Frozen Throne

My father suffered a heart attack and collapsed. Emergency treatment required the installation of a cardiac stent. I asked my husband to approve an expense of 10 thousand dollars for the surgery. Cameron Lister, the CEO, refused coldly, "The company and family accounts have been frozen recently because of a major project. Your father has medical insurance, so just use a cost-effective domestic stent for now." He was the sole administrator of all the bank cards in my family. His reply made me sorrowfully realize something. Even though I was a genius architectural designer with an annual income of 600 thousand dollars, I was still not worthy of choosing a better life-saving device for my own father. It was a Twitter post forwarded by a colleague, freshly and gleefully posted by the company intern Wendy. [Cameron is so nice. I just said I liked painting, and he gave me a million dollars to organize an art exhibition. I love him so much!] I looked at my father lying on an extra bed in the hospital corridor, groaning in pain, and then looked at the photo of them sweetly embracing each other. I finally understood that Cameron had perhaps never truly loved me. He had only treated me as a stepping stone for his soaring career, and as a tool for him to exploit without limits. 'If this is what you want, Cameron, then don't blame me for being ruthless,' I said inwardly.

“Sign them. Now!” He threw the papers across the bed and they fluttered in front of me, taunting me with words boldly spelled on them. Divorce. My blood had fizzled out. I refused to believe this was happening. I had never filled myself with delusions of Ezekiel ever loving me, but I had truly believed we could both tolerate our obligations to each other. Perhaps I was just blinded by love. “You're breaking this marriage because of Ellen? Because of my sister?” **** As though the death of her grandmother and a painful divorce weren’t enough torture for one day, Camille Manor stands frozen in the face of a family annulment. Letting go of her past life, she leaves for the States where she aims to start life afresh and raise her children not even the father knew about. Things change when she receives a shocking letter that changes everything. Now, after four years of staying away, Camille must return to London to face the lurking shadows of her past. But with her ex-husband back in her life, will her plans for revenge go smoothly? In the midst of exposing buried family secrets, she struggles to tame the feelings she still has for Zeke despite his betrayal while hiding his paternity over her children. Meanwhile, she takes down the Manor’s one by one in a bid to reclaim the honor that was once hers.

My dad is a fan of tough love parenting. When I was a kid, there was a time when I obtained full marks on two subjects. But he told me, "Your grades don't mean anything in life. If you were a true man, you'd leap down five floors without batting an eyelash." Some time later, I was awarded for my act of bravery. But Dad scoffed in my face. "Not even a hair is harmed on your head. Why should you be awarded anyway?" I thought Dad wanted me to go through more training in life. On Christmas Eve, he ditched me on a snowy mountain under the guise of wanting me to go through more training. He didn't give me a tent or a lighter. Later on, Dad even brags about his parenting method to his relatives and friends. "A real man should survive and thrive in a desperate situation! I told Julian that he can forget about being my son if he can't even make his way back to the summit!" But the red dot on the GPS tracker installed in his phone hasn't moved for the past three hours. The truth is, I've already frozen to death in the mountains. Trapped in my fist is a crumpled, torn scrap of paper. Meanwhile, my soul is currently floating above the dining table while watching Dad brag about his tough love parenting.

My mate, Kane Blackwood, was the most feared Alpha in the Northlands. For three years, he treated me like something that belonged to him. He would drag me into his arms on the stone steps after moon rituals, pin me against the wall in Blackthorn Keep’s long corridors, and bite the mark on the back of my neck beside the patrol trails in the border woods, as if he needed everyone to remember exactly whose Luna I was. I used to think that was his way of loving me. Rough. Possessive. Lacking tenderness. But love, all the same. Until one night, I stopped outside the council hall and heard an elder say in a furious voice, “Those charcoal sketches on the black market were released by your people, weren’t they? Every one of them is of you and Elena in bed. She has become a joke across the pack. Do you even understand what you’ve done?” There was a brief silence. Then Kane said, coldly, “She is the Luna the council chose for me. She is not the woman I wanted.” I stood frozen outside the door. All those years, I thought his roughness meant he loved me too fiercely to be gentle. But it was never love. It was humiliation. Punishment for taking the place of the woman he actually wanted. I lowered my eyes to the moonstone bracelet on my wrist, the one he had clasped there the day our mating contract was sealed. If that was all I had ever been to him, then I would leave.

Princess Elara Windsor never wanted the throne, just one night of freedom before her sister forces her back to royal duty. But her last wild night ends in the arms of a tattooed stranger whose touch ruins her…and sets her fate. No names. No promises. No consequences. Until the next morning, when Elara returns home…and discovers the man she slept with is Prince Damon Valen, the man her sister is destined to marry and the future king of two kingdoms. Worse: Elara is carrying his child. Bound by law, trapped by bloodlines, and hunted by those who would kill the unborn heir, Elara is forced into a deadly game of power, lies, and forbidden longing. In a palace fueled by betrayal, where her sister becomes queen and her lover becomes her enemy, Elara must choose: Expose the truth and destroy a kingdom… or protect the man she can never have.

When Alpha King Kaiden dies just 100 days after he had made Scarlet his Luna. The pack is thrown into conflict, the enemies surrounding them are ready to take over the Bloodmoon pack, the enemies within are ready to dethrone Scarlet as the Luna and choose one of their own as the new Alpha King. Scarlet and her family are in danger as the new Alpha won’t rise to the throne without wiping out her bloodline. Scarlet decides to try to bring back an ancient tradition that had not taken place since a decade ago. A tradition whereby the Luna chooses one of her late husband’s brother to become the Alpha King. The pack leaders tried to shun her but Scarlet and the late Alpha’s Beta weren't having it. Beta Jasper knows how much Alpha Kaiden loves Scarlet, and he swore to protect her.

Emma, a healer from the Sacred Flame Healer Tribe was on a mission to find out what happened to her cousin who was declared missing by the royal family. The heir to the throne of Phantom Ridge Pack, suffers from a crippling disease. Emma was summoned to cure the dying heir and was fetched by the good-looking Alpha Jett who made her heart flutter. Enamored by her extraordinary beauty, Alpha Jett's goal is to make Emma fall in love with him. When Emma gets entangled in a love triangle between two Alpha Brothers, things are not looking good for her. And the more she investigates deeper into her cousin's disappearance, secrets begin to unravel. Can Emma abandon her investigation for the sake of love? Or will she ignore love completely and carry on with her mission to find out what truly happened to her cousin on the night she disappeared?

His name is Raive. The one who, 700 years ago, had lost. The necromancer who conquered half the world with an army of the undead, but then was buried alive under a terrible curse: never to die, never to be saved. He was so feared that all necromancy curses were buried with him, so that never again could such a dangerous magician arise. Angelina – a weak historian-necromancer whose only talent was a flawless grasp of the language of the dead. Fate willed it that she find a mysterious gravestone and break the seal holding the one who was never to be released: Raive – the King of the Dead! What will happen to them next? Will the Undead King help this unknown girl or will he use her mysterious blood to regain his own power and speed his way to the throne? What can they both do when passion begins to ruin all their plans, and dark desires call forth the worst poison?

Seven years ended with one ringtone at the altar. One quiet apology, then he walked away to the pregnant ex he once called a mistake, leaving me beneath crystal lights and camera flashes, the perfect discarded bride. Publicly humiliated. I made a decision that shocks them all. I married Adrian, Marcus’s estranged elder stepbrother, the self-made billionaire their father once discarded. Cold. Untouchable. Far more powerful than the heir who betrayed me. Our marriage is a contract. He needs stability to secure his corporate takeover. I need a throne high enough to watch Marcus fall. But our 'fake' touches turn into an obsession neither of us can control. Now I’m carrying Adrian’s child the true firstborn heir of the legacy built on betrayal And this time, I’m not the woman left behind. I'm the prize.

What do you do when the loving charming king of hell leaves his throne for ten years and people just to search for two important people on earth? He’s cold and inhuman, he kills without thinking twice. His heart is as hard to break as a rock; and as cold as an ice. Love is impossible for him. Never! But what else could be his reason for searching for them so badly? So badly that he’s ready to kill for it? He can go miles to get them but one is important than the other. The only thing they know is he as no mate and as been searching for her since is of age to get one. But what about the other most important One? Now you have Known one, but for the second, try to find out on this book... It’s all about Suspense, mystery, betrayal, and romance, s3x, killing etc Who’s ready for it?