Grant Ward Marvel

A night of heartbreak. A stranger in the dark. A secret that will change everything. When Tilda Grant discovers she was pregnant, her life became in danger. Tilda had already lost everything to her husband, James. James had secretly divorced her and was having a secret affair with her half-sister, Kristie. Tilda was devastated and the night she got drunk, she ended up on the bed of a stranger. She flee, and five years later, she returns, a determined single mother of quadruplets, ready to rebuild her life and uncover the pressing secret of the paternity of her kids. She never expected to cross paths with Oscar Gray, a cold yet dangerously captivating businessman—nor did she know he was connected to her past in ways she couldn't imagine. Oscar Gray must honor his grandfather, and make Tilda his wife. Just as Tilda begins to open her heart again, James resurfaces, claiming the children as his own. In a dramatic twist, Tilda discovers that Oscar Gray is the stranger from that night. Now, caught between two powerful men—one who deceived her, and one who unknowingly changed her life—Tilda must fight for her family, her love, and the truth. Will she trust Oscar, the man who was always meant to be hers? Or will James steal her future just as he stole her past?

My mother-in-law’s final wish was simple—she wanted one last trip to Hawaii, to bask in the warmth of the sun before her time ran out. But her son, Vincent, didn’t see it that way. He thought I was manipulating her, using her as an excuse to drag him on a vacation he didn’t want. So, out of spite, he refused to grant her dying wish. I begged him. Pleaded. Swallowed my pride and all the hurt his accusations brought. After relentless persuasion, he finally relented. I thought, at last, I could give Lucy the happiness she deserved. But on the day we were set to leave, Vincent was nowhere to be found. And that same day, Lucy suffered a heart attack. She passed away with only me by her side—never getting to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin one last time. And then I saw it. A picture. Vincent, tagged at a luxury resort with his ex. The caption from her read: Thank you for abandoning your job to take me on this trip. You’re the best. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I didn’t even confront him. I just packed my bags and left. And this time? Vincent found out about the truth and begged me to stay.

At the company holiday party raffle, I'd barely stepped on stage when my superior, Victor Grant, shoved a crumpled slip into my hand. "Special prize for our top sales guy. Go on, open it. Let's show everyone." All eyes were on me as I unfolded it. Scrawled across the paper: [VIP janitor status unlocked—every toilet in the company, three days.] The room lost it—laughter everywhere. Victor crossed his arms, grinning. "Fair, right? Everyone knows you climbed the ranks hooking up with rich cougars. Gotta avoid hard feelings for the others, yeah? While the rest of us take a break, you can get busy. You're not gonna back out, are you?" The crowd cracked up. My girlfriend—and CEO—Rachel Sullivan stood off to the side, watching. Didn't say a word. Everyone waited for me to explode. Instead, I just nodded. Next day, over 300 refund requests hit. Cash flow flatlined. Victor and Rachel begged me to talk the buyers down. I shrugged. "Nah. Don't wanna save the company and make my performance too good. That'd just cause more ' hard feelings,' right?"

As Cain Knight's mate, I watched him lead Elias Sinclair, his childhood sweetheart, onto the stage at the Black Moon Pack's annual charity gala. "In recognition of Miss Sinclair's outstanding contributions to our community," Cain announced, his voice a glacial shard as his eyes found me, "I have decided to grant her the title of this year's 'Charity Ambassador.'" An honor that had, for years, been bestowed upon the Luna by her Alpha. He shattered tradition just to humiliate me. Under the pitying gazes of the entire pack, I did not cry. I did not question him. I simply straightened my spine, set down my champagne flute, and silently turned to leave. "Let her go," I heard Cain sneer behind me. "She won't last half the night. She'll come crawling back like a beaten dog, begging for my forgiveness." A wave of derisive laughter erupted behind me. "After all these years, Lupita still uses the same tired tricks to get Alpha Cain's attention!" "I bet she'll be on her knees, pleading for Alpha Cain's forgiveness before sunrise!" But they didn't know. The person waiting to spirit me away was already at the door. This time, I would vanish from this gilded cage forever.

In my last life, I was kidnapped alongside the fake heiress, Lilith Howe, at the same time. My father, the richest man in the country, claimed he had to prove his impartiality. Without a second thought, he told the police to rescue Lilith first and refused to pay a ransom for me. In front of the cameras, he declared with solemn conviction, "A daughter of the Howes must have backbone. We will never give in to criminals!" Lilith returned without a single scratch, and the internet crowned her a miracle girl. Meanwhile, I was killed by the kidnappers. There was barely anything left of me to bury. As my soul hovered above the scene, I watched my brother sneer at what little remained. "Good," he said. "At least she won't come back and be an eyesore to Lilith. We'll finally have some peace in the house." When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the exact moment the kidnappers called with their demands. A knife was pressed against my throat. On the other end of the line, my father's voice was just as cold, just as absolute. "I'm not choosing. My money belongs to charity. If she's a Howe, she should be ready to sacrifice for the family." I laughed. If he was willing to destroy his own flesh and blood for the sake of so-called honor, then this time, I would grant them a reunion in hell!

Abductors bind me in a basement, subjecting me to the torment of dozens. Meanwhile, my husband, Evan Foster, dines by candlelight with his lover, Carmen Locke. My abductors grant me one chance to call for help, and I dial Evan's number. I'm certain he will come for me. I believe Evan would give his life for me, as he once vowed that his future held no meaning without me. Clinging to hope, I call the number etched in my heart. However, Evan scolds me for interrupting their date. "You think I'll come get you? Dream on. Maybe I'll bother to collect your body if you die out there." His words crush me, and I do die. Five days later, Evan stands before the autopsy table, grimacing at the mangled remains before him. Even as the police department's finest forensic expert, having dissected thousands of bodies, he condemns the killer's brutality. Yet, despite his cold dismissal of my desperate plea over the phone, he now wears a look of pity. Evan, if you knew these fragments belonged to me, would you still find me worthy of your compassion?

I was a Beta werewolf, destined to never have a mate. Alongside my best friends, I supported Leo Petroff in his rise to become the Alpha Leader of the Mystic Vale pack. Those under Leo’s command—the Jackson family, to name a few—always looked down on me because I was a Beta, accusing me of dragging their Alpha Leader into a ragtag group. And because I am a woman. I didn't care; perfection often breeds enemies, and that was just my lot in life. I had other wonderful friends, like my girls. I had powerful allies, including Leo, Alpha Warrior Ray and Alpha Guard Frank. I had Beta Bill, whose head was filled with knowledge. And I had Neville, a shy boy who flushed easily and always appeared whenever my spirit was exhausted. Because of them, I believed that even if I was forbidden from having a mate, having them by my side was enough. Fate decided to play a cruel joke on me by turning all the men I trusted most into my mates. Fine, mates. Since they went from the people I wanted to be with to the ones I wanted to stay away from, I decided to grant them one last privilege, the chance to play with me for the final time.

"Please, don't eat me," it begged. The voice was that of angels...Another hand gripped the trunk until finally, another eye appeared. One was beautiful, but now both looked back at me with an intensity that would sear into my soul until the day I died. It was a girl, a tiny girl. Her smell continued to be blown in my direction, and by the gods, I swear they were trying to draw her to me."Creed, an exiled dragon, known for his ruthless fighting and disturbing appearance. The dragon elders deemed him unworthy of a mate, the moon goddess would not grant one that was conceived of r*pe.Odessa, a woman who lost her father to cancer, her estranged mother finds her hours later after her father's death, whisks her away to a fantasy world to repay her debt to the Duke of Vamparia. She is now a mere blood bag, but one night fate was on her side. She escaped the vampire kingdom only to find herself found by a beast who takes her under his wings.Together they will unfold a new love and adventure as they try and defeat the vampires that hold humans hostage, for Creed to get his revenge for the new treasure he wants to call his own. Romance blossoms and even a special twist to make your heart squeeze with warmth.

Nyxara Vale trusted Cassian Ward—her mate—and Brielle Shaw, her best friend. They reduced her world to ashes. But honestly, death didn’t last. She came back, furious and unstoppable. Now she’s got everything: a trillion-dollar fortune, lethal MMA skills, hacker abilities no one can rival, and, of course, she’s the true heir to her family’s merciless mafia empire. Then things get even crazier. Nyxara’s werewolf blood finally awakens. Her eyes flash violet, she can sway people’s wills just by entering a room, and there’s this ravenous wolf spirit inside her, desperate for revenge. Every secret she uncovers, every ally she tests, every foe she confronts—it drags her further into a world where betrayal is currency, love exacts a cost, and vengeance stains everything crimson. And just when she believes she’s in control, her other mate—the rival she never asked for—shows up. He’s dark, magnetic, and refuses to let her take charge without a battle. The two of them collide, separate, and keep coming back together, bound by old scars and new temptations. The past won’t release its grip, and it's poised to tear apart everything Nyxara has fought to reclaim. In a world where mafia clans clash with immortal bloodlines, trust slips away and revenge is the only certainty. Nyxara must seize her power, outwit those chasing her, and decide who truly deserves a place at her side—before the darkness consumes everything she has left.

On my birthday, my husband, Adrian Grant, suddenly showed up with my adoptive younger sister, Bella Reed, and her child, Tia Reed. When it was time to head out, he naturally arranged for Bella to sit in the front passenger seat. Then he turned to me and said calmly, "Tia gets carsick easily. The back seat is full of stuff. Since you're healthy, just take the bus." Our friends immediately chimed in, one after another, "You're the older sister. Taking care of your niece is only right." Four cars were heading out, yet not one seat was left for me, the supposed main character of the day. I sat on the bus, swallowing my grievance, and saw Adrian and Bella interacting ambiguously in the group chat. They were even talking about topics I knew nothing about. When I opened the newly sent video, nothing except leftovers remained on the table prepared for me. Adrian even treated the birthday cake I had carefully prepared as dessert, spoon-feeding it to Bella and her daughter. Someone finally couldn’t stand it anymore and asked whether this was appropriate. Adrian, who was carefully wiping Bella’s mouth, didn’t even look up. "We’re all family. Julia won’t be angry." At that point, our seven-year marriage came to its end.