Hazel Wood

"He drags me from wall to table to wall again, like he can’t decide which surface deserves this. Wood bites my spine, the table squeals. His hands are everywhere, rough, greedy, feral. He palms my throat, my jaw, my hips. He fists a hand in my hair and angles my mouth. The kiss is vicious. He grinds me open with it. 'Kneel,' he says. The command is a shove under the skin. My legs fold. It’s humiliating how fast I go and how much I love myself for it." He owns my mouth. My body. My fucking soul. But I never said he could have my heart. Eli’s been chained before and it damn near killed him. So when he’s caught running through Blackthorn pack lands by Ronan Vale, the savage Alpha of Blackthorn, he's horrified when the brute marks and claims him. But Ronan doesn’t just bite. He binds. With ropes, with rules, with a voice that makes Eli's knees go weak and a touch that turns resistance into hunger. The bond between them is feral. And Eli hates how much he wants it, how much he wants Ronan, even when he has him spread out and shaking, marked and owned, begging to be filled so he’ll stop feeling empty. Eli swore no one would ever own him again. Then came the Alpha whose bond feels like a brand and a promise all at once. He hates how much he wants it. Ronan’s voice. Ronan’s hands. Ronan’s brutal, worshipful need. This isn’t love, it’s obsession. And Eli is afraid that he's starting to like it.

RISE ABOVE THE ZODIACS SERIES | Dos - PISCES Free Phillian Zodiac is a frustrated painter and a full-time fisherman. Mula gabi hanggang madaling araw ay nasa gitna ito ng karagatan kasama ang mga tauhan para mangisda, at sa umaga naman ay tulog at nagtatago sa araw. In the afternoon, when the sky is red, he would go out of his room and sit on his veranda overlooking the mountains and the sea, and from there, he would start painting. He paints everything his eyes could see, and not a lot of people know this. Isang hapon, habang nasa veranda siya ng kaniyang silid at ipinipinta ang karagatan ay may nakita siyang palutang-lutang na kahoy sa dalampasigan. Using his binoculars, he learns that it isn't just a piece of wood but a raft with a person on it. An unconscious--probably almost dead person who might need some help. Naisip niyang baka isa iyon sa mga mangingisdang nagkaroon ng aksidente sa gitna ng karagatan. At dahil siya ang nakakita ay responsibilidad niyang tulungan ang taong iyon, lalo at nasa bahagi ito ng beach na pag-aari na ng pamilya niya. Nang marating niya ang baybayin ay saka niya napagtantong hindi mangingisda ang naroon, but a woman wearing a bridal gown. Nakadapa ito at nanginginig sa lamig. He saved her and brought her to his place. His female assistant nursed her, and when she woke up the next morning, she claimed to have no memory of the night before. Naisip niya na maaaring nagka-trauma ito kaya nalimot ang nangyari, pero anong gulat niya nang magkaharap sila sa unang pagkakataon ay bigla siya nitong pinagmumumura at binato ng kung anu-anong madampot nito. Odd, but she knows him, and she is furious at him. Bakit daw hindi siya sumipot sa kasal nila? Like, what the f*ck?

I was born to shine. But the fate had others plans for me. The moment my feet left the edge, the world fell silent. There was only wind. And peace. For one fragile heartbeat, I was free. Like a bird. Then something slammed into me from behind. Arms. Hard. Unforgiving. The impact hurled me sideways instead of down. Wood splintered. Something inside me cracked. Darkness rushed in and I welcomed it. … “Open. Your. Eyes.” The voice was quiet, slow, deliberate. It forced its way through bone and blood. An Alpha command. Pain detonated through me as air tore back into my lungs. My body convulsed against my will. I tried to sink back into the quiet—to finish what I had started. “You were NEVER given permission to die.” Power wrapped around the words like chains. My eyes snapped open. We were beyond the pack’s borders. The air felt colder. Wilder. Untouched by law or duty. For one second, I had belonged to nothing. And he had dragged me back. He loomed above me, fury carved into every sharp angle of his face. His breathing was controlled, his posture dominant - absolute. If anyone were watching from the cliffs, they would see an Alpha asserting ownership. His jaw tightened, irritated at being forced to deal with something that should have already been resolved. I had complicated his plans. “Drink.” His wrist pressed my mouth. The metallic scent hit first. I tried to clamp my lips shut. But Alpha commands do not ask. They take. My mouth opened against my will and his blood burned down my throat, spreading heat through my chest. A cruel gift. He would not even grant me the mercy of dying on my own terms. And I understood - even my death did not belong to me.

EXCERPT: Students were running for their lives, vampires were hunting down their preys, friends betrayed friends by leaving them behind and saving their own lives first and soon, they all spread across the streets, causing chaos and killing anyone that they came across. There was carnage everywhere and from where Amber and the others stood, horror filled their eyes and Amber knew just what was happening. It was like the story that Hazel had told her back at the bookshop. The Chosen One didn't make a sacrifice. She wanted revenge and these were the army she was after. The last war was not really the last after all. Now, the fate of mortality lies in her hand. She was the Chosen One, but she does not remember any of that, even though she has a feeling that she knew these people. *** This is a story of Amber Willow, a seventeen year old girl living in a small City called Cinder. Though, her life doesn't always go according to the way it should, she believed she was just as normal as the rest of the kid out there but what she didn't realize was that, she was the One sent to bring an end to the existence of the wild creatures and because of that, other covens wanted her dead. The day she remembers who she really is, is the day the war would continue from where she last ended it and this time, she would not make the same mistake she made the last time. Her revenge would begin and it would start from the ones who took away the people dear to her. One by one, she would haunt them down and put an end to their immortality. ---Kyra Blackburn

"I know your reputation quite well, Mr. Storm. You're cold, calculating, and a merciless man. Everyone fears you. Well, everyone except me." I tilt my head, intrigued at her answer. At the defiance brimming in the depths of her hazel eyes. "You're almost correct, Ms. Han. Everyone fears me, including you, even if you say otherwise." She bit down on her bottom lips, eyes trained on mine, but her fingers were shaking. I take a step forward. Then another. And another, until I have her backed up against a wall, her head shifted to the side, giving me a good view of her spotless, delicate neck. "W-what are you doing?" "Punishing you." "You're sick." "Wait till I'm done, mio cara. I'm sure that review will change for the worst." — Twenty-two-year-old Reneigh Han has been working for the Storm Enterprises since she got out of grad school. She cherishes her position, but when fate backs her into a corner and forces her to steal from the enterprises, she tries to take the secret to the grave. Elijah Storm is as ruthless as they come. A much feared Mafia Don and leader of the Storm Mafia. No one steals from him and goes scot free. When he finds out Reneigh's secret, he's determined to give her a second chance to prove her loyalty to him. Reneigh would be his for six months. A devious arrangement, yes, but Elijah Storm always gets what he wants. And he wants Reneigh. As his.

Elise Everton bore the hatred towards the man that destroyed her family and clan. She vowed to take revenge after she was adopted by her father's best friend, Alpha Kingston Gomez. She fell in love with the Alpha's son, Anderson and ended up as his girlfriend. The moon goddess also paired them as mates but what she didn't expect was his betrayal. She caught him in bed with his cousin and he brutally rejected her. Still filled with pain from the rejection, she got herself drunk and ended up in bed with three hot escorts. “ You are drunk, little girl,” one of them said, his deep voice pierced through her drunken state. “ I am drunk with the desire to make you all mine," Elise responded, her eyes twinkling with lust. He drew her close to himself, searching those piercing hazel eyes. “ Once you are ours, you can never escape. You will be ours for eternity.” “ Deal!" Little did Elise realise she just made a deal with the monstrous Alpha Prince and his brothers. What would happen when Elise realized she didn't only make a deal with them but they were also her second chance mate? Filled with rage and hatred, she decided to reject them. Alas, she was caught off guard when her rejection fell through. Still seething with anger, Elise was determined to get her revenge. What would be the fate of these enemies? Will cupid triumph over them or will the arrow of revenge eat them up?

A gasp escapes me as my back hits the wood, and hands grab mine, pinning them high above my head, forcing me to look straight into the face I’ve tried so hard to forget. Kai. His scent filled my senses, spicy and dangerous and so damn soothing. His gaze burned into my skin and the amount of fury in them almost made me shiver. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I snap. He leans in, voice low and venomous. “You like cuddling up in another man’s arms, Virelle?” “Excuse me?” I hissed. “Ric is my mate. I can do whatever the hell I want.” His jaw clenches as his nostrils flares. “You think he can please you?” I glare at him, ignoring the heat pooling low in my belly. “Yes, I do, because he’s my mate and I can do whatever I want, I don’t owe you anything.” “Bullshit,” he growls and before I could blink, his lips crash against mine…hard. His lips are rough and angry, his teeth grazing mine with his tongue forcing its way in, like he’s trying to claim what he threw away. My mind is screaming at me to shove him off, but my body is traitorous and trembling, and is already responding. I could feel Nyzarelle howling in delight, as I clutched to him for dear life. I'd never felt like this with Ric A moan slips from my mouth but is swallowed by his tongue as his hand grips my thigh, trailing up until I feel them on my folds. He massaged my folds roughly, before stuffing his hands into my panties and pooling a finger into me. My back aches as he finger fucks me angrily, not giving space to catch my breathe.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself supposedly transmigrated to some ancient era. Every morning, before light touched the sky, someone would yank me out of bed to haul trash, chop wood, and do whatever filthiest job needed doing. Somehow, I'd become the lowest-ranked servant in the entire estate. The estate lord's son would climb onto my back and ride me around the courtyard like some pet he was proud to show off. Anyone in the household could hit me, kick me, or shove me aside, and not a single soul would speak up. Five years passed like that, so awful that I almost lost my mind, as if I were living in hell. Then one day, a group of servants cornered me. They didn't bother hiding their intention. The moment I saw their faces, I knew I was in trouble. Fists flew, boots landed, and everything blurred. Just before I passed out, I heard them whispering, "We're going to kill him if we keep this up." "Come on. This place only looks like some old noble estate. It's not an actual one. If he dies here, we're the ones who'll get dragged to court!" "Relax. Ms. Shaw will handle it. The idiot pissed off her childhood sweetheart. Getting tricked into this place is exactly what he deserves." Fear swallowed everything, and the world went dark. When I woke again, the lady of the house had conveniently "returned from visiting her family." The lord threw a grand celebration with tables full of food, wine flowing, and musicians playing like nothing had happened. I carried dishes into the banquet hall and lifted my head. Her face was the same as my wife's, Melissa Shaw. I set the final dish down, stepped closer, and in a voice only she could hear, asked, "Ma'am… are you enjoying your little game?"

"You should be running away from me," he whispered against my neck, his deep voice wrapping around me like a black velvet. He was right. I should run— far, fast, and without looking back. But I couldn't. Or maybe didn't want to. Fisting his shirt tightly, I rasped out, "I hate you." A shiver ran down my spine as his lips curled into a devilish smirk, "No, you don't." He leaned in, our mouths a breath apart. "You just hate how badly you want me, Little Muse," he drawled, voice like a tempting sin. ----------- Everyone thought she was paranoid but Iliana Carlos knew the eyes following her everywhere were real. Draped in black, masked and silent, her stalker has trapped her in a deadly game of obsession. But for her, he is nothing more than the gruesome darkness but the deeper she's pulled into his shadows, the more she craved them. Maddox Velric Thorne spent fifteen years focused on one mission: find the daughter of his father’s murderer, kill her, and claim his rightful place as Alpha. But those hazel eyes and auburn hair has suddenly become his biggest distraction. What started as a casual infatuation has now turned into his darkest obsession. What will happen when fate will bind them in a twisted dance of fear and desire? How far would Maddox chase Iliana and for how long is she willing to run away?

"From today onwards, I will take every decision of your life. What you will eat, where will you go, when will you speak, what you will wear it will be all as I wish. And if you dare to defy me then till now it must have been crystal clear to you how far I can go to keep my words," his voice unsympathetic and cold, causing a shiver down her spine. Out of fear she was not even able to raise her head and kept her eyes casted down. He lifted her head up with his forefinger, underneath her chin and stared directly into her mesmerizing hazel eyes. "Understood?" Her throat was parched and her mouth was dry. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. The seam of her lips was cracked and pasted with each other and she couldn't find enough courage in herself to say anything using her tongue, so she just nodded and casted down her eyes again. He raised her chin more now with his forefinger and thumb, indicating her to look in his eyes and she did so. "Understood?" He asked again and raised both his eyebrows, warning her. "Yy....ye..ss" she croaked out. Her eyes were widened with fear and hands were fisting the bedsheet. Her cheeks were imprinted with red finger marks. "Good. Now take of your clothes and fulfill your duty" he ordered. She only pleaded him with her eyes. Clearly, she didn't want her wedding night to turn out like this.