my adoptive father cursed a rival company, calling them bloodsucking vampires, I immediately went out, bought ten pounds of garlic and a crucifix, and stormed into their CEO's office to perform an exorcism. When my adoptive mother said she was willing to sell a kidney for the sake of the company, I contacted an underground black-market clinic on the spot and asked when they could schedule her surgery. Over time, no one dared joke casually around me anymore. Everyone in the family chose their words with extreme care, terrified I might take them at face value. That is, until the day of the family reunion banquet—when the fake heiress, who refused to leave no matter what, showed up as well. She hooked her arm through my brother's and flashed me a provocative smile. "Arista, Benji dotes on me the most," she said sweetly. "He said if anyone dares to make me unhappy, he'll chop them into pieces and dump them in the river to feed the fish." The banquet hall erupted in laughter. I was the only one whose face went deathly pale. The next second, I kicked my brother, Benji Collins, straight onto the dining table. I grabbed the silver steak knife and pressed it against his throat. "Everyone, stay calm," I announced loudly. "I've already called the police! For publicly advocating premeditated murder, desecration of a corpse, and antisocial personality tendencies… The minimum sentence is the death penalty!"

He was the embodiment of her desires, a dream man who had captured her heart at first glance. From the moment Trevor entered her life, Emma knew he was the one for her. For five years, she had been exclusively committed to him, never once questioning his love until her entire world came crumbling before her eyes. Emma realized that his love for her had all been an elaborate deception. His words, his actions, his smiles, his compliments, they were all carefully constructed web of lies. "I can't continue like this," Trevor's words resounded in the room, causing Emma's stomach to twist in knots of tension. Fear gripped her heart, crawling up her throat and threatening to escape in a scream of despair. "I never loved you." With one sentence, Trevor shattered Emma's heart into a million pieces without remorse. Her cries and pleas for a chance for them to salvage their five-year relationship and fairy tale ending fell upon deaf ears. As she realized she had been cheated on for five years, Emma became the outcast in her own story. Determined to make Trevor pay for his betrayal and beg for her mercy, Emma went after the most important person in Trevor's life. The moment her eyes locked with Mr. Ethan Maddox, Trevor's billionaire father, at a get-together party, Emma knew her revenge would be both delicious and swift. Not only would she bring down Trevor, but she would also topple his powerful father from his pedestal.