Ill Intent

After fleeing an abusive ex, Holland Williams starts over at Smith Automotive and is warned to avoid its young owner, Remy Smith. One touch ignites impossible “sparks”; Remy, Alpha of the Sage Moon pack, recognizes her as his mate, but Holland rejects the werewolf truth—until her ex, Robbie, tracks her down and Remy is forced to shift to protect her. While Holland slowly trusts Remy and the pack (with Gamma Todd quietly building her safety net), Robbie sobers up, learns the town’s secret, and undergoes a brutal, forbidden ritual to become a “defective” wolf. Remy courts Holland carefully; she moves into the pack house just as Angel—Remy’s elegant ex—returns claiming to be his true mate. A staged misunderstanding drives Holland away, and Robbie kidnaps her. Angel manipulates Remy into thinking Holland ran; days later, shame and a witch’s locator spell (Mallory) send him on the hunt. In an abandoned house, Holland survives Robbie by stabbing him with dull silver; Remy arrives, kills Robbie, and must turn Holland to save her life. Against all expectations, she doesn’t become defective; healers can’t explain it. Remy marks her; they complete the mating ceremony and marry. Soon after, Holland is pregnant with their first pup. In the epilogue, Angel—revealed as the architect of the kidnapping—flees to raise an army of defective rogue wolves, vowing to destroy Sage Moon if she can’t claim it.

"What kind of love do you want from me?" Aarav asked Aarya. " I want you to love me till you can. I don't want you to say anything in pressure.I only want your love from your heart" Aarya said. Aarya is Medical student who is always focused on her studies. But when she fall in love his love drive her crazy. Aarav is an Engineering student who is interested in making his career in Singing. For others he is rude and angry guy. He is understood by very few people close to him. Will Aarav understand what love Truely means? To know more about them read mesmerising journey of Aarya and Aarav.

Walter Gray Arkinson is a simple guy who loves to perform. In his 18 years of existence, he never fell in love. He's scared to fall in love with anyone due to his traumatic experiences. His parents are both victims of arrange marriage, and his father constantly cheated. Until one day, he met Angelica Shane Gonzales. Ang mundo nyang tahimik naging sobrang makulay, pero paano kung magkaroon na naman sya nang napakadaming problema? They say that when you love, you must trust the one you love. But what if you trust too much and get broken? Will you still be able to trust again? kakayanin mo bang sabihin na "Sya Parin"? All Rights Reserved

What could be more devastating than watching your lover being shot by a masked man right before your very eyes in the dead of night? Everly isn't just confronted with a daunting reality that shatters her hope for a future with Edwin, but one that also sets her on a new path. In an unexpected turn of events, she relinquishes her dream of being a model and becomes a prosecutor driven by the desire to apprehend Edwin's murderer. However, fate intervenes, and every step she takes seems to lead her to her father, Hubbard. Will she find it in her heart to forgive him for taking away her only source of happiness, or will she ensure that he pays the full price for his actions?

What if you were held captive by your own family? Emma Rawlins has spent the last year a prisoner. The months following her mother's death dragged her father into a paranoid spiral of conspiracy theories and doomsday premonitions. Obsessing him, controlling him, they now whisper the end days are finally at hand. And he doesn’t intend to face them alone. Emma finds herself drugged and dragged to a secluded cabin, the last refuge from a society supposedly due to collapse. Their cabin a snowbound fortress, her every move controlled, but even that isn't enough to weather the end of the world. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing Everything she knows is out of reach, lost beyond a haze of white. There is no choice but to play her father's game while she plans her escape. But there is a force far colder than the freezing drifts. Ancient, ravenous, it knows no mercy. And it's already had a taste...

Ivy Thompson doesn’t believe in limits—especially when it comes to getting what she wants. And right now, she wants Damien Cross. Cold. Powerful. Completely unattainable. That’s what they say about him. But Ivy doesn’t take no for an answer. She’s spent years perfecting the art of control, bending situations—and people—to her will. Her job was supposed to be a stepping stone, but the moment she laid eyes on Damien, it became a challenge. Winning him over isn’t about love. It’s about possession. She’ll weave herself into his world, break down his walls, and make sure there’s no escape. Because Ivy doesn’t lose. And if she has to destroy everything in her path to claim him… so be it.

The world is cruel. The world is impartial. good people suffer. And the assholes cum. The people we believe in turn out to be the ones who will stab us in the back the next day. I learned all this in one night. One evening my life turned upside down, and I lost my family, my friends, the love of my life and my innocence. I lost my life. What gave meaning to my existence. But it's not big deal! And you know why?... Because I was able to be reborn. because I understood that all this time I was on the wrong side of the bank. That of good people, of those who strive to live by pronouncing good. And by condemning evil. But now.......I only have one goal. Have power. To be untouchable. And take revenge. And for that, I am ready to sacrifice my body and my soul. For that, I am ready to make a pact with the devil. A pact with Sladerkiss The most powerful and Machiavellian gangster in the state. my name is Suyakie and I am the rotten fruit of this unequal society. And I like it!

Les classes sociales sont une réalité. Toutefois l’amour est une force qui va au delà de tout ça. Qui brise toute les barrières. Cette histoire n’est rien d’autre que le résultat

In the Sinclair pack, I had always been different. Years ago, my grandfather saved the Elder’s life. To repay that debt, the Elder promised that one of his grandsons would become my mate. In my first life, on the night of the Blood Moon, he asked me, “Evelyn, who will you choose?” Blushing, I pointed to the brightest star of the tribe, Andrew Sinclair. But after our wedding, he kept me at a distance. I was confused—until one night, I opened the wrong door. Andrew was on one knee, clutching my cousin Clara’s portrait as if it were his lifeline. His body moved in a way that made my heart twist. My world collapsed. He had never loved me. His heart—his desire—had always belonged to her. Darkness swallowed me, body and soul. My husband lied to me and betrayed the oath we had sworn to the Moon Goddess. The cruel truth broke me, and sickness followed. I died with his child inside me—alone. But the moon gave me another chance. I woke again on that same night. The Elder smiled down at me. Four portraits lay before him. “Evelyn, tonight is your twenty-first rite. Who will you choose?” “You’ve always chased Andrew,” he said kindly. “It must be him—” “No!” The hall fell silent. “Grandfather… I don’t want Andrew.” In panic, I snatched a portrait. “I want him!” The boy on the page wore black. His skin was pale, his lips curved in a mad, crooked smile. William Sinclair. The sick wolf. The one everyone mocked. But I remembered how he had tried to help me find a good doctor. He was the only one who had cared about me when I was dying. And yes—this time, I chose him.

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.