Eternal Thief

" Loving this man means your life would never be the same" When A strange Man emerges from the shadows, a man feared by all. A man who's heart was much more stronger than a diamond... Unbreakable. He should have just left her to die. He knew if he saved her...He would be her again in the process. His wasn't for her. It wasn't for a naive little goldy-venom like her. She was too innocent for him to handle. And In mere days...She had managed to do something to him that had never been done. She had done some unfathomable to him... And she was willing to go down that of his, with him holding her hand in his.

Orphan, Eva Sims, defied all odds, putting herself through college with unwavering determination and sheer grit. Her insatiable curiosity and boundless creativity led her to a career as an investigative journalist for a paranormal magazine. Little did she know that her thirst for the unknown would thrust her into the heart of a story she never could have imagined. After a night spent gathering research for an article, Eva finds herself entangled in a web of mystery and intrigue. Surrounded by enigmatic and alluring men, she is drawn in by their presence, consumed by emotions she never knew existed. As she grapples with the existence of immortals, Eva is left questioning everything she thought she knew. What lies ahead for her? Could talking animals be next in this whirlwind of uncertainty? Fate has a plan for Eva, but she is clueless as to what it may entail. Will her journey lead her to love, or will she be faced with an even greater challenge? Only time will tell.

What would you do if the person you thought was your mate rejects you the first chance he gets? When Valeria Thomas finds her mate in her shifter town, she thinks her life is starting to look up, but when he rejects her for her high school bully, she feels worse than ever. Her fate changes on a dime when her second chance mate turns out to not only be her ex-mate’s brother, but the new Alpha! What makes matters worse, is the fact that her former mate refuses to let her be, and a prophecy tied to her wolf once again changes her fate dramatically.

I had always shared a perfect relationship with my mother-in-law, Betsy Dutton. We were the model pair of a wealthy family. She and my father-in-law, Rourke Dutton had been childhood sweethearts, their bond seemingly unbreakable. But one day, she told me something that changed my entire perception of them.  She clutched my hand and tears were streaming down her face. “Naomi,” she sobbed, “your father-in-law… he’s been keeping a mistress. They even have a child together! “For over ten years, I’ve been in the dark, made into a laughingstock!” My throat tightened, and I couldn’t hold back my own confession.  “Mom, actually… Julius is no better. He bought a whole apartment building for his mistress!” We wept in each other’s arms, our heartbreak spilling out in waves.  After what felt like an eternity, she sniffled and straightened herself. “Men are utterly unreliable creatures!” “I’m done with that old man, Naomi!” I gripped her hand tightly. “Mom, wherever you go, I’ll follow. I’m done with Julius, too!”

My boyfriend, Harvey Seinfeld, got diagnosed with cancer and needed a liver transplant. When I found out I was a match, I didn't think twice. Two-thirds of my liver—gone. The pain was brutal. As soon as I came to, I dragged myself to his room. Right before I walked in, I heard him laughing with his friends. "Harvey, you're a genius for coming up with such an epic revenge plan." He snorted. "If I didn't have to keep it low-key, I would've taken a kidney just for fun. "It's her fault Vivi bombed her art exam and had to study abroad. Vivi's coming back next month. That's when I'll be done with her for good."

I was checking out our own hotel. Got hungry, so I snagged a tiny bread roll before my order came out. Then the lobby manager strutted over and slapped me with a fine. "Hi, miss. No outside food. You stayed eight minutes and thirty seconds, spent $150, and your fine's $128,000." I stared at the ticket like, What the hell? Snapped a pic and sent it to the board, tagging my lovely brother: [Getting fined at our own hotel—so THIS is how you're boosting revenue?]

In a luxury boutique, a male influencer and I are eyeing the same watch. I'm about to give it up when I hear the salesperson yell at me in a shrill voice, "Get your filthy hands off it right now! Mr. Parr saw it first. How dare you compete with him? He's an important customer of our store!" I freeze and see Alan Parr staring at me with utter disgust, his arms crossed. "You think a country bumpkin like you deserves that watch? Do you even know how much its accessories cost? A pauper like you definitely can't afford it!" he snaps, then holds up a card and signs the receipt. However, the name he signs is my wife's. The supplementary card he's holding is the one I gave my wife for her allowance.

At six months pregnant, I joined a moms’ group chat to learn parenting tips from other mothers, and one of them couldn’t resist showing off. "I’m so jealous of you guys, getting to cuddle your babies all day. Not like me—I'm handing mine off to a free nanny right after giving birth!" 'Free nanny? Since when are nannies free?' I tapped on her profile picture—and the sight of that hand draped over her shoulder made cold sweat run down my back.

At the company's celebration dinner, the new HR guy slapped a bill on the table—$860 for A/C and venue costs from our last all-nighter. I shot a look at Sherry—my girlfriend, my boss—thinking she'd have my back. Nope. She latched onto HR's arm and said, "Quentin, this isn't your daddy's company. Quit freeloading." And just like that, nine years of busting my ass for this company, and turns out—I was the discount item on the menu.

There was a ten-year gap between me and my sister-in-law, but we got along surprisingly well, especially given that we were both in an absurdly rich family. Then, one day, she came to me, bawling and clutching a photo in her hand. "Your brother is cheating on me! He has a family somewhere else! For more than ten years! I'm getting a divorce!" Crying, I showed her a message I got from my husband's mistress. "That bastard Christopher has a mistress! I'm leaving this home!"