روايات وقصص ضمن Hum Kahan Ke Sachay Thay

During the ten years since I was found and brought to my biological family, Sonia Baxter, the girl who took my place, and I have been as close as real sisters. Even Mom says that Sonia cares more about me than a real sister would. I once swore I'd give my life to protect our special family of four. When Sonia is rushed into emergency surgery with a ruptured cerebral aneurysm, I am in my office, calmly practicing a basic suturing technique on a surgical simulator. On the screen, the robotic arm threads the needle with such precision that it looks like a work of art. A few minutes later, my boyfriend, Oliver Lyons, slams open the office door and shouts at me, "Amelia Baxter! Sonia's in critical condition. Only your micro-dissection skills can save her! Every expert in the hospital is waiting for you! We've got less than an hour before the window closes!" He looks at me with hopeful eyes. I'm the only person in the country capable of performing a surgery this complex. My hands are even known as the "Hands of God". However, I simply reply with a hum and continue fiddling with the model. Suddenly, my parents rush in. Mom grabs my arm and cries out, "Amelia! That's your sister in there! How could you just stand by and watch her die?" I gently pull away from her and hold my right hand out in front of them. This hand, which had once created countless medical miracles, is now trembling slightly. "Unfortunately, since yesterday, I've been showing symptoms of essential tremor. Dad, Mom… this hand is ruined."

Elara, a young woman believed to be a "lowly Omega," spent her life in the shadows of the Iron Claw Pack. She lived a secret romance with her Alpha boyfriend, Kaelen, believing his promises of a future together. However, the moment the Moon Goddess revealed them as fated mates, Kaelen’s true colors emerged. Seeking a mate with political power to help him conquer more lands, he rejected Elara with cold cruelty. To ensure her total submission, he branded her his "property" and ordered his bodyguards to beat her before imprisoning her as a sex slave. Driven by a desperate survival instinct and a strange, subconscious hum of power she does not yet understand, Elara escaped the Iron Claw fortress and fell into the freezing, jagged Black River, which swept her across the border. Silas, the Alpha of the North and a man carrying the savage, intense blood of the Lycans, found Elara’s broken body tangled in the roots of a willow tree. The " Mate" bond struck Silas with the force of a landslide. his Lycan instincts demand a level of protection and "clingy" devotion that is both terrifying and beautiful. He carried her to his private suite, refusing to let anyone near her, and began a slow, meticulous process of healing her . Elara is beginning to heal, slowly trading her fear for a tentative trust in the "velcro-like" Silas. She has just begun to experience the safety of his physical presence, finding comfort in the massive Alpha’s arms. Yet, secrets still linger beneath the surface. While the Iron Claw gathers its strength at the border, the Lycan King and his Mate have found a fragile peace in the quiet of the mountain—a peace that is about to be tested by the dark marks of the past.

He’s the Captain of the Austin Wolves. I’m just the guy who makes him lose his composure. Diego Alvarez is everything the sport of hockey demands: lethal, disciplined, and untouchable. As the captain of the Austin Wolves, he lives his life in the spotlight, fueled by the primal instincts of a wolf who refuses to be leashed. He plays hard, wins harder, and never looks back at the guys he leaves in his wake. I’m the opposite. I’m Kol Reyes—scholarship student, dance instructor to kids, and a guy who spends more time in the university library than on the ice. I’ve spent two years perfecting the art of being invisible to the Alvarezes, especially after Diego humiliated me back in high school. But then comes one night, one party, and one massive, blurry mistake. I wake up in the bed of my worst enemy, tangled in his sheets and gasping for air, with no memory of how I got there—only the lingering, electric hum of his touch against my skin. Now, Diego is everywhere. He’s stalking the library, "helping" with my Physics homework, and looking at me with a predatory intensity that makes my traitorous heart skip a beat. He says he wants to get to know the "real" me. He says he’s done with the games. But I know better. He’s an Alpha, and he’s playing a dangerous role. The problem? The chemistry between us is a frozen fire I can’t stop reaching for. I’m supposed to be guarding my heart against the man who once broke it, but every time Diego touches my cheek or pulls me into his orbit, the walls I built start to crumble.

In the quiet woods, under the stars, Elara and Kaelen share a special, intimate moment. It feels forbidden because everyone has always told them they shouldn’t be together but it also feels right. Elara was raised to fear the dark, and Kaelen is made of shadow itself. But in each other’s arms, they start to see the truth: light and shadow aren’t enemies they belong together. For 400 years, the land of Luminara has lived by that lie. A powerful group called the Order rules everyone, using fear to make people obey. No one asks why winters are getting longer, why food is getting harder to grow, or why the moon is slowly losing its light. Elara never thought she would change anything. She’s just a normal girl, and all she has left of her mother who disappeared years ago is an old brass locket. But one day, the locket starts to hum with strange power. Then a man made of dark mist and starlight steps out of the trees. His name is Kaelen. He is the guardian the Order has hunted for hundreds of years, calling him a monster. But he tells Elara the secret no one is allowed to say: Light can’t live without shadow. If you separate them, the whole world will die. Now Elara is on the run. Valerius, the cruel leader of the Order, is chasing her he wants to steal the locket’s power so he can rule forever. She is also followed by Morgrath, a twisted shadow who offers her something scary: total power, no more fear, no more running if she lets the darkness take over. And deep under the mountains, something very old and powerful is waking up. It could fix everything… or destroy it all.

Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting. Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line. It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.” Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away. He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements. He hadn’t even opened the attachments. Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow. His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only. A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her. She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here. But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance. But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought: She’s the one I’m going to ask. And hell help them both when she says yes.

Kael's lips were softer than she remembered and she felt a part of her she didn't know existed growl within her. That was her wolf. That bitch didn't make her presence known normally but chose to appear when Kael kissed her. And honestly, she was enjoying the kiss. She felt her legs grow weak and threaten to give away beneath her, so she held onto Kael's coat. It seemed to please him because he let out a satisfied hum and deepened the kiss. His hand weaved through her hair making her let out a moan. Soon her hands were around his neck and one was weaving this his hair. His lips were so soft. She felt like she was in heaven. She didn't want the kiss to stop. Not long after she came to that conclusion, Kael pulled out leaving a trail of saliva between their lips. She opened her eyes and was immediately sucked in by Kael's lust filled ones. * * * Seren Han was just another broke student eating instant noodles and mocking bad romance webnovels online—until a ridiculous accident killed her mid-rant. When she wakes up, it’s inside the very story she was criticizing. Worse, she’s not the heroine destined for love, but Seren Nightwind, the villainess omega fated for rejection and disgrace at the Mate Ceremony. And then comes the System. Quests. Penalties. Ridiculous missions like “Laugh at the heroine” and “Seduce the Alpha.” Every command pushes her closer to ruin, but refusing carries consequences she can’t ignore. Trapped between the Moon Goddess’s script and the System’s threats, Seren has only one question: How do you survive when the story itself wants you to lose?

Alex is the next Alpha of Snow Mountain, but at thirty years old, he remains mateless. His parents advised him to wait as having your fated mate is more ideal. On his thirtieth birthday, a series of mysterious things began. Silver wolves appeared in their territory. They haven’t been seen in almost a century. A woman speaks to him through one of the wolves. She claims to be his mate and she needs him to rescue her. She spoke of mysterious things and she seemed to know about him and his family. He remained doubtful and his father warned him to be careful when he decided to go and check it out. At the ruins of a palace which used to be the territory of the last werewolf king, Alpha of the alphas, they found a beautiful woman. She was enchanting but he resisted. Luna finds his disbelief infuriating. She introduced herself as a descendant of the moon goddess and her knowledge of werewolves are innate to her. She knows of the past and of the future, of mysteries buried and forgotten. She couldn’t disclose everything at once, though. She has her limits. Her powers and abilities haven’t reached their full potential yet. She needs her mate as his mate needs her. He wasn’t pleased when she told him he won’t be Alpha of Snow Mountain, but became bewildered when she revealed he was meant to be the newest werewolf king, Alpha of all alphas. ******* Each book in the Snow Mountain Pack Series can be read as a stand-alone. If you'd rather not have any spoiler, the sequence is as follows: Book 1 - BHL Book 2 - FBH Book 3 - HUM Book 4 - MAHW Book 5 - AKMM Book 6 - TLLF Book 7 - RHR Book 8 - TFAQ Book 9 - TVLW

I brought Nolan Pierce home for dinner on holiday. Halfway through the meal, my sister suddenly suggested that Nolan and I adopt her son. Before I could refuse, Nolan gave a quiet hum of agreement. "Okay." He agreed, just like that. It caught me off guard because he had just told me he never wanted children just three days ago. It didn't matter how I begged and pleaded, as he still forced me to terminate my pregnancy. Now, he looked at my nephew and said, "He's my child. Of course, I should take responsibility." I stared at him, frozen in disbelief. I wondered how my nephew, Kayden, could possibly be Nolan's child. My sister had gotten pregnant by her broke ex-boyfriend and had run away before giving birth. When they saw the shock on my face, Nolan and my sister laughed at the same time. It was as if they were in on their own private joke, and perhaps they were. My sister shot me a scornful look. "How else do you think he could stand being with you? You were my replacement from the very beginning." Nolan wrapped an arm around my shoulders and spoke gently, as though he were comforting me. "Kayden is still related to you by blood, babe. Try to look on the bright side. You won't have to go through childbirth now." I felt my heart freeze right then and there. I had always known that Nolan had never forgotten about his first love. Yet, how could that same person be my sister? The same sister who bullied me since childhood and almost got me killed? My voice shook so badly I could barely force the words out. "Nolan, I want a divorce."

In the fifth year after my death, Oliver Rypien, leader of the huge smuggling ring that has a notorious reputation domestically and internationally, finally gets arrested by the police. At the public trial court, Oliver can be seen wearing an inmate uniform, though his murderous look is etched on his scarred face. He even has the guts to hum a whimsical tune tauntingly, completely unrepentant. After hearing the prosecutor accusing him of killing 129 victims, Oliver suddenly snorts in laughter. "You're wrong. You're missing one more victim. The police officer named Victor Patton who came from the Customs Enforcement Unit? Yeah, he died at my hands as well." Everyone gasps in shock. A reporter is quick to rebuke Oliver. "Hang on, Victor is a mole working for your organization! After a bounty on him was posted, he had nowhere to run to, so he embezzled over hundreds of millions of dollars' worth of national assets before fleeing overseas! Even now, he's still living his life scotfree abroad!" Oliver shook his head before letting out a cold chuckle. "Victor was a stubborn one. Even though I crippled him, he still managed to kill five of my men. How is it possible for him to be our mole? "After crippling him, I threw him into the concrete foundation of Joy Bridge. If you don't believe me, go ahead and dig through the foundation." Suddenly, Oliver lowers his tone. His smile becomes more malicious. "Speaking of which, we did have a mole who worked with us to kill ten police officers. But now, he's successfully washed his hands off his crimes and became a certain someone's husband. "Why don't you take a guess as to who that brainless, idiotic woman is?" Three minutes later, my ex-wife, Gabriella Campbell, also known as the Chief Commissioner of Police in Gakoli, receives a phone call from the court outside the office of a well-known OBGYN department. "Chief Campbell, please come to the court immediately. The defendant has something crucial to tell you in person."

Today is the death anniversary of Jordan Willis, the Alpha of the Moonshadow Pack. He's also known as my dead mate. My name is Sasha Calhoun, a she-wolf who descends from a family with a weakened bloodline. I'm also the current Luna of the Moonshadow Pack. In a world where the bloodline purity determines the status quo of werewolf society, I seem to exist solely to enter a marriage alliance with Jordan, the Alpha who comes from the most elite family with a pureblooded heritage. This is a political trade meant to strengthen Jordan's position in his family as well as reassure the Elder Council. A year ago, Alpha Jordan sacrificed himself in a blazing inferno while on a mission. I become the most pitied she-wolf in the pack who has to keep the only light on in my empty home. At the same time, I need to protect the only flicker of hope in this pack. As I carry a bouquet of white lilies, which were Alpha Jordan's favorite flowers when he was still alive, I approach his grave. The pup in my womb seems to have picked up on my emotions, for it kicks me gently. I can feel the hum of a powerful and pure-blooded lifeform from the movement. It's the lifeblood of a pup destined to become the future powerful Alpha. Even though I'm still carrying the pup, I still feel reassured and proud. But the next thing I know, I spot a wolf sinking down to one knee far away on the horizon. He appears to be proposing to my younger sister, Winnie Calhoun. Even though there's more than 300 feet between us, I can still smell the Alpha's familiar scent, which seizes me by my heart. After all, I had once immersed myself in that particular scent for countless days and nights in the past. That Alpha… is actually Alpha Jordan, who supposedly died one year ago! I instinctively clutch my belly, my palm caressing the newly-developed heartbeat of my unborn pup. Then, I call the pack guards.