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'God, I'm late again!' Jane thought as she hurried through the streets. 'Mr. Smith is going to be so mad!' She decided to take a shortcut through some back alleys that she would normally rather avoid. Suddenly, she heard a series of whimpers, thumps, and yelps coming from another alley nearby. It sounded like a dog in pain, being beaten by something heavy 'Maybe if I make a noise, whatever is attacking that dog will get scared and run.' She stopped. She had just peaked her head around the corner and saw not one but two . . . men? . . . standing at the other end of a dead-end alley and overlooking a very large, furry pile of animals that seemed to be twitching. Normally, Jane would have been filled with terror at that moment, but terror was normally reserved for those with something to lose. There was a part of Jane, however, that still clung to the charade that was her life. Her hands began to tremble and her lungs released a scarcely audible gasp. Then the two standing figures turned and faced the end of the alley where Jane was hiding. "I'm going to call the police!" she shouted, lacking anything better to say. One of the figures shook his head and smiled. All his teeth seemed to be far too pointy. "That would be a very . . . terrible . . . mistake," he hissed, his words escaping his mouth like dead air from a pharaoh's tomb. And then both of them headed towards her at an inhuman pace. "No," one of them rasped. "Finish it. I'll get the girl." The other one stopped and snarled some kind of response.

Ean's face twisted with anger as he grabbed me by the arm, dragging me toward the old, rusted freezer in the corner of the warehouse. "You're going to feel what Helen felt," he spat. "Maybe that'll teach you not to mess with her." I struggled against him, panic rising in my chest. "Ean, this is insane! It was an accident! Let me explain—" He wasn’t listening. He shoved me inside the freezing metal box and slammed the door shut. The echo of the lock clicking into place made my heart pound in my ears. I banged on the door with my fists. "Ean, please! You can’t do this!" I screamed, but the sound of his footsteps grew fainter as he walked away. He left me with nothing but a single bowl of water, like I was some kind of prisoner. I slumped against the cold metal, shivering. The temperature plummeted almost instantly. The hum of the freezer kicked in, and I realized too late—it wasn’t broken like he thought. It was working, and I was trapped. My body shook uncontrollably as the cold seeped into my bones. I screamed for help until my throat was raw, clawing at the walls in desperation. My bloody handprints smeared across the icy surface, a silent plea for mercy that no one would hear. Seven days passed. When Ean finally returned, the look on his face was one of smug satisfaction. He had expected me to beg, to apologize. But when they pried open the freezer, all they found was my frozen body, stiff and silent, my suffering long over.

Brad: I hate my f*cking ex-wife. Joelle’s a piece of work, who flaunts her new boyfriend right in front of my face while demanding that our pre-nup be invalidated. But then revenge dances into view in the form of a beautiful blonde co-ed with a winsome smile and curves that go on for days and best of all, she’s Joelle’s daughter! Minnie may be young, but she’s old enough for what I have planned because the young girl is fertile, sweet, and heartbreakingly innocent. Yes, revenge will be mine because in the end, the alpha male always WINS. Minnie: I landed a valuable internship at my ex-stepfather’s company. I figure Brad won’t even notice me because he’s the CEO, while I’m just a lowly temp. I’ll hide in the corner like a shadowy mouse. But one day, Mr. Landry strides into the conference room, and those laser blue eyes find mine. He’s tall and powerful, with broad shoulders highlighted by a perfectly cut suit, and a wide chest that makes my knees go weak. Even crazier, the CEO says he has a special project for me that’s just going to be me and him. He shows me the tool he’s going to use, and it’s big, long, and mouthwateringly THICK making my knees go weak with need! Plus, this particular project is going to last nine months and I’ll emerge with my belly round and swollen as I give Brad the baby he desires!

Due to an accident, my wife and I lost our lives in a massive fire. When we open our eyes again, we find ourselves back on the day we registered our marriage. In our last life, everyone thought we were the perfect couple. Little did they know that my wife, Queenie Lloyd, refused to consummate our marriage. Right before my death, I found out that I was nothing but a replacement for her first love. Queenie had intended to remain chaste for him for the rest of her life. After being reborn, neither of us speaks of the past. By an unspoken agreement, we get a divorce that very day and go on to live separate lives. Eight years later, she attends an industry summit holding her childhood sweetheart's arm. She's now a rising star in the business world. I am dressed in plain clothes. When she notices me, she walks over with a champagne glass in hand. "Mr. Lawrence! Even if you still have feelings for me, you didn't have to disguise yourself as a waiter just to approach me. Are you still trying to convince me to get back together with you?" she sneers. I ignore her and smile as I wave at someone nearby. My son runs over to me and tugs on the corner of my shirt. "Mommy said she's tired, Daddy. She wants to know when you're coming to pick us up," he tells me. Upon hearing this, Queenie's face stiffens immediately, and she almost drops her wine glass.

Three days before my blood oath ceremony, someone planted a silver crucifix in the bridal shop and set it ablaze while I was inside trying on my ceremonial gown. My fiancé — Vampire Lord Damien — had the arsonist thrown into the silver prison, sentencing them to the harshest punishment our laws allowed. I lay in the healing chamber, my body covered in severe burns, refusing to wake fully as the reality of my disfigurement sank in. In my semi-conscious state, I heard Damien speaking with the coven's apothecary. "My Lord, we can still heal her completely with the ancient blood rites. If we wait any longer, Serena will bear these scars for life! You just want Miss Vivienne to be your Consort at the blood oath ceremony. This is cruel beyond measure!" "Let her keep the scars. I'll provide for her for the rest of her life, but if she's healed, she'll definitely cause trouble at the ceremony." "I promised Vivienne that her child would be welcomed into the coven with full honors. Only when Serena is completely disfigured will she be grateful enough to raise Vivienne's child as her own. The scars are necessary - at least this way, she won't dare mistreat the boy." In the corner of the room, where no one was watching, a tear slid down my burned cheek. So this was the truth. The blood oath ceremony I'd dreamed of was nothing but a lie. The blood bond I longed for would be my death sentence. If that's how it had to be, I would give him what he wanted.

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Synopsis/Blurb In the quaint town of Silverwood Falls, nestled deep within the misty forests of the Pacific Northwest, lies a secret as old as time itself. Under the enchanting light of the full moon, a hidden clan of werewolves roams the ancient woods, their existence shrouded in mystery and myth. Enter Emily Hawthorne, a spirited botanist with a passion for unraveling the town's rich tapestry of folklore. When Emily stumbles upon cryptic clues hinting at the presence of supernatural beings lurking in the shadows, her insatiable curiosity is piqued. Determined to uncover the truth, Emily enlists the help of her childhood friend, Liam Grayson, and the enigmatic Isabella Cruz, owner of the town's occult bookstore. As Emily delves deeper into the town's dark past, she discovers a sinister plot brewing beneath the surface. Gabriel Blackwood, the charismatic CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, has set his sights on Silverwood Falls, intent on exploiting its supernatural heritage for his own gain. With the help of his ruthless enforcer, Marcus Reed, Gabriel will stop at nothing to bend the werewolves to his will and harness their powers for profit. Caught in the crossfire of greed and preservation, Emily finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse. With the help of Detective James Miller, a skeptical but open-minded investigator, Emily races against time to protect the werewolves and uncover the truth behind Silverwood Falls' hidden secrets. But as tensions escalate and betrayals abound, Emily soon realizes that not everyone is who they seem. With enemies lurking around every corner and the full moon looming overhead, Emily must summon all of her courage and cunning to survive the whispers of the moon's spell and emerge victorious in the battle for Silverwood Falls' soul.

Consunji #1 "Why... Why are you doing this to me, Xavier?" "Why do you hate me so much too, Zaria? Why do I have to resort into kidnapping you just so you could give me all the attention that I want from you?" *** Zaria Ismene Valderama doesn't like to associate herself with men eversince she caught her own father cheating on her Mom. She avoided them like a plague, not wanting to have any issues with them especially that she's a rising model in the Philippines. Ngunit paano niya magagawang iwasan ang isang taong parang buntot niya kung makasunod sa kaniya? Xavier Consunji is literally around the corner if she's around too. Ilang beses na nitong sinabing gusto siya nito, but she doesn't like to entertain him knowing that the Consunji cousins have a reputation with girls. They're playboys. Ang mga lalaking dapat iwasan ni Zaria. But Xavier have gone madly jealous. He lost patience when she was paired up to another male model, and it resulted into kidnapping Zaria to be able to own her completely. He even threatened her into marrying him, or she will lose her career and worst, she won't be seeing her mother anymore. What will happen to their relationship that started in the wrong way? Will it be a smooth sail? Or it would be a bumpy ride for the two of them? How will they be able to hold on their marriage once she found out the truth about what was supposed to be buried a long time ago? Will their love prevail? Or it will drown them instead?

How could I be married for almost three years and knew nothing about it?  I had wanted to confront him and call him an asshole for marrying someone who didn't even know he existed. But here I was, under him; engulfed by his lips and moaning uncontrollably. But could you blame me? He was hot as hell and knew way too much about pleasuring a woman. “What do you want?” I heard him ask with a deep baritone voice. It was so sexy my mind went blank for a second… “Do it. Fuck me! Please… I need you to suck my tits!” I didn't care about my dignity anymore, I just needed him so badly. “Very well” he said and that was it.  It was him. The one my body has been waiting for… my husband. *** Under a three year marriage contract, Aurelia Thompson was married without her knowledge to Alfred Vicker, a heartless business tycoon and sexy hunk. After a mix up that led to the couple having sex and Alfred disvirgining her, their lives were turned upside down in the mix of lust and sinful intoxicating romance. Their differences were great and conflict arising from every corner but despite that, their bodies still called out for each other. How long will they be able to resist it? Join the ride of this dark romance where the line between love, lust and obsession are non-existent, only two people with palpable sexual tension mixed with hate… or was it love?

Eight years into our bond, I spotted a child at the kindergarten who looked uncannily like Malcolm—my mate. Malcolm had told me he was away on a business trip. However then he was holding that child in his arms, gently coaxing him. "Be good, sweetheart. In a few days, I'll bring you and your mom home. You're my only child. I'll never abandon you." The child smiled, content and trusting. I stood hidden around the corner, unable to breathe from the pain gripping my chest. Eight years ago, I had taken a silver blade to the stomach to save Malcolm. I lost my wolf that day—and with it, the ability to ever carry a pup. Back then, Malcolm had sat beside my hospital bed and made a promise: "You are the only mate I will ever choose. Whether or not we have a pup doesn't change that." However, what I saw now felt like a brutal slap—a reality too sharp to ignore. What value would Luna have if she'd lost her wolf and could no longer bear heirs? How could I possibly compare to someone who could give him a child, and the pack, a future? Choking back the pain swelling in my chest, I picked up the phone and called my father. "Dad… would you still want a daughter who's lost her wolf?" His voice came through, steady and sure. "Of course. No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you."