Fresh Wind Fresh Fire Novels & Stories

When Willow Mason came of age, nothing could hold her down. As the rebellious daughter of the original king and queen of the Lycans, she was the first ever born Lycan, expected to inherit heavy responsibilities. However, her rebellious streak often gets in the way. Unknowingly, Willow gets too close to one of the worst races in the supernatural world—demons. She finds herself falling for a high demon named Drake Cinder, whose fast bikes, careless attitude, and dominance ignite her rebellious spirit. Forced to attend a party by her parents, Willow is separated from Drake and reconnects with an old friend, the tempting dragon prince Jaxon Brax Layden. Sparks fly as Brax, a responsible bad boy, is determined to make Willow his. Drake's jealousy only adds to the animosity between the centuries-old rivals. The Dragon and Demon races have a devastating history, and an old enemy is about to escape hell, determined to wipe out the entire dragon race. This would allow demons to become the strongest supernatural race in the world. The dislike between Drake and Brax fuels the pending battle led by the deity Hades himself. Willow finds herself at the center of this brewing battle, struggling with her feelings for two bad boys and the ancient feud that could change the supernatural world forever. Follow Willow as she navigates her emotions and grows into the leader her friends and pack need, all while falling in love with someone she never imagined.

“You are mine alone! I forbid you to look at any other man, your eyes should be on me!”, he snarled at me, trapping me to the wall, and his grip on my waist got stronger. I winced in pleasure and pain, his touch always has that sinful effect on me, His eyes were daring me to say something to push him off the limit but I know my mate too well now, how ruthless he can be when it comes to his possession (me). “I won't be a scapegoat today,” she thought to herself, pressing her wet hips together, trying to stop her body from wanting him. ******* Being the unwanted pup in the family came with many sufferings. Tahlia's father hated & tormented her because he lost the love of his life (her mother), during her birth. Until he came like a storm into her life without any warning. The only existing lycan descendant and royal Alpha Caspian kade Lexington of north hill park (the biggest and strongest park in the whole vicinity) is known for his godlike and Gorgeous features but his vile nature, raging temper, killer, and brutality reputation always preceded. Everyone feared him and he showed no mercy or weakness, it’s like he enjoyed it. He claimed her as his mate, known to always takes what he wants, but she’s also very stubborn, she will fight for her life and freedom, but her resistance, seems to spark the fire in him, none of her tactics were working and she was getting weak. The strong mate bond and the heat were getting to her - will Tahlia Bryony be able to find the true meaning of love in her mate or flee from it? Will Alpha Caspian open up and give her what she always hoped for?.

My fiance, Simon Rossi, is a mafia Don with a reputation for brutality. He suddenly takes in an orphan girl and spoils her rotten. He names her Giara, saying she's pure, like a beam of light. But that is the name he has promised for our future daughter. He thinks he's hidden it well. But the night before our engagement party, I notice his cufflinks. The ruby ones I gave him are replaced with cheap plastic cartoon cats. I don't believe he's really cheating, so I abduct Giara to get answers without hurting her. Then Simon bursts in with his men. 50 people die, and three armories go up in flames. "Ivina Coleo, consider this a lesson. But don't worry. I'll send her away. Remember, this is the first time you touch her, and the last." But at the engagement party, Giara sits with Simon's parents, smiling right at me. The sight sparks a fury I can't control. I lunge forward, determined to send her away myself. Simon tells Giara to leave, coaxing me through the ceremony. But that night, he binds my limbs with stones and sinks me into the sea. "I told you that was the last time." Cold water fills my lungs. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day I first abducted Giara. This time, I don't want Simon or the wedding anymore.

🔥🔥The Devil’s Fire🔥🔥 A mafia love story. A dark world with so many secrets and questions … Althaia grew up sheltered and not knowing about the mafia world despite her father being a mafia boss. Her mother took her away when she was younger to protect her from the dark, mafia world. However, Althaia had no idea what awaited her when she attended her cousin's engagement party. Her eyes landed on the tall and handsome man with incredible golden-brown eyes. She met The Devil. Damiano Bellavia The ruthless and powerful mafia boss. The one who tames and everyone fears. The one her father had desperately tried to hide her away from. But fate brought them together as he got drawn to her big innocent green eyes, and she was fascinated and curious about the dark, unknown world he was from. Gunfire and murder, family and profit. Could their love just be a conspiracy? 18+ Content! Trigger Warnings, Violence and Smut!

At a company party, Taylor Kennedy plays a game of mouth-to-mouth cookie biting with his female assistant as everyone watches. I blend into the crowd and laugh along. The room instantly falls silent. The assistant bursts into tears and plays the victim. Taylor lets go of her, turns to me, and coldly scolds me in front of the entire company. He berates me for not knowing how to read the room and being a buzzkill. Then, without hesitation, he wraps his arm around the assistant and kisses her deeply as I watch. If this were before, I would've stormed over in a rage and ripped them apart. Then, I would've humiliated her in front of everyone, not caring whose pride I trampled. But now, I feel nothing. Not even as I watch them kiss. Not even though today marks my ten-year anniversary with Taylor.

Imagine my shock when I found out that my husband, a professor who had proudly embraced a childless life for half of his years, had an affair with one of his own students. She even had his six-year-old son. The day I planned to report him to the university, Zia Thompson came to my door with the child and knelt in front of me. "Maybe you and Zeke were in love once," she said. "But he's over forty now. Who doesn't want to have a child? A legacy?" "I don't need a title," she went on. "I can give up the child too. I just beg you, don't tear our family apart." I looked at my husband, who stood protectively in front of them. I felt terrifyingly calm. "Cut ties with them," I said, my voice flat, "or prepare to be reported to the university. You choose." Without a moment's hesitation, he tore the report letter into shreds. I thought that was his answer. But on the fifty-second night of a bed grown cold and a home echoing with silence, he still hadn't returned. Instead, I received news that Zia was pregnant again. She had graduated by then. The report I never sent no longer posed any threat to them. Zeke didn't bother to hide his fatigue and irritation anymore. "Treat Zia and the kids well," he said, "or keep living alone in that empty house. It's your choice." My heart was already a wasteland. "I have one more option," I said. "I choose divorce."

While I'm patching up the injured wolves in the pack, I overhear a few young Omegas muttering among themselves while sharing a photo to each other in a corner. Apparently, it's a post that has been uploaded by a social media account named "True Love Above All". "He told me that the she-wolf by his side only needs a title. As for me, I need his protection. This is the amulet he has obtained from a witch after visiting the forbidden grounds." In the photo, the amulet can be seen emitting a magical glow. I know that he's the only one in the entire pack who's capable of obtaining this amulet. I look down at my empty wrist. Today is the Christmas Eve. According to the pack's tradition, mates must exchange tokens of love with each other. When I return to the pack house at night, Alpha Ethan enters the house while smelling like another she-wolf. He pulls out a cheap-looking bangle—that still has half a price tag stuck onto it—from his pocket before tossing it onto the couch casually. "This bangle is for you, Maya. It's the most popular style this year." As I pick up the mass-produced bangle that can be found in any accessory store, I feel the coldness of my fingertips seeping into my heart. It turns out that Alpha Ethan thinks he can easily fool me with a random gift despite me being the Luna. Yet, the she-wolf—whose identity he refuses to give away—gets to enjoy the protection he has risked his life obtaining for her sake.

My wife, Charlene Everett, and I used to work in the same hospital. I was known for being a kind doctor as well as a passionate teacher, while she was known for being a smart, fiery, and protective professional. All was well for the both of us until Charlene started caring about a clumsy trainee doctor called Zachary Wordsworth. I underestimated their relationship until the day he made a grave medical error, and she threw me to the wolves to protect him from his own mistakes. Indeed, Zachary cut a patient's womb out of her body mistakenly. The patient committed suicide not long after finding out. To avoid him being disciplined by the hospital, Charlene had the nurse in charge modify the records to have me as the surgery’s lead doctor. The patient’s family thought I was the one at fault and sued me. Everyone cursed me for being an unqualified doctor. Netizens made a huge ruckus online and started pressuring the hospital director to fire me. Helpless and in pain, I confronted Charlene, but she casually said, “Zach can’t handle the responsibility of failing the surgery. You’re more experienced, so you’ll be able to weather this storm.” When I later stumbled upon Charlene tangled up with Zachary, I could only let out a bitter laugh. I thus decided it was time for me to stop being kind.

When I first caught Miles cheating on me, I pinned him down at the entrance whenever he came home every day. I would pull down his pants and spray high-concentration alcohol all over his nether regions. He always went along with it with teary eyes because he knew he had been in the wrong. He would only look at me with a pitiful gaze and coax me to stop. One day, he came home two hours late. I became mad when I smelled the perfume on him. I started taking off his belt forcefully and yelled, “Last time, when you had your fun with one woman, you came home half an hour late. “Now you’re two hours late. Talk! Did you sleep with four?” Even though he apologized to me for the twenty-ninth time, I pushed him away repeatedly. He finally raised his hand to show me the IV mark on the back of it. He snapped and screamed at me, “Enough! I was dying with a high fever, yet you haven’t even asked how I’m doing. You just fly off the handle every single day. When are you going to stop? “Fine, I got drunk and slept with someone once. Big deal. You’re not so innocent yourself. “It’s no wonder you got dragged into an alley at sixteen, stripped, and assaulted. Jenna, you’re a paranoid wreck. You may have even deserved it.” The spray bottle shattered at my feet, and the smell of alcohol caught in my throat. I was speechless. I felt exhausted when I saw his disgusted expression. I did not want this broken relationship any longer.

We have been dating for ten years, but Vincent Carter has never been romantic toward me. However, before our wedding, he has someone deliver a delicate bracelet and an elegant dress to me. I take photos of them happily, only to find a card tucked inside the dress that's not addressed to me. Just as I'm about to contact Vincent, I see a post from Emily Foster, his childhood sweetheart, on her social media. "Someone stole something that belongs to me!" That's also how I find out Vincent has also bought her an apartment. The address stated on the card is for the unit downstairs. The gift is meant for unit 701, but it's delivered to me by mistake. I pick up the items and go downstairs, just in time to see Vincent gently comforting her in his arms. The moment he sees me, his face darkens with irritation. "Can you stop overreacting? You're always suspicious for no reason. Emily and I grew up together. If we were going to be together, you wouldn't even be in the picture!" If it were before, I would've been furious and demanded an explanation. But now, I simply let out a chuckle and toss the gifts onto him. "I wish you both the best, then."