Ill-willed

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...

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?

Élevée en esclave, battue, affamée, elle n'avait jamais eu de nom – du moins le croyait-elle. Nerveuse, craignant de commettre une erreur, elle se fraye un chemin avec appréhension à travers la foule dense rassemblée dans l'espoir de rencontrer le futur Roi Alpha. Elle était loin de se douter à quel point sa vie allait basculer en une seule soirée. Mais les traumatismes de son passé lui permettraient ils de devenir celle qu'elle était destinée à être ?

Cinta yang indah adalah cinta yang kejam. Bergerak dengan cara yang halus seperti desir dan membenci seperti orang gila. ~Love Killa~

ฉันเป็นแฟนเขา เราเป็นแฟนกัน แต่ทำไมล่ะ...ทำไมเขาไม่เคยแคร์ฉันเลย.... คำเตือน | พระเอกเรื่องนี้ธงแดงมาก มีการนอกกาย การใช้ความรุนแรงและการทำร้ายจิตใจกันของตัวละคร ดังนั้นนักอ่านทุกท่านโปรดใช้วิจารณญาณในการอ่านนะคะ

Rich privilege is real. I just got dumped after two months of dating. The reason is I'm not rich. My ex said, "Grace gives me everything I want. You're just an ordinary girl." Instead of crying ugly, I'll shine to the highest level until their necks hurt from looking down. However, my path up the level ladder wasn't as smooth as a child's romance. I must work hard under a boss who drives me crazy every day. He's too crazy. Even the blind date was my decision, he was the one who decided to be my partner.

Zia Scott is about to be married to her childhood sweetheart and boyfriend for 5 years, Edward Bartlett. But on the day of the wedding, she suddenly wakes up to realize she had turned into a 5-year-old girl. Meanwhile, Edward, thinking that she had run away from their wedding, is left devastated and deeply wounded. Will Zia be able to return back to her happy ending or will she forever be trapped inside a little girl's body? On the other hand, in the case of Gray Stewart, Zia's lesbian best friend, time was not enough to heal the pain of losing her girlfriend. Will she be able to move on and welcome another relationship or will she forever be stuck in the past? Join them in this romance tale as they venture the concept of love filled with faithfulness and heartbreaks. And together let's seek out the answers to our questions.

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

He's the Alpha the pack fears. She's the Beta-in-training who fears nothing. Xander Laven, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, is known for his strength and ruthlessness. His pack respects his power, but fear is their primary response. He attends the annual gathering expecting to secure a suitable mate to bear an heir, not to find himself drawn to a fiery she-wolf who challenges his every command. Chayse Vega, a Delta from the Amber Sky Pack, is a warrior at heart. Stubborn and independent, she'd rather train than attend frivolous gatherings. She certainly wasn't looking for a mate, especially not one as arrogant and controlling as the infamous Alpha Laven.Their first encounter is explosive, a clash of wills and personalities that sparks something neither expected. He's possessive and demanding; she's defiant and sharp-tongued. The mate bond is undeniable, but can two wolves so different navigate a connection forged in growls and witty retorts? When the feared Alpha meets the fearless Delta, their world is about to change forever.

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.