Grand Marshal Bellion

Yavonne has been on her own for a few years, just trying to avoid being detected by pretty well anyone. Her sadness slowly grows to rage, the victim day by day turning to villainy for a solution. Koin's life was perfect, he would be Alpha in a few years, the next in a long line of men to make a grand decision that would further change the packs fortunes for the better. But what if both of their lives were built on lies, surrounded by creatures neither of them even knew existed?

I was an Omega, but my mate was an Alpha. Even though I didn’t have a wolf of my own, I could hear the voice of his. Through his wolf, I learned many of his little secrets. For example, he was secretly preparing a grand bonding ceremony. In three days, he was planning to propose, and I pretended not to know. However, that night, Harry Tarrington brought his childhood sweetheart back home. I was just about to ask what was going on when I heard his wolf growl furiously, “Isn’t the ceremony in three days meant for Lianne? Why is it now for Chloe?” So the ceremony I wasn’t supposed to know about… was never meant for me at all. I kept pretending I didn’t know. Quietly, I gave up my room, my most precious belongings, and even Harris himself. Then, I bought a ticket to the South. Carrying the twins in my belly, I left Fangtooth Pack forever on the very day they held their bonding ceremony.

*COMPLETED*"Hold your head up and smile, you coward," Arfaat growled when Juwairiyyah hung back at the top of the steps leading to Sophie's imposing home where the wedding traditional party will take place. His hand gripped her waist so tightly she gasped, and she felt like jerking away and fleeing back down the steps to the waiting car. There was a long line of cars in the street outside Sophie's home; it was obvious the ton had gathered to see the grand wedding of Alhaji Abbas daughter to a poor mechanic.If not for the cold dread in the pit of her stomach, Juwairiyyah might enjoyed the sight of her _wedding day_. As it was, she felt only a shivering apprehension at Arfaat cold rage and implacable face. They'd ridden from her fathers house on GRA in stark silence. Except for a brief moment when she had balked at getting into the car, he had not spoken to her until now. "I don't advise you to try anything you may regret, my Lily."Meet Juwairyyah Abbas who is a spoiled brat whose heart is set at tarnishing and destroying the image of anyone below her. She sees herself as a Queen and someone who is above everyone.Being the only child to rich parents, Juwairiyyah was pampered and given everything she wants.But, what happens when she met someone hell bent on changing her idea that the poor are to be loved and respected not trampled on.The story is steamy, filled with love, hatred, and revenge.

Trystan Lerwin Wuizon is known for being a young, handsome billionaire and woman hater. Bata pa lang siya ay iniwan na siya ng kaniyang ina sa ama niya. He hated her because she chose her boyfriend over him. Si Ashanti Ruiz Salazar ay anak ng isang doktor at abogado. Ang gusto ng mga magulang niya ang maging isa siyang doktor, abogado o enhinyero. Pero ang gusto niya ay ang maging isang flight attendant. Hinayaan siya ng mga magulang niya dahil akala nila ay magbabago pa ang isip ni Ashanti. Butthey found out that Ashanti enrolled in a different school just to be a flight attendant. Due to disappointment, pinalayas nila ang anak at sinabing bahala na siyang buhayin ang sarili niya. Walang kaso ito kay Ashanti dahil matagal niya na itong pinagplanuhan. She had different part time jobs para madagdagan ang savings niya. So, she'll survive. Years after, she graduated and finally reached her dream. Her batch celebrated their success at a newly opened bar. It was the grand opening kaya discounted lahat. Pinaghalong saya at lungkot ang naramdaman ni Ashanti. Saya dahil natupad na ang pangarap niya at lungkot dahil hindi pa din siya kinakausap ng mga magulang niya. Uminom siya hanggang sa tuluyan na siyang malasing. Pagkagising niya kinabukasan ay wala siyang matandaan at nasa isang hindi pamilyar na kuwarto na siya habang nakahiga sa tabi ng isang lalaki nang walang kahit na isang saplot sa katawan. Dahil sa takot at kaba, agad na nagbihis si Ashanti at umalis. Hindi na siya nagpakita pa kahit kailan sa lalaking iyon. Lumipas ang ilang buwan ay nalaman niyang buntis siya at ang ama ay isang estranghero para sa kaniya! Magkikita pa kaya silang muli? O mananatili na lamang isang sikreto ang naging bunga ng isang mainit na gabing pinagsaluhan nila?

La vie d'Ava était déjà un enfer vivant, forcée à l'esclavage par son demi-frère cruel. Mais lorsqu'il l'a vendue à l'impitoyable héritier de la mafia Caleb, elle est entrée dans un nouveau monde de danger et d'incertitude. En peu de temps, elle a fait face à des choix impossibles, à des confrontations avec des agendas cachés et à la menace de destruction de l'obscurité de la mafia. Avec sa vie en jeu, Ava doit décider de rester avec Caleb et de tout risquer ou de faire une pause pour la liberté. Mais alors qu'elle se bat pour survivre, elle se rend compte que son plus grand défi réside à l'intérieur... peut-elle surmonter ses propres démons et trouver un moyen d'aimer et d'être aimée en retour ?

Après que la jeune femme humaine s'est accidentellement vendue à un milliardaire, ce dernier fut stupéfait de découvrir qu'elle était la clé d'un secret qui pourrait bouleverser son empire ! Le jour avant mon mariage, j'ai surpris mon fiancé au lit avec ma meilleure amie. Le choc et la trahison étaient insupportables. Alors, dans un moment d'impulsivité et de désespoir, j'ai pris une décision insensée : je suis allée voir le patron de mon fiancé, le mystérieux et puissant milliardaire Alexander Storm, et je me suis vendue à lui. Ce que je ne savais pas, c'est que cet homme incroyablement riche et influent n'était pas seulement un tycoon froid et distant, mais qu'il cachait des secrets bien plus sombres. Pourquoi Alexander semble-t-il obsédé par moi depuis notre rencontre ? Que signifient les murmures de ses employés sur « l'élue » ? Et surtout, que va-t-il se passer maintenant que je porte en moi le futur héritier de son empire ? J'ai essayé de m'échapper, mais Alexander est venu me retrouver. Chaque fois que je pensais pouvoir m'éloigner, il revenait, plus déterminé que jamais à me garder près de lui. Pourquoi me considère-t-il comme une pièce indispensable dans ses projets ? Suis-je un pion dans un jeu plus grand, ou y a-t-il une part de vérité dans ses mots lorsqu'il murmure que je suis « sa destinée » ? « Lana, ma chère élue, sois ma reine. » Attends… Élue ? Ai-je bien entendu ? Mais je ne suis qu'une femme ordinaire ! Alors pourquoi un homme comme Alexander, connu pour être impitoyable et inaccessible, semble-t-il prêt à tout pour me garder à ses côtés ? Quels secrets se cachent derrière son regard intense et son empire colossal ? Et surtout, que m'attend-il au-delà de cette nuit fatidique où j'ai signé un pacte qui pourrait changer ma vie à jamais ?

The Bloodfang Pack’s Alpha has declared a grand warrior match. A test of strength, cunning, and dominance. The werewolf who emerges victorious will not only earn the title of champion but will also claim his most beautiful daughter as a mate. But everyone knows this is just a formality. No matter who wins, I should be the one to marry Harken Shadowfang. He and I grew up together, our wolves intertwined by years of shared hunts and whispered promises beneath the full moon. He has always been my destined mate—or so I thought. The match begins, and Harken deliberately loses. I watch as he kneels in the dirt, breathing heavily, his sharp golden eyes flicking toward me with something cruel, something mocking. A chill runs down my spine. Why? Why would he do this? The victor stands tall, his fur still bristling from the heat of battle. Alaric Jaggedmane. A warrior through and through, his aura is heavy with the weight of a true Alpha—something Harken never had. Without hesitation, I step forward, lifting the warrior’s wreath. "Congratulations," I say, my voice steady. "You're now my husband." A furious snarl rips through the air. Harken storms toward me like a rabid beast, his fangs bared, his hands trembling as he snatches the wreath from my grasp. "Why didn't you pick me?" he demands, his voice bordering on madness. I meet his gaze without fear. Because in my past life, I did. I chose him. I thought he loved me. I thought we would be happy. But I was a fool. After my father’s death, Harken locked me away, keeping me weak with silver-laced drugs while he took his true mate, Ravyn Evermoon, to public events at his side. I was nothing but a tool. A stepping stone for his ambitions. A title to secure his rule. It was only then that I learned of his betrayal— of the three children he had already fathered with her. And so now, with this second chance granted to me by the Moon Goddess herself, I do not waver. I will not be Harken’s pawn again.

Embedded in the undying feud between the Monroe's and the Villalobos was the bitter memory of the past when the father of the 5th generation of coven, Don Honoracio Monroe died out of unknown disease. His loss brought them commotion when the Villalobos presented a young lady as the Don's other daughter. Doña Victoria never recognized such disrespect to the good memories of her late husband and so she deprived the young Villalobos of her rights for her inheritance... Since that night, the killing never ended. Each of them was forced to leave the grand lives they had in order to keep their safety. In fear of his new born child, Vico sent Victorina Aurora together with their most trusted servant away... Since then, the search for the Monroe's heiress gets on fire. The Monroe's most trusted man, Alezzandro Vizmanos from the werewolves tribe found her in her new name as Blythe Hernandez and identity as a waitress in Ekztatica club, working hard for her ill mother. It's her needs that made her sign his proposal with eyes closed. Zandro held her tight in his fingers just what the Monroe's wants him to do. But he opposed the plan when he kept Blythe away from them... Little did they know, Zandro has been keeping wrath for the death of his dear Cassidy. The servant who took care of Blythe; she died for the Monroe's yet they never recognized her loyalty. Every night, as he watches Blythe sleeping peacefully, Zandro was tempted to kill her. But as days passed by, he used to see from her eyes the spark from Cassy's eyes he once adored. Blythe's giving his heart wild beats. Will he still continue his plan of killing her or he'll rather kill his heart to stop pulsating insanely?

On the day Mateo was crowned as the Alpha King of the Eastern Packs, I learned that my remaining wolf's power was depleted and that the silver curse would eventually take my life. During the coronation ceremony, the Grand Elder asked Mateo who he regretted losing the most. Without hesitation, he dialed my number. I answered, listening to his cold voice through the phone: "When I got hurt, after you left me thinking I wasn't Alpha anymore, did you ever regret it?" Looking at the astronomical bill for another month's supply of moonwort potion, I laughed softly: "Mateo, since you're so powerful now, could you lend me 500,000 for the treatment?" The line went dead instantly. On the live broadcast, I watched as his face turned to ice: "Now I have no regrets." He didn't know that seven years ago, when that cursed silver dagger was killing him, I had secretly channeled my wolf's power to him, taking the curse upon myself.

The life trial system "If You Think You Can Do Better, Prove It" burst onto the scene like a traveling circus promising wonders. The idea was plain enough: "If you reckon someone's life is a mess, and you think you can do better, go ahead and prove it. There's a reward waiting if you do." Before I knew it, my whole family had me pegged for the fool in the middle of the show. There was my mother, dreaming of turning me into some grand goose; my husband, who'd spent years dodging his rightful share of the family load; and my son, mortified by the very sight of me. They shoved me onto the "judgment seat" like I was the villain of the tale. Every last one of them swore up and down that, given my place, they'd manage my life better than I ever could. The stakes? Well, if they pulled it off, my consciousness would be erased—gone, wiped out like a mistake on a chalkboard—and turned into their personal servant. On top of that, they'd waltz off with a cool million dollars. But if they couldn't? Then I'd be the one raking in three million dollars. Now that's a gamble for the ages, isn't it?