Fox Rain

Have you ever felt like dying for your first love? The first person to whom your heart opened? "I reject you as my fated mate. You are to choose another," his husky voice descended, crushing my hopes. And as if that weren't enough, he went even further. "I have no interest in this mate nonsense. You are merely a distraction; do not obstruct my path, princess." And at that moment, my wolf, Fox, howled... *********** Alpha Caesar Riverdale of the Midnight Moon Pack had never desired a mate. His sole purpose for joining the Battle of the Alphas, a to determine the next Lycan king, was to seek vengeance for his father's death. However, the discovery of Princess Esmeray as his fated mate became the unwanted distraction he never anticipated. Would he be able to resist her seductive attempts to manipulate him into accepting her? Princess Esmeray 'Nia' Gerald had just turned 18 years old and was the only child of the Lycan king of the Silverstone Pack. Her ultimate dream had always been to find her mate and be embraced in his strong arms, but instead, Alpha Caesar rejected her. Would her desperate and seductive plans to make Caesar accept her ultimately succeed, or would they leave her more than heartbroken? Read on to uncover this intriguing plot twist.

Ordinary college student Clar opens her eyes, only to find herself transmigrated into a beast world novel as the villainess who weighs over two hundred pounds, is hated by everyone, and is doomed to die! The original host committed all kinds of evil, and everyone loathed her to the core. It was a hellish opening from the start. All she wanted was to lay low, survive, and rewrite her tragic fate of being erased. But she never expected — the heroine’s seven top-tier beast husbands have all turned dark, obsessive, and utterly obsessed with her! Just as she panics, the Beast God appears directly: “Go. Capture all the male leads.” The bewitching nine-tailed fox clings to her: “Clar, you can’t escape.” The loyal lynx nuzzles her: “Clar, don’t ignore me.” The calm tiger declares: “Clar, you’re the only one I want.” Kael, the Wolf King of the Beast King City… Draven, the gloomy serpent beast… Zephyr, the golden eagle beastman… Caspian, the deep-sea merman… All are captivated by her, possessive and relentless. While others fight to survive, she is forced to be courted by seven dark, obsessed beast husbands… and the Beast God himself! This love triangle chaos is just pure, addictive bliss!

“It's good to see you.” Armando's tone was rusty as he whispered in her ears. “It's not every day, I get to see such beauty.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “It's a pain in the ass to see you.” Leonor was struggling against the chair she was strapped with thick ropes. “I was not born with enough middle fingers to let you know how I truly feel.” She spat. __ Armando, a heartless, ruthless, Italian Mafia King who is as cunning as a fox, as dangerous as a mastermind criminal, the leader of his gang, and a brutal loan shark continues his risky adventurous life. He holds Lenore captive, until her brother can pay back his debt, but deep down, he hopes for the opposite. Leonor is a beautiful young girl who lives a peaceful lifestyle. One that guarantees her safety and peace until the mafia leader captures her. Something about Armando intrigues her. The charisma and the danger of hanging with a bad boy keep her wanting more. Will she fear him like others do, or teach him that there is more to life apart from being brutal? And will he ever learn to love? However, there is a personality clash which would later result in constant fights and the need to be heard. WARNING: The contents of this book is extremely matured.

Allison, daughter of Fox City's most powerful gang family, a medical doctor, a passion and dream contrast to her family's life back at home. Her past, a ghost she thought she'd buried, was about to return with a vengeance –colliding with the present life she had built. On her birthday, a letter arrives from her father, Gerald Wenston —a man who has ignored her for years. His words, cloaked in a sweet tone, are not a request, but a command: return home and marry the heir of a rival gang —Michael Shelby, to secure an ancestral peace and rule treaty. But peace is the last thing Allison finds on her return, a single, forbidden night with a stranger —Luke Reynolds, her father’s right-hand man, ignites a dangerous passion that threatens to shatter the fragile truce. Caught between the duty to her family and a love that could ignite a gang war, Allison must navigate a web of family secrets and deadly betrayals. For in the shadows, a rival —her half sister Hayley also vying for Michael's affection, is waiting to claim everything she holds dear, even if it means destroying her and the city she's meant to save. Allison's choices could either save her family or condemn them all to a bloody war.

I didn't just break the rules; I unraveled them. One rain-slicked night in Edinburgh, I fell into the arms of a stranger who tasted like rain and dangerous secrets. No names, no strings—just a kiss that should have stayed in the shadows. Then Monday morning happened. ​The man from the alley? He isn’t a mystery anymore. He’s Professor Alistair Reid, and he's the only thing standing between me and my engineering degree. He says we have to be strangers. He says there are boundaries. But every time our hands brush over a silk sample in the lab, I know he’s lying. ​In the world of high-stakes textiles, the strongest threads are the ones that are hidden. But when obsession starts to fray the edges of our lives, who’s going to be the one to let go first?

Little wolf believes she can run, thinks she can hide from me! Silly little wolf, doesn't she know we will always find her! There is no place on God's green earth, my brother, and I will not chase her too! Just to see the tears rain from her pretty blue eyes as we, yet againdestroy everything she holds dear and watch from the shadows as she isforced to return home- to us! To her destiny! Text: You can run, but you can't hide little wolf!***Blamed for the brutal murder of the pack's Alpha, Aurora was forced to flee the only home she had ever known and leave behind the man she loved for fear of his twin brother, the man she was meant to marry and his insatiable need for revenge!

I gave my husband everything—my love, my loyalty, my future. But to him, I was just a fool to be used, a wife to be discarded. The night he threw me out in the rain, pregnant and broken, his mistress smirked as the door slammed shut. And when my baby died from the cruelty of their betrayal, I made a vow over that tiny coffin: I would bury them both beside my child. Then I met Rolin McCarty—the most dangerous man in the country. Ruthless. Powerful. Who is willing to help me burn my husband’s world to the ground. Alex thought he broke me. But he only awakened something worse. And now? Now, he’ll wish he’d killed me when he had the chance.

Alessia Winters hopes to live a normal life someday,a life she knew was never gonna be at her disposal,a life she wished she'd had if her father was still there. But she knew as always,wishes never come true. So she tries to be exactly what her family expects from her:the family's perfect hunter granddaughter. The Winters are known for over centuries for their Vampire huntings for generations after generations. While Alessia has to be the perfect daughter who takes over her family's ethics,she has to deal with the mysterious hot guy she met at the village square. Harden Mcalester finds it oddly satisfying that he meets this strangely adorable woman the very first night he moved to Fox City. Her voice sets a constant lust reminder in his heart and he finds himself longing after her. But was there meeting fated to happen? Or was their love doomed before they even met? Will a wanted Vampire who's been into hiding for countless years be any more safer after meeting and falling in love with a vampire hunter's daughter, who's infact a skilled hunter herself than she gives credit for. Would it turn out to be a deer walking into the lion's den? A fascinating headspinning romance that Will leave your heart thudding after turning the last page.

I was the top bounty thief in the organization. The best they had. After turning in my final score, I announced on the spot that I was done for good. Then, I stood in my studio, blending paint. A single photograph was pinned to the wall before me. Black Viper filled the doorway, the light behind him casting his face in shadow. "What's it like," he asked quietly, "pretending to be an artist?" He stepped further inside. "Does paint smell better than blood?" I placed the palette knife down and wiped my hands slowly. "I'm done. I walked away." "Old Fox didn't approve of it." "That's not my concern." Black Viper crossed the room and tapped the old photograph on the wall. "Are you certain?" I did not want to look. I told myself not to. However, my gaze shifted anyway. A young boy stared back from the photo. "The blind kid?" I had spent ten years searching for him. "Where is he?" I moved toward the wall, reaching to rip the picture down. "One last job," Black Viper said, pressing his palm against the photo. My hand stopped in midair. "What's the target?" "The final lot at next month's auction that the Gilbert Group will be holding. "It's called Mermaid's Tear."

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.