I Fell In Love Again Last Night Novels & Stories

The werewolf world has changed. There was no longer mate because all she werewolf vanished. As a result, all werewolves were forced to mate with humans. Xavier was the king of werewolves. He wanted to fall in love and claim a mate who will be his queen. But he can't do that because his parents have already fixed his marriage with their friend's daughter, Luna.Luna is an only she werewolf in existence. She has lived her entire life in isolation to protect herself. Her parents have fixed her marriage with the werewolf king Xavier since only he can protect her.

Beatrice's dream was to take over her father's company and be the best CEO, then get married happily. But everything changed when her father proposed her a deal, it was one she couldn't turn down because her weakness was used against her. She was asked to get married to Brandon Emerson, the son of a popular billionaire. Everyone knew Brandon Emerson was a glorified playboy, he flirts a lot. She had no choice than to agree to be his wife. Beatrice came up with a plan to run away after securing the deal but as time goes on, instead of developing more hatred for the playboy because of the way he treats her, she found herself interested in his activities and wants to go to any length to change him.

Katie Megan Romero, a talented young theatre actress who fell in love with a talent producer. But what are they going to do if their relationship is being messed up with the bashers? Will they still fight or just leave each other behind?

I was attacked at the same time as my childhood friend, and when we finally woke up, he had lost his memory. I didn't have a single scratch, but my long-gone grandmother's spirit somehow ended up inside my body. "This wimp is still pretending he lost his memory just to trick my sweetheart. If I were still alive, I'd beat him so bad he wouldn't know which way was up!" I stared in shock, my mouth wide open. My grandmother's angry voice kept ringing in my head. "In Sonia's last life, she got killed because of that useless Fabian. She lived such an unhappy life because of him! "When her grandpa asks who she wants to marry this time, I hope she won't choose Fabian. She should pick Chandler instead. That boy is quite responsible!" A moment later, my grandfather and a few elders really did walk into my room. They laid out portraits of the four princes in front of me and told me to choose one as my future husband. I didn't hesitate at all. I picked my long-time rival, Chandler Clarke. If my grandmother said Fabian Clarke never loved me, then I didn't want him anymore.

After being rejected by her boyfriend and newly appointed alpha of her pack, Buffy becomes an exiled she-wolf for attacking her tribe’s new leader and goes back to her forsaken birthplace. Upon arriving there, Buffy soon learns that she is an descendant of the moon goddess , Luna and must return to her pack who have been enslaved by an evil demi god who seeks to kill Buffy in order to become the new moon goddess.

I shoot to my feet and practically scream, “She?!? They’re sending a woman?” I suddenly hear the sound of heels clicking on the floor, and turn to see a pair of eyes I never thought I’d be seeing again. “Yes, Tate, they sent a woman. I’ve been hired to save your sorry ass,” she calmly states with a look of disgust in her ocean blue eyes. **** What will happen when Ashton Tate, the scandal-ridden MVP second baseman, comes face-to-face with his ex-girlfriend, Elizabeth Mason, whom the team has hired to salvage his reputation and career? Sparks are sure to fly when the two of them are forced to spend every waking moment together, in an effort to revamp his bad-boy image. Unresolved grudges, past heartache, and malicious former flames and rivals block the path to redemption at every turn. Can Elizabeth help Ashton find his way back to the man he once was, or is this his last strikeout?

Victor Van Hellfrost is a powerful businessman and heir to a CEO in the automotive industry who likes to sleep with any woman he finds attractive at the time he wants and how he wants, but when he is brutally rejected by one of his maids, something in him shudders and that ends up releasing a very dark secret inside him, which he had almost completely forgotten. The powerful man keeps a mystery inside him and the same woman who rejected him ends up driving him crazy. The man who on moonlit nights is a wild beast and by day is a millionaire knight, finally ends up entangled in the nets of his past, and just when he finally felt really attracted to a woman, the lonely alpha finally meets his doom.

The day of the verdict, Simon—my fiancé—begged me to take the deal. "I know you're innocent, but Nancy's pregnant. I can't let her go to jail." Tears. Fake concern. "This is for your own good," he said, holding my hand. I signed it. In my last life, I refused—and paid for it with prison, torture, and infertility. This time? I played along. By morning, headlines screamed I'd stolen trade secrets. Nancy? Front and center. "Yeah, it was her. I saw her sneak into Johnston Group with my own eyes!" But when court opened that afternoon, Clark—yes, the plaintiff—stepped up and dropped the case. Then, in front of everyone, he pulled out a ring, dropped to one knee, and said, "Heidi Wynn, this time... will you marry me?"

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

I have had a crush on Yannick for ten years but was too scared to confess. Then, I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. So, I tied him up and took what I wanted—again and again. His eyes burned red as he struggled. "Yulia! If you’ve got the guts, untie me!" I thought that the second I let him go, he would strangle me in fury. But instead, he flipped the script—dominating me with a raw, almost punishing intensity, not stopping for a second. "Yulia, do I look like some weakling to you? So weak that you had to drug me?"