Front Crawl

"You don't have to like me Leila, but I sure as hell won't let you hate me" I pause, glaring at him. "What choice do I have?" His eyes crawl down my body, making the feeling I've fought to bury bubble to the top. "The only one's that's available" he Whispered against my ear. "Because I've no intention of letting you go" Werewolves exist. Human Slave Rogue. Whichever you choose, their all the same in the werewolf realm. When things take a turn for the worst, Grayson's eyes are turned on me, the little frail human that he orders to lift her skirt but won't ever will. No one refuses his order, but I'm not a possession or anyone's whore. How persistent can one man be? Especially when there's nothing that points to rewriting the stars of fate.

My wife had called me in the middle of the night with a hint of drunkenness in her voice. She admitted to having too much to drink and asked me to come get her. I hurried to the private club she mentioned, only to find myself having to change into a bathrobe as soon as I got there. Surrounded by a group of wealthy women in their fifties, they playfully flirted and teased me relentlessly. Suddenly, a few of them pounced, pushing me to the ground and demanding I crawl like a dog. Despite the humiliation, my main concern was still my wife's wellbeing. Hours passed before she finally showed up, disheveled, supported by her male assistant, looking at me with a cold smirk. It was then that the truth hit me. This whole situation was a scheme she had orchestrated to please him. My anger rising, I called and spoke through gritted teeth, "Three days. I want every single business under the Spencers wiped out."

Amara Larkspur and I have been dating for seven years. But she claims that she's sick of me, so she quickly finds herself a younger lover. I don't kick up a fuss at all. All I do is throw away the engagement ring and take down the decorations of the proposal venue. After that, I leave the city where I got my heart broken. All of Amara's friends keep speculating just how long it'll take me to crawl back to her this time. After all, everyone thinks of me as her ultimate simp. However, this time, I never return to her side. Amara finally panics and calls my number. "Ryan Crawford, if you don't return to me right now, we'll break up for real!" But all she hears is a feminine voice that lets out a soft titter. "Ryan is bathing at the moment. I can help you pass the message if you'd like."

The Alpha's pup is an Omega!After being bought his place into Golden Lake University; an institution with a facade of utmost peace, and equality, and perfection, Harold Girard falls from one calamity to another, and yet another, and the sequel continues. With the help of his roommate, a vampire, and a ridiculous-looking, socially gawky, but very clever witch, they exploit the flanks of the inflexible rules to keep their spots as students of the institution.The school's annual competition, 'Vestige of the aptest', is coming up, too, as always with its usual thrill, but for those who can see beyond the surface level, it's nothing like the previous years'. Secrets; shocking, scandalous, revolting and abominable ones begin to crawl out of their gloomy shells.And that is just a cap of the iceberg as the Alpha's second-chance mate watches from the sideline like an hawk, waiting to strike the Omega! NB: Before you read this book, know that your reading experience might be spoiled forever as it'll be almost impossible to find a book more thrilling, and mystifying, with drops here and there of magic and suspense.

The princess was now standing in front of me. But she was not what I expected. In fact, to say I was disappointed was an understatement. Like what the fuck. I've heard stories about how beautiful and enchanting she was, but the woman standing in front of me was completely opposite from that description. The woman standing in front of me was chubby. What the hell? I thought they said she was slim and slender. She even had a mole on her nose and when she smiled at me, I almost puked. She had a huge gap tooth and looked like a clown. "Greetings your highness," she said, and I almost died. Please don't tell me that is my bride. Like, what the f*ck?!

​In her past life, Josie was a fool, wasting three years weeping for a husband who faked his own death just to run off with another woman. She died on a rainy sidewalk with a knife in her chest, watching Julian walk away with his first love and their secret child. ​Now, she’s back. It’s the morning of his funeral, but Josie isn't reaching for a tissue; she’s reaching for a pot of boiling water and a liquidation lawyer. While the rest of the Hart family prepares to mourn, Josie is busy selling Julian’s prized cars and emptying his secret bank accounts. To make sure Julian can never crawl back into her life, she makes a move on the only man he ever truly feared—his uncle, Alexander Hart. Alexander is a ruthless billionaire who has wanted Josie for twenty years, and he’s more than happy to help her bury Julian for good, as long as she’s willing to pay his price.

This novel is about a girl who is constantly receiving messages about forewarned crimes or killings in places she goes. She did not believe it the first until she witnessed a murder happened in front of her and gone as nothing happened. One day a killer appeared and murdered her whole family as the messages stated then a mysterious man appeared in front of her and vanished together with the corpse.

Everyone in the pack knew I was in love with the Alpha, Luther Pauley. I had done whatever it took to win him over, even sneaking into his bed more than once. When I turned 18, the pack's seer predicted that Luther was my destined mate. But I refused the marking ceremony and chose to leave the pack instead. Luther looked stunned as he blocked my way out. "If you walk away now, don't ever come back." No one in the pack believed I would really go. They were even making bets about how soon I'd crawl back. "I'm calling three days!" "You're giving her too much credit. I'll wager a bottle of healing tonic that she'll be running back here in three minutes!" I ignored them and went straight to Sawyer Dunn, the Alpha of Graymoon Pack. This time, I swore I would never look back again.

“But you…” he said, looking passionately into her eyes. “You could burn down the entire mafia until it’s nothing but charred rubble, and I would crawl over the embers with glee, so long as I could worship at your feet.” “If that’s love, then yes, I love you.” He lifts a shoulder. “I can’t feel anything but love for you.” Arya was forced into a marriage she never wanted to Leonardo, a powerful mafia boss whose name alone commands fear. Cold, ruthless, and merciless, he rules an empire of danger and secrets. Arya, tender-hearted, kind, and fiercely loyal, tries to resist him. Falling in love with a man like Leonardo is impossible… until she discovers that even the coldest heart has a weakness, and his might just be her. But in a world where enemies lurk in the shadows and betrayal can strike at any moment, love may come at a deadly cost. Will the reluctant mafia bride risk everything for love, or will her union remain trapped in fear and duty?

While her husband stayed in the hospital beside his mistress, Alessia was in his enemy’s bed—naked, breathless, and moaning his name. Alessia never planned to be the woman who used sex as revenge. But when fate shoved the truth in her face that the man she loved was sharing his heart and bed with someone else, she didn’t cry. Instead she made a plan. She walks into the office of his coldest rival, Miguel Smith, and make him an offer no man expects. “Sleep with me,” Miguel has a rule; no married women. Especially not the wife of the man he hates most. But the moment he sees Alessia, something shifts. She’s fire wrapped in ice, and one night isn’t nearly enough. Now he’s hooked—on her lips, on her body, on ruining her husband, and making her his. Again and again. And when her husband tries to crawl back into her life, Miguel makes one thing crystal clear: Alessia is his now… and he doesn’t share.