Four Or Dead

Elena, a human girl orphan with no wolf, traded away by the pack that raised her was offered as nothing more than a womb-for-hire to the most feared rulers in the world. The Crescent Blood Quadruplet Alphas. Damien. Aiden. Kael. Lucian. Four kings. Four brothers. Four predators who see her as a vessel, and not a mate. The contract was sealed in blood, and now their heirs grow inside her. She was trapped in their cold palace, surrounded by whispers that she will never survive childbirth. But when tragedy strikes, her dormant wolf awakens, not just any wolf, but the Oracle Wolf, a rare breed whispered about in myths. “You are not weak, Elena,” the voice of her wolf whispers inside her mind. “But they all want me dead,” she breathes. “Then let them come,” her wolf growls. “For we are the storm they never saw coming.” This marking the beginning of a destiny Elena never asked for. Her visions of looming war, coupled with a dangerous hybrid heritage linking her to vampires, places her in the deadly crosshairs of witches, rogues, rival packs, and even the very pack that sold her. But the deadliest threat comes wearing her own blood, Seraphina, her vampire cousin, who will stop at nothing to claim Elena’s throne and tear her away from the alphas. Now, hunted from every side, mistrusted by her mates, and torn between the pull of her wolf and the call of her vampire blood, Elena must decide whether to fight for her place beside the alphas who despise her, or claim her own throne in a world determined to break her.

My brother crossed the wrong man—and now I have to pay the price. He was an idiot who actually believed he could steal four million dollars from a dangerous man that sold intelligence for a living. Instead of losing a hand or an eye, I was drugged and taken from my bed in the dead of night. When I open my eyes, I’m in a cell, and my captor is a beautiful man that doesn’t need to take a woman to get laid. I try to escape—many times—but I quickly realize there’s no escape. Even if my brother comes up with the four million dollars, this man still won’t let me go. He intends to take his revenge in a far more sinister way. With no other choice, I submit to his demands…and enjoy them. I continue to search for an escape plan, but my captor is always one step ahead of me. He implanted a device in my body when I arrived, and all he has to do it hit a button and I’m dead. If I try to escape one more time, he won’t hesitate to use it. So now I’m left with one option—to make him want to let me go. And there’s only one way to do that—by making him fall in love with me.

Ashley's Parents were traitors and had been executed at the age of four, spared to live in the pack house, she is hated, abused and turned to an all round slave in the pack. At the age of eighteen, when she is rejected by her destined mate, The future Alpha of her pack, her life shatters before her. Just when it looks like life is doomed, The dangerous and most powerful, Alpha, Alpha of the dead moon pack Liam claims her as his and she is sold. How would Ashley survive as a slave and being the second chance mate to an Alpha who wants nothing with her, but would murder another man for coming close to her? If Ashley is just a slave, then why does Alpha Liam's blood boil and wolf call for her body to be his and only his? MATURE CONTENT READERS DISCRETION ADVISED.

Hailey Summers thought two pink lines would save her marriage. Instead, they destroyed it. On their third wedding anniversary, she walks into her billionaire husband Cole’s office with the happiest news of her life—she’s pregnant. He throws it in the trash. Moments later, he divorces her to reunite with the woman he truly loves—her step-sister. Beaten, humiliated, and left for dead while carrying his child, Hailey disappears from his life forever. But four years later… She returns. Not as the broken woman he abandoned. But as a powerful CEO, a mother of twins, and the woman who can destroy everything he built. The only problem? Cole never stopped searching for the wife he thought he hated. And when he learns the truth about the two pink lines… it might already be too late.

“A Luna is meant to be graceful and elegant not…” His mother sniffed, her nose up in the air, “not this.” Disdain and disgust dripped from her words. Every word felt like a blow to my heart, I kept still, waiting for Roland to come to my defense like a good mate. I sent a pleading gaze to him but all I got was an icy stare in return, but I still held faith in my heart. He sighed and his gaze softened with something that looked like self-loathing, “I'm sorry Selena, you're not just Luna material,” His gaze shifted to the person beside me, “And I'm in love with another.” There was a ringing in my ears as time slowed and my world came to a standstill, “W-what?” I choked out, dazed. Selena was the fat unwanted twin, the one her mate rejected for her prettier, slimmer sister. Once rejected, betrayed and left for dead, she almost gave up on life itself. When she stumbles into the arms of two alpha werewolves the world fears, she doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. Four years later, she returns, stronger and fiercer, a queen in her own right. The weak fat wolf is dead and in her place is someone they would never see coming. A weapon. Vengeance.

In a bustling city, many were shocked by the deaths of four entrepreneurs, including a business magnate. The victims were found in their gruesome death. One of the suspects is a female victim of their sexual abuse. The search for the suspect became more intense when the police chief's only son suffering from hypersexuality disorder was also brutally killed by the slayer. The officer did not stop searching for the murderer, he ordered to catch her, dead or alive! But police were puzzled, the killer leaves a bloodstain-shaped lip at every murder scene. Investigators were very eager to investigate the case. They began to doubt the character of a timid saleswoman in the cafeteria. Police were confused, the woman disappears every time she menstruates. Is her menstruation related to the murder of sex criminals? Who is the real killer? Catch the twist in this detective story!

"You died four days ago. You were buried yesterday. That's fast healing, even for us," Clara explained. "Us?" Clara smiled. "You have risen from the dead and have healed all your wounds. You have no pulse. You do not breathe, and we've been giving you blood so that you can survive. And the last thing you can remember is a tingling in your neck before you died." She clasped her hands together. "I've read your personnel file, Shamira. I know you're not stupid, even if your former bosses thought you were. You can figure this --" "Vampire? You're kidding, right? You have to --" "Wanna go ahead and say 'But there's no such thing as vampires' so we can get that out of the way?" "There's no such thing as vampires!"

Four wolves, four different characters, four different powers, four different elements. The Elemental Wolves are a blessing from The Moon Goddess to the werewolf kingdom. But what happens when one of the Elementals was kidnapped before they could even shift. Will the Moon Goddess's words come to pass or the enemies will win? Reading THE ELEMENTAL WOLVES will make you find that out.

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.

As Christmas drew near, my little sister claimed she’d seen Santa Claus in the house. “He had four legs, real long, like dead branches. He crawled on the floor like a dog. His mouth was full of teeth, and I saw him with my own eyes, climbing out of the chimney. His bones were making this clicking, clacking sound.” The Santa she described was nothing like the legends. My parents and I thought it was just her imagination. Until I posted about it online. A user named “NocturneNotes” insisted my sister wasn’t lying, and that the thing was dangerous. Panicked, I asked him what we should do. He gave me three rules: “On Christmas Eve, from 11:30 PM to 2:00 AM, the entire family must ‘sleep’ by the Christmas tree.” “You can’t actually fall asleep, or you’ll die in your sleep.” “No matter what you hear or feel, you absolutely cannot open your eyes or stop pretending to be asleep. Once it hits 2:00 AM, it will leave on its own.”