Flower Mound Library Novels & Stories

Areana belongs to one of the most powerful Alpha families of the Red Moon Pack. She got ditched on her wedding night right before the wedding. Her fiance, Eric called off the wedding just because Areana wanted to stay pure until she didn’t get married. But Eric had something else going on in his mind. Because of that silly reason he called off the wedding which gave a big shock to Areana. It took her two years to settle down her feelings but destiny had something else planned for her. After moving to California with her only friend, Ashley, Arena started a complete new life and wanted to pursue her dream of becoming a renowned fashion designer where she met Brad, the boss of her. Unaware of the fact that in the same academy she had to face Eric again who recently engaged to her friend, Elizabeth. After seeing the new and alluring side of Areana, Eric couldn't stop thinking about her and wanted her back in life and from that he was ready to call off his engagement with Elizabeth. On the other side, Areana gradually started developing feelings for her boss, Brad who unlike Eric was not after her body and fame. But Brad had different plans in his life. Being a werewolf of the Blue Moon pack, he has been hiding his true identity from all. Now the question arises, will Areana go back to his old love after being rejected again in life or will she have unrequited love for Brad?

Alaric and I had been mates for five years, and I had believed with all my heart that I would become the first female Gamma of the pack by proving myself in the warrior’s trial. I had trained relentlessly, sharpening my claws and honing my instincts, ready to fight for my rightful place. But fate had other plans. Three days before the trial, I was ambushed by rogues. They didn't just attack me—they hunted me like prey. They tormented me with the silver knife so that my wolf was dead. The scent of death clung to me, my wolf howling in agony, desperately trying to heal, but the wounds ran too deep. As I lay barely conscious on the blood-stained sheets, I heard my husband's cold, indifferent voice. "Is she dead?" The witch doctor hesitated before answering, "No, but—" "It doesn’t matter," Alaric interrupted, Coat her wounds with wolfsbane and silver—make sure it seeps into her blood, burns through her veins, and poisons her wolf beyond repair. I want her body to reject her own nature, so she will never heal. There will only be one Gamma in this pack, and that's Serina." In that moment, the truth became clear—I had never truly stood a chance in the warrior’s trial I had dreamed of. The battle had been decided long before I ever stepped into the arena.

During Frostpine Pack’s winter hunt, rogue scent crossed the northern border. Celia heard the warning, but she still cut off my retreat. She escaped with a rogue-tainted gash across her forearm. I fell into an ice ravine, and my wolf nearly died from cold and blood loss. My fated mate, Adrian Blackwood, Alpha of Frostpine Pack, carried Celia away and never looked back. I survived seven days in that ravine. When the patrol finally found me, my wolf was almost silent. Adrian stood over me, furious. “You should be grateful Celia’s arm can still heal. If her wolf had been damaged because of you, dying on the border wouldn’t have been enough.” “The bonding ceremony is suspended. Admit you broke formation and got Celia hurt, or I won’t mark you before the pack.” He thought I would cry and beg. I only nodded. “Fine.” He didn’t know the Moon Goddess had come to me while I was dying. When the next full moon rose, she would take the most precious things I had left. My love for Adrian. Every memory of him. After that, I would leave Frostpine Pack and begin again somewhere he did not exist. Whether he still wanted to mark me no longer mattered. By the time they found my body, the Elena who loved Adrian Blackwood had already died in that ravine with her wolf.

My younger sister and I spent ten years fighting over Rowan Vale, the Alpha of Silver Ridge Pack. In my first life, I became his mate. Everyone said he was obsessed with me. Why else would he keep me carrying litters for seven years and give Silver Ridge six heirs? When I went into labor with the seventh, I nearly bled out. Rowan sent the healers away and forced wolfsbane down my throat himself. Only then did he tell me the truth. If it were not for the fact that only a daughter of the Hart bloodline could bear pureblood Alpha heirs, he said, he never would have claimed me at all. I had been useful for one thing only: giving him heirs. Now that he had enough, I had none. I died hating him. In my second life, I handed the bond papers from Silver Ridge Pack to my sister. “Go,” I told her. “You’re the one he wants.” Five years later, she was sent back to me half-starved, shaking, and marked by restraints. Through sobs, she told me Rowan had never loved her either. He had kept her because she was still a Hart daughter, because she could give him heirs, and because her scent could calm him during rut. She died less than two months later. When I opened my eyes again, I was in my third life. The unsigned bond papers from Silver Ridge Pack lay on the table between us, and my sister and I could only stare at each other. Who, exactly, did that Alpha want?

The night the family’s don was attacked, my husband had abandoned his post to win back his misbehaving mistress. The first time I lived through this, I activated his communication device to summon him back. He thus saved the don and rose through the ranks. However, his mistress had died in the firefight, and he blamed it all on me. Thus, on my delivery date, he dumped me in an abandoned factory and had some stray dogs rip me and my baby apart. “There were so many bodyguards there that night. Why did you have to call me back? You knew that she would die! You did this on purpose!” Somehow, right before I died, I went back in time to that night. I did not activate the communication device this time. I threw it into the fountain and watched it sink. Then, although I was eight months pregnant, I shielded the don and took the bullet meant for him.

I was in a relationship with Quinn Lucas for five years and thought I had touched her with my sincerity. That night, I got a phone call from her when I was preparing to propose to her. "Kyle, come to the hotel." Then, she sent me the address. When I arrived, she told me to buy contraceptives from the supermarket next door. I thought we were close to our happily ever after, so I was excited. When I knocked on the door of her room again, I saw a man, who took the contraceptives in my hand and thanked me. I froze in place...

At the celebration where Lorenzo Alvarez is crowned the new mafia boss, his men arrange a few performances. A dancer in a backless top and short skirt twists around the pole under the lights. "Don't look," he murmurs, covering my eyes with his hand. "This kind of cheap entertainment isn't worthy of you." His men jump in immediately. "Lorenzo still spoils Ms. Valenti after all these years. That kind of devotion is rare. We're so jealous." "A man as loyal and single-minded as Lorenzo is hard to find." I rest a hand on my belly, planning to tell him tonight that I am pregnant. But when I return from the restroom, I see the same man who had just held me in his arms leaning back in his chair while the dancer straddles his lap. Lorenzo slips his business card and a thick fold of cash into the waistband of her skirt. He laughs, relaxed and unbothered. "Isabella is wonderful, sure, but life needs a little passion. This ragazza is just something new. A bit of fun. "Keep your mouths shut. Don't go running to Isabella and upset her. Otherwise, you'll have a problem." Cold rushes through me. I do not approach or confront Lorenzo. I simply take out my phone and answer the email I have been avoiding for days. "I agree to participate in the confidential experiment."

After a devastating accident claims her parent's lives, Jenny Fleming is taken in by the Haynes family and raised as one of their own. Jenny grew up with Marcus Haynes, her first love and the man who marries her after his grandmother arranged their marriage in order to honor Jenny's parents and keep her in the family. Marcus, who felt indebted to Jenny's parents for saving his life in the tragedy that claimed their lives, agreed to marry her pressured by his sense of duty and obligation. But when his first love Anna returns to his life, Marcus is unable to control his emotions and lingering feelings for her and he ends up making a mistake that costs him his marriage and everything he holds dear.

My boyfriend belonged to the untouchables among the capital's elite, with a family fortune worth tens of billions. To "test" me, he spent seven years never buying me a single gift, never spending a cent on me. Even a stop at a convenience store for condoms had to be split down the middle. Then, my mother fell critically ill. I borrowed from every friend and relative I could, but I was still two thousand short to cover the surgery fees. No matter how much I pleaded, he refused to lend me the money. I arranged my mother's funeral on my own. When I went back to pack my belongings, I accidentally found a list of gifts he had bought for the young woman next door. A private luxury estate. Designer handbags. Jewelry worth hundreds of millions. There was also a voice chat with his friend. "Caleb, is it true Jessica actually humbled herself and begged you for two thousand?" Caleb Brooks let out a low, amused laugh, his tone lazy and indifferent. "Nevaeh wasn't wrong. Anyone who goes around begging over two thousand — what else is she if not a gold digger? "We've only been together seven years and she's already trying to get money out of me." So that was the truth. Seven years of so-called testing, it seemed, had been sparked by nothing more than a few manipulative words from a young woman next door. However, it no longer mattered. The moment my mother passed away, I had already decided to leave him.

Jessica came to her senses under the bed of her fiancé and good friend’s, regaining her IQ, and couldn’t go back ever since. The douchebag: “Jessica, prepare a birthday gift to celebrate my dad’s birthday.” “Sorry, now I am the chairman, it is him who should pay tribute!” Jessica’s scum girlfriend: “Jessica, can you let me host the marriage show?” “You said that you haven’t experienced the pure love, so don't even think about it!” Jessica tore off the fake masks of the scumbags’ and turned to a pair of ink eye pupils: “It does feel cool to slap others, but don’t forget what your identity is!” “What identity?" Christian Maddox held her waist lightly, his face without missing a beat: “You should ask the little prince in your belly...”