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A white wolf was a special breed. A witch was respected but also not very common. So imagine the surprise when one girl holds both in one body. Rumors and myths were made about her but no one knew for certain if she existed. Stories claimed that her mother, Rose Taylor, who was a witch was mated to an Alpha werewolf where they had four children. Three of which didn't bear the gift of witchcraft, but their daughter did. The family denied all allegations and nobody was the wiser. But what if I told you she did exist? That her name was Emerald Taylor, she was nineteen years old, and she was deprived of seeing her wolf and being in fresh air for nine years. Her parents died trying to keep her safe one night and her brothers never forgiving her for it, so their revenge? Locked her away like Princess Fiona to never be seen or heard from again. Only to be viewed when she received her daily beating from none other than her own brothers and being fed by the maid that has been serving her for years. The maid is the only person who truly understood her and cared for her. When enough was enough and she finally escaped to only become a rogue who could be sensed entering any territory. What's a witch/white wolf to do? To be concealed of course.

Book Two of: My Mafia Princess “Breathe... Breathe Cassandra... Breathe...” She was about to give the best show of her life… But never did I imagine I was going to become the star of it. From the moment that our breaths mingled and our skins melted. She became the only reason that I breathed. MY ONLY DESIRE TO LIVE. Living a life ruled by my father and the ever-burning demands of his mafia empire; if ever I was going to defy it all, then it was going to be for her. And that was exactly what I did. I was determined to watch it all crash down and burn. Start a war. ALL FOR HER. Except I never imagined the secrets that I would uncover. The truths revealed and the lies that would be untold. A life perfectly orchestrated by the hands of the ones that I thought I could trust. So I had a choice… I could lay my soul bare and let her slice me open… LOSE IT ALL. Or play it safe and obey the code by which we lived… Was it ever a question? Ever a decision that needed to be made? She was my blind desire. AND SHE WAS ABOUT TO TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE.

(Each second chapter will be from a different character's point of view) Imagine meeting a different version of yourself. In one world you are a billionaire physicist. Then an underboss of the Italian mafia, in another a young junkie. The fourth version of yourself is the prince of Jordan. Being at the same place at the exact same time pulls you from your observable universe and throws you into a parallel one where you never existed. Read the exciting journey when this happens to Taylen Nova. Will you be able to live with yourself?

Ayo who is of beta blood has her family slaughtered, is taken prisoner by the Alpha of the full moon pack and made a slave, and Omega. The lowest of the lows in the pack. She works hard to get posted in the Alpha house just for one reason. Revenge. It's all that she can think about. All that she knows. She works on a plan to kill the Alpha without exposing her deep dark secret, or she would definitely be killed. Alpha Cross, the self proclaimed Alpha King of the Werewolves. A power hungry and crazy ruler who wants to be the sole Alpha of all dimensions. Wanting to be more powerful and ruthless than his father before him. He is cursed by a bleeding mother whom he had just killed her child, to become rabid and lose control of his wolf underneath the full moon, a time when werewolves are at their strongest. In his first episode, he kills his Luna by accident and is from then on termed "The Alpha Who Killed His Mate". A wolf only gets one mate, right? Imagine his shock and surprise when he runs into a lowly slave girl who despises him and utters the word "MATE". And she is the only way to break his curse.

The beastfolk are a powerful race, and to strengthen our family's power, Father arranges marriages for both me and my stepsister, Arya Hearthguard. In our past lives, Arya entered a high-profile marriage into the wealthy, powerful dragon clan, while I was forced to wed into the crumbling lion clan. The clan leader of the dragons—Draken Vorgath—was cold and detached. He cared more for gold than his bride, leaving Arya in a glided cage of loneliness. Overwhelmed by the desolation, she seduced the future leader of the fox clan, who was flirtatious.. And when the scandal exploded, Draken resolutely divorced her. Arya's scandal brought shame upon our family. Despite Father's favoritism, he was compelled by family honor to exile her in disgrace. Clan leader of the lions and King of the Jungle—Kael Hawthorne—was a man of unwavering devotion. Our marriage blossomed, and within a year, I bore him a golden lion cub blessed with the Aetheric Divinity. With the Aetherborn, Kael rose to rule all beastfolk as the chieftain, and I became their most revered chieftess. Consumed by envy, Arya sneaked into my son's first birthday feast and strangled the golden lion cub in his cradle. Then, she set the place ablaze and burned me alive along with it. When I wake up, I am back on the very day of our marriage. This time, Arya volunteers to marry into the lions and leaves me the chance to marry into the dragons. I accept everything meekly with only a tenth of her dowry and marry Draken. Later, she bleeds her dowry dry, propping up the lion clan, only to fail in conceiving a cub. When the elders demand she mate with other males, regret drowns her. As for me, all I want in his new life is an heir and a quiet life among the dragons. But no one warns me about the dragons, least of all that my supposedly cold-hearted husband will relentlessly demand me once awakened. Or that his members came in pairs and ridges!

Imagine having two mates with the same face. Well, I don't have to imagine because I am currently living that life. Alpha Seven was perfect, until he was not. He was the love of my life, until he told me that he didn't give a damn about me after taking away my virginity. My life took a major turn just days after my coming-of-age ceremony. Unbeknownst to me, the heartbreak and betrayal from Seven were just the tip of the iceberg. Just when I was starting to rebuild my life, he showed up and begged me to come back to him. It wasn't long before I noticed that something was different about him. He wasn't my Seven!

The Falcon Ridge Series Book 4 Six months after the Luna Ceremony in Red Rock. Set in Black Rock. A pack of 4000 on the eastern border of Falcon Ridge. Bastian Cole: I'm the Alpha. I'm the man of this Alliance. My life is perfect. That was until a young, beautiful interior decorator entered my life. That's when the weird things start. While I'm trying to further my career with the best Blue Moon Ball in history, this girl is causing me to lose that focus. She may be talented and gorgeous, but there's something really strange about her. Something the Shifter world has never seen. She needs my protection from not only the Alliance, but now the Dragons want her. I'm not sure why, but I will die before I let any of them take my beautiful artist away from me. Samantha Gale: On the surface, I seem like your average girl. But, far from it. My life was never easy. My entire family was killed in a wolf attack when I was 5. My life took an awful turn. It started to get better when the Gales adopted me. For years, I felt normal. That was until I agreed to decorate the Alphas ballroom. He presence did something to me. Not only did it start a flame, but it woke a beast I had locked up for years. I can't let it out. If I do, people will die.

“ Why did you marry me? I mean, a lot of girls will give an arm or leg to be your bride, and you could easily choose, why me? Layla looked at Damian and asked. According to what she heard about him, she doesn't have the physical features of the type of girl he likes. She could not imagine being the wife of an arrogant billionaire who has little or no conscience at all. At Nineteen, Layla Jones already had her life planned out, all she wanted was to graduate and run her late father’s company. But it seems like destiny had a different plan for her when her most valuable possession is on the verge of collapsing and the only person who can save her is a ruthless billionaire, someone she tagged as a sworn enemy, Damian Wilson who asks to marry her in return. Discover the unexpected connection and complications that Layla faces when she reunites with her long-lost friend Justin, will she stay true to her heart or will she keep to her marital promises? Is it possible to balance marriage, love, and betrayal? Layla is stuck between two hearts and will she be able to make the right decision? Let's find out.

Imagine my shock when I found out that my husband, a professor who had proudly embraced a childless life for half of his years, had an affair with one of his own students. She even had his six-year-old son. The day I planned to report him to the university, Zia Thompson came to my door with the child and knelt in front of me. "Maybe you and Zeke were in love once," she said. "But he's over forty now. Who doesn't want to have a child? A legacy?" "I don't need a title," she went on. "I can give up the child too. I just beg you, don't tear our family apart." I looked at my husband, who stood protectively in front of them. I felt terrifyingly calm. "Cut ties with them," I said, my voice flat, "or prepare to be reported to the university. You choose." Without a moment's hesitation, he tore the report letter into shreds. I thought that was his answer. But on the fifty-second night of a bed grown cold and a home echoing with silence, he still hadn't returned. Instead, I received news that Zia was pregnant again. She had graduated by then. The report I never sent no longer posed any threat to them. Zeke didn't bother to hide his fatigue and irritation anymore. "Treat Zia and the kids well," he said, "or keep living alone in that empty house. It's your choice." My heart was already a wasteland. "I have one more option," I said. "I choose divorce."

While cleaning Desmond Maynard's house, I accidentally knocked over his mother's keepsake. He once told me it was his most precious possession. But when I picked it up, hundreds of love letters spilled out. There were beautiful poems, passionate lyrics, and heartfelt confessions. He had written one letter a week without stopping. On the back of each one wrote a line: To My Love, Bunny. The nickname rang a bell. It was his junior in college. Things started to make sense. I slaved away for 13 years, running his household and caring for his family, but Desmond never even said he liked me. That was because he already had someone he liked. I sorted the letters by date, put them back, and grabbed my phone to make a call. "Mom, I'm in for the marriage proposal."