Grand Priest

Damian was the fearsome don of a mafia family, but I was his sole weakness. In order to marry me, a poor girl from the slums, he was punished by his family sixteen times, and the scars on his back remained terrifying, even to this date. To make me happy, he killed one of the best arms dealers in the world just to get the blue crystal I had mentioned offhandedly once. He built a manor named “One and Only” for me and swore that I was his one and only true love. I had thought that our happiness would last forever, until the day I saw him cradling a pair of twins in another manor. The twins’ mother was my mortal enemy. She had once had someone break my ribs and stuff dirt into my mouth. Hence, on the day of our wedding anniversary, I prepared a grand gift for him: a private jet that exploded and plummeted into the ocean, along with a charred wedding ring. In my world, betrayal never led to forgiveness, only abandonment.

Half an hour ago, my destined mate finally proposed to me, and we will hold a grand mating ceremony in half a month. The moment I’d been waiting for ten years had finally come. But right at this monment. My Alpha was holding another woman, his fingers tracing her skin. His voice was soft, almost worshipful. “I regret everything. If you want me back, I will break the mate bond with her.” He had no idea I was watching from outside the window—he was so wrapped up in that woman, he didn’t even catch my scent. Right then, it hit me: our mate bond, our ten years together, flash throug in my head. I sent a mindlink to my mother and told her I was going to cut down the mate-bond with Mike. Then I would go back to the Deep Blue pack to run my own. Mike would never know that our mating ceremony would be the day I leave.

On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary with Sebastian Gray, he lit up the entire city with fireworks for me. All our friends kept saying what a wonderful man he was—so loving, so romantic. The kind of husband every woman dreams of. At the grand finale, the fireworks burst into words that lit up the night sky: Happy Birthday, Jen. Jennifer Kingsley was Sebastian's first love, his ideal woman, the one who had always lingered in his heart. Sebastian looked at me, his expression almost sheepish. "Ah, it's Jen's birthday too. They must have mixed up the fireworks." That night, Jennifer posted on her social media: "Men are boys till the day they die, always fumbling their way through romance." She added a picture of the fireworks, along with a photo of her and Sebastian standing close under the dazzling display. I liked her post and left a comment: "From school to altar—what a touching love story. When's the wedding?"

Quelque part dans Menel Ara, une jeune femme lève les yeux vers la Haute-Ville. Elle a vu les images de l’exécution publique, la veille. Elle a vu le visage irrité de Youri Komniev. Elle a vu aussi la tentative d’assassinat dont lui et les autres chefs de Grandes Familles ont fait l’objet.A côté d’elle, deux hommes discutent. Ils soutiennent les Martyrs et ont le sourire. C’est rare. Un peu plus loin, un groupe vêtu de robes vert et blanc se presse vers le Grand Ascenseur. Ce sont des Putras, et ils ont l’air inquiets. C’est perturbant.Prise d’un frisson, la jeune femme relève son col et reprend son chemin. Une tempête couve…

Amy est une jeune femme de dix-huit ans, vivant paisiblement avec sa famille en banlieue parisienne. Se détestant depuis le collège et habitant dans le même quartier, Idrissa, devient son grand et pire ennemi au cours du temps. Un homme arrogant, froid, mystérieux et très violent. Tout chavirera ce soir d'anniversaire quand il réalisera l'impensable. Un jour, le père de la jeune femme décidera de la marier, la marier de force à cet homme effroyable. Malgré tout, elle découvrira une autre facette de ce garçon et beaucoup de secrets dissimulés. Elle pense que cette union est le principal problème, mais ce ne sont que les préliminaires. Elle vous évoque ici son histoire.

Elle n’avait rien à perdre. Il avait tout à risquer. Lina mène une vie simple, rythmée par son travail dans un café parisien. Adrien, lui, règne sur un empire bâti sur le pouvoir, l’argent et les secrets. Leur rencontre bouleverse leurs certitudes et donne naissance à une passion aussi intense que dangereuse. Mais lorsque le passé d’Adrien refait surface sous la forme d’un ennemi prêt à tout, Lina devient une cible. Pris entre amour et pouvoir, Adrien devra choisir jusqu’où il est prêt à aller pour la sauver. L’Or et la Cendre est un roman de passion, de suspense et de sacrifice, où l’amour devient la plus grande des forces… et le plus grand des dangers.

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.

In her previous life, Everon Monique was just a simple girl living her life as a carefree teenager. She's content to live on her own. Alone and lonely. But that was until a very sudden accident change her existence for the worst. She died at the age of 18 and was reincarnated to a different world. She is now a new born heiress of a Grand Duke. Amazing, right? Far from it. She was still conscious about her past life and the new life she was given are full of hate and prejudice. Growing up in her new life, she witnessed how strange her new world was. A man was more powerful and more puissant and treated like Gods. While girls are being sold as slaves at a ripe age to every noble man that would live a brutalized life she had never imagined existed. Her time came. Full of terror and uncertainties, she had no choice but to obey. She was sold to become the Crowned Prince's Marionette. Will she ever survive at the hands of her diabolic master? Or will fate lead her to a life of adventure.

Far from the world of Earth lies a vast realm of ancient kingdoms, each striving for power, stability, and survival amid ever-shifting alliances and rivalries. Bound by tradition, these kingdoms practice a unique marriage ritual that determines political ties and future heirs. When alliances are to be strengthened, princes from friendly realms gather in a grand ceremonial arena, where a chosen princess demonstrates her abilities—speed, strength, magic, or flight—while the princes pursue. Her eventual capture symbolizes destiny, unity, and the merging of two royal bloodlines. For two days, the princess and her chosen prince remain secluded, honoring the sacred customs that seal their kingdom’s bond. Afterward, she returns to her homeland to undergo traditional examinations confirming whether the alliance has borne fruit. If so, she journeys to her prince’s kingdom to complete the remaining steps of the ritual and prepare for the future of both realms. Through these time-honored customs, kingdoms rise or fall, heirs are shaped, and political landscapes shift—each marriage carrying the power to redraw borders, forge unity, or ignite new conflicts in a world that forever hungers for expansion.

I've stood before a priest and sworn my vows to the same man seven times. And for the seventh time, I've signed divorce papers in front of the family lawyer. At our first wedding, the youngest Capo of the Throne family held my hand and promised, "From this day forward, my life is yours and yours alone." But whenever his childhood sweetheart stirred up trouble and needed his protection, Carter's vow to me would conveniently become a sanctuary for her. "Tessa's in trouble again, Maeve. For your own safety, we have to get a divorce for now." The first time I was forced to divorce, I threatened him with the honor of our families' alliance, even vowing to expose his betrayal at a family gathering. His men dragged me out of the manor. The third time I signed the papers, I humbled myself, sneaking into the family's private club just to catch a glimpse of him from afar. By the sixth time, I had learned to quietly pack my few belongings in this house of lies, without putting up a fight. My breakdowns and desperate, undignified attempts to save us were only ever met with Carter's reliable promise to remarry me, just before another round of the divorce game he played for Tessa's sake. Until this time. After hearing Tessa was returning to New York from Italy, I didn't wait for Carter to speak. I placed the signed divorce papers in his study myself. Just like always, he casually set a date for our remarriage. But he didn't know that day was the day I would disappear from his world forever.