Five Hundred Artinya

Five years ago, Kyra was found bruised and tattered in the woods with only a name tag. She was rescued by the most powerful Alpha in New Orleans. Five years later, she's officially turned into the pack’s maid with the hope of getting her mate and being free from slavery. But when she finally meets her mate, he's not who she expected and she risks the chance of rejection.

Five years ago, Aaron Hunter personally sent her to prison. Five years later, he ruined her innocence at her wedding. When the misunderstanding cleared up, the man turned into a spoiled wife maniac. Mr. Hunter, on the eve of Valentine's Day, let us celebrate a little ~ how do you celebrate? To celebrate, we get divorced. The man thought for a few seconds, to celebrate, a bed is enough.

Romance and vampire fans will love this story... After three hundred years of running from the vampire who created her, Kira finds solace, aide, and love in the arms of a human... but, for how long? Running from the vampire that made her, Kira gets aid from a magical friend by being placed in a magical coma for 300 years. When it's time to retrieve her from her hiding place, the witch solicits the aid of a few men on a hunting trip. Sparks fly and love is in the air the minute one of the men sets eyes on her. With the evil vampire still searching for her, will he be able to keep her safe? Filled with exciting action and thrills, EMERGENCE is a story that will keep you turning pages right up to the end!

Alpha Xendy has been searching for his mate since he turned eighteen. At a hundred years old, he has lost hope and is losing his powers and influence in the largest Pack in America. The council is pushing for a chosen mate, and his ruthless stepbrother, whom he believes killed his mother for the Alpha position, has been planning to take over for the last century. Bewitched by her stepmother, Iyya is a nineteen-year-old condemned to live in a peacock's body. After her transformation, she is brought into a supernatural world she never knew existed. Fate has brought Iyya and Xendy together as destined mates, but there is more to be revealed to these two. A choice between life and death, between love and the lives of the entire werewolf, lies in their hands.

They call him Breed but it’s a sign of respect, not disrespect. Born to a small tribe of Cherokee living in the Appalachian Mountains...he’s a big man. Stands at six foot four and close to three hundred pounds of pure muscle. He wears his long black hair in a ponytail, hanging halfway down his back. He owns every room he enters and lacks fear of almost any confrontation. His bright green eyes, the only thing he got from his father, were squinting as he looked down into the dingy. A woman lay there... tall and slim, short blonde hair with the tips dyed lime green. Breed shakes his head. What bothers him is the fact that she is covered in bruises and doesn’t seem to be conscious at the moment.

Three hundred years ago, the vampires took over the world, they became the ones in charge, they pushed the humans down and classified them into colours. My name is Katie, I'm code blue, also known as a little, I'm a vampire now, I've been here since the beginning, I saw my friends getting picked and chose, but I stayed behind. Everyone got their doms, everyone got their happy ending, everyone but me...well, I wasn't alone either, but I didn't have everything I dreamt about. In the world of dom and little, what happened after the takeover? What about the ones who weren't as lucky at first? How long did it take for everyone to find their place.

When I was eight months pregnant, I received an anonymous email. The attachment was a security camera recording. In a dimly lit VIP booth at a bar, my husband — a vampire who had lived for three hundred years — was holding a human woman in his arms, kissing her. At the end of the video, the woman smiled and asked him, "Adrian, do you really love me?" Adrian's voice was low. "Of course." "Even though you're human, I'll make you the happiest vampire bride in the world." He had said those exact words to me ten years ago. In that moment, my hand rested on my belly. The baby kicked once. As if reminding me. It was time to wake up.

After their marriage, Evangeline spent three lonely years dreaming of having a child with Walter. However, when he flaunted his old flame in front of her, she lost all hope. In front of his friends, she slammed the divorce papers down, declaring, "I'm done with you!" She figured there were plenty of men if she wanted a child. Besides, she was wealthy, beautiful, and the heir to a top financial empire. Shortly after the divorce, news of Evangeline offering a large sum for a sperm donor spread like wildfire in the capital's elite circles. "Divorced because her ex-husband was infertile, now offering one hundred fifty million dollars for a high-IQ, handsome, and skilled young man to father her child."

To help her lover win the rally championship, my fiancée, Alanna Johnson, deliberately sabotaged my race car. The vehicle lost control on a curve at nearly two hundred miles per hour, and in utter despair, I called her one last time. Her voice, however, brimmed with impatience. “Stop being dramatic. “This championship means nothing to you, but Jack is about to retire. This is his final chance. “Once this race ends, I’ll cut all ties with him and marry you. All right?” But she never realized that this event had drawn unprecedented global attention. After my death, the in-car surveillance footage would be released to the world. And she would face a judgment far worse than death.

I once made a promise to the top actress in the industry. If I publicly proposed to her 99 times on livestreams, she would, on the hundredth, officially launch our relationship. But when the hundredth proposal came, she was on a private yacht kissing a new rising actor. Her smile had been so sweet and carefree. I became a complete joke. Feeling guilty, she texted me: [I will say yes on your 101st proposal.] She entered my livestream, looking like a goddess had descended to earth. As she looked on, I lit all one hundred love letters I had ever written for her, as well as the stomach cancer diagnosis I had hidden inside. “There will be no 101st time, Miss Ford.”