He Called Me His Girlfriend But Hasn't Asked Me

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.

In a family it is inevitable that someone will deviate in the footsteps of being an entrepreneur. Kalix is the only man in their Dela Vega clan to deviate from the footsteps of his family by being a businessman and he preferred his dream of becoming a medicine student from SMHU and because Kalix choice his dream, his parents pressure that he would have to maintain his highest grades as a dean's lister from his university. So he did everything just to keep his high grades until one day he met a woman studying from LSU, a woman who was naughty, talkative, slow when understanding and a noisy woman who would mess with his life.

"Touch me until I cum so hard that I forget my own name," I gasped, my lips brushing his, trembling beneath the weight of his stare. "You will forget more than that, wife," he rasped, gripping my throat with one hand and sliding the other down my body, "I will make you cum until you forget how to fight your feelings for me." * Elena Thrown into a marriage with the city’s most dangerous mafia king, I had one mission, to seduce him, overwhelm him and make him end it. So, I moaned louder, touched deeper, played the part of a woman consumed by lust, all in hopes he would be repulsed. But Dominic Moretti doesn’t fall for games. He plays them better. Colder, rougher and unrelenting. Every fake moan becomes real. Every forced kiss turns savage. And every time I think that I have the upper hand, he flips me over and makes me forget I ever wanted to get out of this marriage. He doesn’t believe in love. I don’t believe in staying. But when lust ignites war and pleasure starts to hurt in all the right ways, it’s no longer about breaking the marriage, it’s about surviving it. One of us will break. One of us will beg. But we will be both drenched in each other's lust before it’s all over.

He shattered her heart to avenge a past that wasn’t hers. Now he desires her in his bed—as his wife. Marceline Valino once believed in love. She gave her heart—and her innocence—to Cross Dejava, the boy who whispered promises in the dark, igniting dreams of a forever that felt so real. But by morning, her world was left in ruins. Private photos were leaked, her name dragged through the mud, and at the eye of the storm? Cross, smirking, cold, and ruthless. “You mean nothing to me,” he said, delivering a blow that would leave scars. “You’re just the bastard daughter of my father’s mistress.” His vengeance had never aimed at her heart; it was meant to punish the daughter for her mother’s sins—an ex-lover who had torn his family apart. Pregnant and abandoned, Marceline begged for mercy, but all she received was the echo of his silence. When she lost the child, she lost every last piece of the girl she used to be. Now, five years later, she’s preparing to return—broke, desperate, and willing to do anything to save her ailing mother. Anything… except this. Because the man extending a lifeline isn’t a savior. It’s Cross. And he has no desire for her heartfelt apologies; he craves her complete submission. A contract marriage awaits her. No love. No escape. No mercy. But Marceline isn’t the naive girl he once broke. She’s a woman who has risen from the ashes, ready to play his game. And as the pieces of their lives fall into place, she’s determining when—exactly—she will ignite a fire that could burn it all down. The future promises a reckoning, and she's preparing to seize it.

The first experiment in the world of retrieving memories after death succeeds, and my memories are going to be broadcast live all over the Internet. My dad has just learned about my death, but he only says in a disgusted tone, "Who would want to see the memories of someone who is selfish, mean, and has nothing commendable at all about them? Today is the wedding day of Zoe and Cameron. Pause the live broadcast and stop being so sickening!" Zoe is my stepsister, and Cameron is supposed to be my fiance. After that, my father finds out the truth from the live broadcast of my memories. He begs for my forgiveness tearfully but… I'm already dead.

Taylor is a fiesty little fireball who doesn't take shit from anyone. She tells it like it is, and she has no fear whatsoever. A total badass if you ask me. Besides her best friend Malia, she trusts no one.Her parents are unknown to her because she was abandoned as a baby on her aunts' doorstep. Her aunt is a bit secretive and closed off. She always avoids the topic about what happened to Taylors' parents. What happens when Alpha Cain steps in claiming that she belongs to him? What kind of secret will Taylor discover? Will she give in to the mate bond? Will she accept the fate that she truly belongs to him? Will she call him daddy??

Seis anos de casamento. Seis anos de noites ardentes, mas sem um pingo de carinho ou cumplicidade durante o dia. Sabrina Costa amava Afonso Barreto com toda a sua alma, aceitando tudo sem reclamar. No entanto, sua própria filha foi proibida de chamá-lo de pai, enquanto o filho de sua ex-namorada era tratado como um príncipe, sentado no colo de Afonso, aprendendo a dizer "papai". Para a poderosa família Barreto, a filha de Sabrina e Afonso era um segredo vergonhoso, enquanto o menino de outra mulher era celebrado como o herdeiro perfeito. Tudo chegou ao fim quando Sabrina e sua filha pagaram com a vida. Afonso assinou pessoalmente os papéis da cremação delas e, logo depois, levou o filho para a recepção de boas-vindas da ex-namorada, recém-chegada ao país. Foi nesse momento que Sabrina finalmente entendeu: o amor dela nunca seria suficiente para um homem tão frio e sem coração. Mas o destino lhe deu uma segunda chance. Ao renascer, Sabrina decidiu deixar para trás o casamento marcado por humilhação e frieza. Na vida passada, ela havia desistido dos estudos, sacrificando tudo para ser uma dona de casa perfeita. Nesta nova vida, Sabrina entregou sem hesitar o pedido de divórcio, levou sua filha para longe daquele inferno, recuperou sua carreira e voltou ao topo. Logo após sua partida, Afonso não levou a sério. Na primeira semana, ele achou que Sabrina estava apenas dramatizando. No primeiro mês, ele ignorou completamente, pensando que ela voltaria. Mas no dia em que ele a viu no topo de um evento de elite, rodeada pelos maiores investidores do país, ele percebeu que a Sabrina que ele conhecia havia desaparecido. Enquanto Sabrina estava focada em reconstruir sua vida e alcançar novos patamares profissionais, sua filha tinha outra missão: encontrar um novo pai para si mesma. Quando Afonso finalmente percebeu que Sabrina e sua filha realmente não precisavam mais dele, ele perdeu completamente a razão. O homem sempre frio, imponente e arrogante se ajoelhou em público.

He didn’t choose her then. He has to fight for her now. *** I married Alex Marwood because our families said it was right. He never chose me. Not once. One lie from my stepsister ruined everything. I signed the divorce papers with a secret in my belly. I left, learned how to breathe again, and built a quiet life with two little cute humans who call me “Mom.” Years later, fate walks through the lobby of my hotel in a tailored suit and the same storm-blue eyes my son wears. Alex stops. Looks at my twins. Looks at me. “I’m sorry,” he says. But where do I start? With the nights I cried alone? With the accident nobody will talk about? With the powerful people who would rather bury the truth than let me be happy? Alex wants a second chance. I want peace. But when old enemies start circling and “accidents” stop being accidents, I realize love isn’t just flowers and apologies. If he wants us back, he’ll have to fight for us.

"No, This is a mistake! A wolfless, overweight werewolf can't be my mate." His words hit me hard; Whispers erupted from the crowd, murmurs of disbelief and judgement that swirled me like a storm. But I won't let them see how much it hurts. I won't give him the satisfaction. I square my shoulders, forcing a smile that feels like it's going to crack my face. "Well, Bran, I guess the Moon Goddess has a sense of humour after all," I say, despite the pain running through me. "Too bad she didn't give you one." Everywhere is silent now, shocked by my words. Bran's eyes are turning red from anger. But I hold my ground, refusing to let him see how much I'm breaking inside. "Talia," he begins, but I cut him off before he can say more. He was going to reject me anyway. "Don't worry, Bran," I say, sarcastically. "I'm sure there's some loophole you can find to get out of this. After all, you can't have someone like me ruining your perfect reputation, right?" The tension in the air is suffocating, and I can see uncertainty in Bran's eyes. He wasn't me to fight back. And for a moment, I wonder if he's reconsidering, if the bond is pulling at him the same way it's pulling at me. But then he turns away, "This conversation is over, Talia. You should leave." Talia, a wolfless wolf in her pack has been a mocking object in her Pack just because she's fat, wolfless and eats like a glutton. Her situation turned worse when the Moon Goddess decided to give her Alpha Bran, their Pack 's Alpha as a mate. He rejected her on the spot. What would be Talia's fate after the rejection? Let's see.

Melannie couldn't remember the last time she felt something. While Ace remembers every sting and ache. Both of their chaotic worlds collide and through every moment they share, one starts to feel and the other starts to heal. The only thing standing in between is that it's a cycle of pain, and no one knows how to get out.