Friend The Sheep

My boyfriend's "best female friend" was angry again. Why? Because for our five-year anniversary, he got a gift just for me—and forgot about hers. Simone Baker threw a complete fit, sobbing and making a huge scene. Scott Tanner immediately blocked me and removed me on Instagram, then changed our matching couple profile pictures. "Girls can be so dramatic," he said. "Once I've calmed her down, we'll switch them back." I reminded him, "That makes a hundred times now." He just smiled and gave me a quick kiss. "I know. I'll make it fast this time." That night, Simone posted a status update: [Your effort was acceptable. You get three days of freedom.] Almost immediately, Scott unblocked me. [Okay, babe. We can put our couple pictures back now.] But then a male account—using my half of the matching photo—sent him a friend request, followed by a single question mark. [Since when are couple photos a group project?]

My best friend wanted to adopt an injured kitten. Seeing the cat’s unusual appearance, I suddenly recalled a state-protected animal called the manul. Its young resembled cats but were exceptionally ferocious. So, I advised her against keeping it. But my friend would not listen to me and brought it back to our rental apartment. Unexpectedly, the manul seemed to understand human emotions and harbored a grudge against me. Five years later, it suddenly burst into my home and killed my entire family. I lunged to kill it, only to have my throat torn. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my best friend adopted the manul. This time, I did not stop her from taking it in.

Rogues suddenly attacked the werewolf hospital. My husband, the captain of the rescue team, rushed over. Everyone thought he had come to protect me. But he rushed straight to his teammate Ayla, completely oblivious to the rogue behind him raising a dagger. Without thinking, I lunged forward and pushed him out of the way. But to my surprise, he grabbed me and held me in front of his childhood friend. The dagger pierced my abdomen, killing our pup. When my colleagues tried to save me, my mate, Paolo Greco, pulled them away. “Save Ayla first! If anything happens to her, I’ll sue your hospital in the werewolf court!” My colleagues looked at him in shock. “But your mate is bleeding heavily! She can’t even stand up now! Ayla only has a cut on her arm; her condition isn’t critical.” I clutched my bleeding abdomen. Heartbroken, I told my colleagues to save her first. “Forget it. Save her first.” Paolo, you saved my life once. I am returning the favor. From that moment, we owe each other nothing. We should never meet again.

It doesn't mean that you are rich, everyone immediately accepts you for the person you love. Sometimes they're the one who's judging you,and they are the one who's choosing for your loved one the person he should love. Love is not about positions of your life.. wealthy or not. It really depends on the person if they want you for the rest of your life. Love is not about money, because if you love that person, you'll choose him rather than the money. Love is love. No one can stop it.

No matter how far I ran, no matter how deep I hid, I knew one truth… He would always find me. Knock. Knock. I jolted up from my sitting position, with my heart hammering in my chest. Just as I was saying... He had found me. But by the time he broke down the rickety door, I was already standing and facing him with a knife to my wrist. I'd rather die than return home with him as his mate. *** Eve thought she and her mother had successfully escaped her abusive father by getting married to the former Alpha of a pack far away from where they lived. But all her hopes were cut short the moment she realized her new stepbrother, Alpha Saint, who was also the current Alpha of her new pack, was the same man she had a one-night stand with eight months ago, along with his best friend, Beta Kyrie. And on that fateful night, she had stolen very valuable items from these men. Hated and controlled by her stepbrother, Saint, who saw her as nothing but a thieving whore, Eve decided to find solace in Kyrie, who was already falling madly in love with her. But Saint would rather fight his best friend to the death than let him anywhere close to the woman he was secretly obsessed with from the day he set eyes on her – Eve. All hell was let loose when Eve turned twenty-one and found out that not only was she mated to the man she loved and desired – Kyrie. She was also mated to her overly possessive stepbrother, whom she dreaded with her life. *** TRIGGER WARNING! This is a dark romance novel, which might contain some unsettling themes rated 18+. It is everything dark and forbidden. Please, be guided.

Liliana Humphrey was born to rule. Daughter of a powerful Alpha, heir to a thriving kingdom, and promised to a mate chosen to secure her future, her life was destined for greatness—until her father died under mysterious circumstances. His death shattered everything. Her once-protective stepbrother turned cruel, determined to steal the throne at any cost. Framed for her father’s murder and betrayed by the mate she was meant to marry, Liliana was tried, condemned, and cast into exile—left to die alone in the wilderness. But death never claimed her. Instead, she was taken by Gerald. Ruthless. Untouchable. Feared across kingdoms. A biker Alpha with a reputation soaked in blood and power. What Liliana doesn’t know is that Gerald wasn’t just another Alpha. He was her father’s closest friend. The man who once swore to protect her… not claim her. The bond between them ignites before the truth is revealed—hot, consuming, and impossible to ignore. By the time Liliana learns who Gerald truly is, her heart is already his… and walking away may be impossible. Gerald knows crossing this line could destroy them both. Loving her means betraying the promise he made to the man who raised her. With enemies closing in, old wounds reopening, and a war brewing for the throne stolen from her, she must decide: Will she choose revenge… or surrender to the Alpha who claims her heart? Taken by the Biker Alphas is a dark, forbidden romance filled with betrayal, power, passion, and survival. ️ Recommended for mature readers (18+). Contains strong themes, violence, and sensual content.

Liliana Humphrey was born to rule. Daughter of a powerful Alpha, heir to a thriving kingdom, and promised to a mate chosen to secure her future, her life was destined for greatness—until her father died under mysterious circumstances. His death shattered everything. Her once-protective stepbrother turned cruel, determined to steal the throne at any cost. Framed for her father’s murder and betrayed by the mate she was meant to marry, Liliana was tried, condemned, and cast into exile—left to die alone in the wilderness. But death never claimed her. Instead, she was taken by Gerald. Ruthless. Untouchable. Feared across kingdoms. A biker Alpha with a reputation soaked in blood and power. What Liliana doesn’t know is that Gerald wasn’t just another Alpha. He was her father’s closest friend. The man who once swore to protect her… not claim her. The bond between them ignites before the truth is revealed—hot, consuming, and impossible to ignore. By the time Liliana learns who Gerald truly is, her heart is already his… and walking away may be impossible. Gerald knows crossing this line could destroy them both. Loving her means betraying the promise he made to the man who raised her. With enemies closing in, old wounds reopening, and a war brewing for the throne stolen from her, she must decide: Will she choose revenge… or surrender to the Alpha who claims her heart? Taken by the Biker Alphas is a dark, forbidden romance filled with betrayal, power, passion, and survival. ️ Recommended for mature readers (18+). Contains strong themes, violence, and sensual content.

When the bride disappears, Hailey Grey steps in as the replacement, marrying the man she has secretly loved for years. But Evans Wilson isn’t who she thought he was. Hidden inside his mansion is a terrifying secret, a woman who looks exactly like her, lying in a glass coffin. Then a stranger comes into her life, He moves with impossible speed, heals from wounds in seconds, and calls her by a name she doesn’t recognize. He swears they share blood,When Hailey wakes with a strange mark on her skin, she realizes the woman in the coffin has the same one. Now someone is hunting her, the truth about who she really is could cost her everything, her marriage, her heart, even her life. She thought marrying her best friend would be a dream come true. Instead, it is the beginning of a nightmare. Will Hailey uncover the truth before it’s too late? Or will the secrets buried in her blood destroy her chance at love forever? Start reading now to find out.

My name is Greta Ellsworth. In my past life, my best friend, Poppy McKellen, and I both married into the Lockwood family. They are a prestigious household with a long-standing legacy in alternative medicine. Poppy marries the eldest son, Bruce Lockwood, while I marry the younger son, Owen Lockwood. Poppy gives birth to three children with Bruce. They each grow up to be prodigies in medicine. Meanwhile, I have only one daughter with Owen—Wendy Lockwood. Sadly, Wendy struggles with even the most basic math and isn't very bright. Owen's pride takes over, and he is left feeling utterly embarrassed. Years later, I take Wendy to a medical symposium. When she shyly whispers, "Dad," the crowd erupts in laughter. Enraged and humiliated, Owen stabs Wendy to death. Before I can react, he turns my way and strikes me down as well. When I open my eyes again, I realize that both Owen and I have been reborn. I take in the scene of our families' matchmaking event once more. This time, Owen reaches for Poppy's hand and says, "I like you. Will you marry me?"

My friend and I married into the Castellar family together. I married the older brother, who worked in high finance. My best friend married the younger, a senior fire officer. They didn’t tell us the truth until we were both pregnant. They were vampires. We were furious. But in the end, we forgave them because we still loved them. Until that night. We were staying at a vacation cabin when the fire started after midnight. The front door sealed itself shut, locked by a spell, trapping me inside. My best friend had gone out for a walk and escaped the fire by sheer luck. A car passed by on the forest road. She ran into the headlights, begging the driver to ram the door and save me. The man said coldly, “Pay first.” Inside the cabin, blood ran down my legs and soaked the floor. I tried to transfer the money, but my account was frozen. I called my husband. He hung up three times before the call finally went through. But the voice that answered wasn’t his. It was a woman’s. Vicky sounded calm, almost amused. She said he was busy. Then she added lightly that he’d been helping her set up a subcard and had accidentally disabled mine. My best friend called her husband next. She was crying. She told him there was a fire and I was trapped. He snapped back at her. “Stop lying. I hate people who make false emergency calls. I’m with Vicky checking fire hazards in her new place. Don’t bother me.” She didn’t hesitate again. She shoved the driver out, and drove straight into the cabin. The door shattered. She dragged me out with her bare hands. We lost our babies on the way to the hospital. When I woke up,we looked at each other for a long time. “I’m getting divorced,” she said. “So am I.”