How This Should Have Ended

My name is Carmela Romano. My wedding to Enzo Moretti, the mafia boss, comes with a price tag of hundreds of millions. The extravagant affair leaves the world utterly astonished. Enzo declares his love with a sky full of fireworks and fills the venue with a million roses. The ten-carat ring on my finger gleams brilliantly, outshining everything around me. Everyone envies our love story. But one day, everything falls apart. After a brutal attack by a rival gang, I suffer a miscarriage. To my disbelief, Enzo is absent, preoccupied with a parent-teacher meeting for Luca Vitale—the son of his childhood sweetheart. After 66 unanswered calls, Enzo finally texts me. "I'm at Luca's parent-teacher meeting. Stop calling me!" "Luca grew up without a father. I'm only helping him this once. There's no reason to make a scene!" Blood seeps out beneath me, and the agony in my stomach is unbearable. I can only sink deeper into despair. The child I've waited for all these years is gone. The snow falls heavier with every passing moment. I close my eyes, yearning to escape this world with my baby. But miraculously, a patrolling officer discovers me, barely clinging to life. When I wake in the hospital, one thought burns in my mind. "I want a divorce. Enzo, I'm done with you."

Seven years ago, I signed a mate contract as Luna. For my mother’s dying wish and for the Pack’s stability, I personally pushed a man with nothing to his name onto the Alpha throne. I held the Pack together for him, expanded our businesses, and handled the filthy negotiations and the deals no one wanted to see in the light. Everyone said— I was calm, I was formidable, I was qualified. Just… not much like a “gentle mate.” Until that day. I stood in the bedroom and watched my Alpha husband lay his hand over my paralyzed stepsister’s slightly rounded belly. They told me it was for the greater good of the Pack. That child would be registered under my name. He would call me Mother. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I just waited for the seven-year term to hit its end and activated the trust clause my mother left behind. Accounts frozen. Capital withdrawn. The wolf empire I built with my own hands collapsed overnight. By the time he knelt in the ruins and finally understood what he’d lost— I had already taken back my mother’s last name, dissolved the mate bond, and stepped onto a new territory.

“Ngh... Stop touching me like that...” I found myself squeezed against a burly man during a trip. Being naturally sensitive, his touch was overwhelmingly stimulating. I could not help but tremble and pant beside him. However, I never expected that halfway through the journey, he would eagerly lift me onto his lap. “The seat’s so hard. Your butt must be sore. Let me give you a proper massage!” By the end of the trip, he had taken everything from me...

Grace Anderson is a striking young lady with a no-nonsense and inimical attitude. She barely smiles or laughs, the feeling of pure happiness has been rare to her. She has acquired so many scars and life has thought her a very valuable lesson about trust. Dean Ryan is a good looking young man with a sanguine personality. He always has a smile on his face and never fails to spread his cheerful spirit. On Grace's first day of college, the two meet in an unusual way when Dean almost runs her over with his car in front of an ice cream stand. Although the two are opposites, a friendship forms between them and as time passes by and they begin to learn a lot about each other, Grace finds herself indeed trusting him. Dean was in love with her. He loved everything about her. Every. Single. Flaw. He loved the way she always bit her lip. He loved the way his name rolled out of her mouth. He loved the way her hand fit in his like they were made for each other. He loved how much she loved ice cream. He loved how passionate she was about poetry. One could say he was obsessed. But love has to have a little bit of obsession to it, right? It wasn't all smiles and roses with both of them but the love they had for one another was reason enough to see past anything. But as every love story has a beginning, so it does an ending.

Is it LOVE? Really? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two brothers separated by fate, and now fate brought them back together. What will happen to them? How do they unlock the questions behind their separation? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In her third year of dating Jackson Hunter, the cool and proud Lumina Walker took out a secret loan of one million dollars to repay his debt. She even resorted to performing stripteases in a bar. Everything changed when she overheard a shocking conversation between him and his friends. "You're ruthless even to yourself! Just to get back at Lumina, you pretended to be a bartender for three years, tricked her into taking out a loan for you, and used her nude video as collateral. You even got her to strip at your bar! " "If she ever found out that you're the loan shark and own the bar she stripped at… She'd probably drop dead from anger right there and then!" another chimed in. Celia Price was Lumina's living nightmare, her tormentor for nine years since their middle school days—relentless bullying, harassment, and abuse. The painful twist? Celia was Jackson's secret love all along—for a decade, to be exact. Yet Lumina didn't cry, didn't fight back. So when her Uncle Howard called and ordered her to marry the mute oldest son of the powerful Morgan family from Crown City, she agreed without hesitation.

Machines of Iron and guns of alchemy rule the battlefields. While a world faces the consequences of a Steam empire. Molag Broner, is a soldier of Remas. A member of the fabled Legion, he and his brothers have long served loyal Legionnaires in battle with the Persian Empire. For 300 years, Remas and Persia have been locked in an Eternal War. But that is about to end. Unbeknown to Molag and his brothers. Dark forces intend to reignite a new war. Throwing Rome and her Legions, into a new conflict

เท่าไหร่..ถ้าคืนนี้ คุณจะไปกับฉัน ******************* "ถ้าบอกว่าติดใจล่ะ คุณจะรับเลี้ยงดูผมเป็นรายเดือนไหม" คนรูปหล่อตรงหน้าใช้สายตาที่เต็มไปด้วยความปรารถนาร้อนแรงมองเธอจนใบหน้าเห่อร้อนวูบวาบไปหมด แต่สาวมั่นกลับเชิดหน้าขึ้นเล็กน้อยปิดบังอาการประหม่า "เสียใจค่ะ ฉันไม่นิยมเลี้ยงเด็ก" "ถ้างั้นผมเลี้ยงคุณแทนก็ได้ มาอยู่กับผมไหม" ทั้งสายตาและน้ำเสียงของเขาทำเอาหัวใจดวงน้อยเต้นกระหน่ำ ภาพความวาบหวามระหว่างเธอกับเขาฉายชัดเข้ามาในสมองเป็นฉากๆ บ้าจริง แค่มีอะไรกับเขาเพียงคืนเดียว ผู้ชายบ้าๆ นี่กลับมีอิทธิพลต่อความรู้สึกของเธอขนาดนี้เชียวหรือ "ฉันไม่ใช่เด็กโฮสต์แบบคุณนะ จะรับเลี้ยงฉันในฐานะอะไร" "ก็เมียไงครับ เมียของผม" คำโปรย : เท่าไหร่..ถ้าคืนนี้ คุณจะไปกับฉัน..

“You were never supposed to exist.” Those are the last words Aeris hears before he’s dragged into the forbidden forest to die. Born scentless and wolfless, beaten by his own pack, and blamed for every misfortune, Aeris has spent his life as a cursed shadow. Until one deadly night forces him into the woods… and into the arms of the most feared Alpha alive. Killian of the Seven Territories is a monster whispered about in every pack,merciless, unmatched, untouchable. But the moment he lays eyes on the broken boy bleeding in his forest… something ancient awakens. A bond. A spark. A mate-pull that should be impossible. And when Killian touches Aeris, his wounds heal. But Aeris carries more than scars. He carries a prophecy. A prophecy older than wolves themselves,one that marks him as the omega who should not exist, the key to ending every shifter’s power forever. Hunters are already closing in, sent by the Council to kill him before he awakens. Killian should turn away. Reject him. Let him die. Instead, he bares his claws at the world and whispers: “Let them come. I protect what’s mine.” Now a ruthless Alpha and a shattered omega must survive assassins, ancient magic, and a destiny written in blood. Because something inside Aeris is stirring,something brighter, darker, and more powerful than any wolf. If it wakes… the entire shifter world will fall. And the only thing more dangerous than the prophecy is the way Killian looks at him like he’s worth saving.

When he kissed her on his stage he loved it. T him she was an angel and she felt right in his arms. Little did he know whose daughter he was messing with and before he did, it was too late for any saving. Now that he blames her for his misfortune, she must pay no what what the cost is and he will stop at nothing till she does. Worse now that they live under the same roof or rather yet, same room. Will his thirsty for revenge cloud his judgement or will love conquer everything?