In From The Cold Review

Achilles Agathangelou is a well-known king from history. He was known to be the greatest yet cruel leader from 1500 B.C. He was an inborn genius in his era, who was known as an irrational psychopath Emperor. He was known to be the Greatest King, being able to unite Greece and other nations at a young age. He was known to be the king of Asia, Persia, and Babylon. He was feared and respected, as he was such a good war tactician and a great leader. Everyone admired his good leadership and unique techniques in handling different kinds of situations. But most people fear him, as you found out about his history. He was someone who made his way putting marks, with his name in history. Everyone, except Celezia Alcantara. A girl who was born in the future, and was never fond of history. For her, history is just a simple bedtime story that lullaby her to sleep, when discussions started. She always sleeps in class until their teacher was changed, and a mysterious teacher came so suddenly. He was able to attract every student's attention through his class discussions. Even Zia who loves sleeping at history classes... What makes it more mysterious is when Zia keeps on dreaming about the guy who wears clothing from those of the royalties, and the mysterious well who brought her in the time of Achilles... Could Zia's view about Achilles change, as she spends more time with the King? Would Achilles' way of ruling change, as time goes by having Zia at his side? What's the reason for having the well brought Zia inside Achilles' era? Would Zia's presence change Achilles' name? Or would history from the book stays as it was written from the book in the future?

Three years ago, to save his lover Vivian’s son, Alpha Alexander personally drained the life essence from our five-year-old daughter. I fought like a cornered animal to stop him, but Vivian’s rogue wolves broke my legs, carved away my Luna tattoo, and left me for dead in the pack’s Forbidden Zone. Three years later, the boy, Oliver, suffered a relapse of his Bloodline Decay. Only then did Alexander remember we ever existed. He cast a net far and wide, determined to drag my daughter and me back to serve as a living battery for Oliver. But this time, he was in for a bitter disappointment. Because my daughter, Mia, and I were already dead.

Masayahin at palakaibigan si Prudence Georgina Chapman, kabaligtaran ng tahimik at malamig na CEO na si Edison Charles Henderson. Nagkakilala sila sa isang pagtitipon kasama ang kani-kanilang mga kaibigan—agad na nagustuhan ni Prudence si Edison, ngunit nahirapan siyang mapasok ang mundo ng lalaking halos walang emosyon. Sa kabila ng distansya, unti-unting nabuo ang lihim na ugnayan nila—isang tagong relasyon na puno ng pagkahumaling at katahimikan. Nang magbunga ang kanilang pagtatagpo at nabuo ang isang anak, napilitan si Prudence na ilihim ang katotohanan upang protektahan ang bata at ang reputasyon ni Edison. Paglipas ng mga taon, muling nagtagpo ang kanilang landas. Haharapin ni Edison ang responsibilidad at damdaming matagal niyang itinanggi—at doon niya matutuklasan na ang pusong akala niya’y yelo, ay kayang lumambot dahil sa pag-ibig at pagiging ama.

My biased mother brought my sister, Irene Baxter, to help me with my child. But one day, I forgot to bring a contract to work. When I returned home, I saw two bodies entwined. To cover up their secret, my husband, Sam Hodgson, and Irene pushed me off the tenth floor. It was only after my death that I realized I had been nothing more than a tool for carrying on the family name. "It's better that she's dead. Now my sweet girl can be a mom without having to go through childbirth." "Sleeping with her was revolting; she was like a block of wood. Irene is so much better." Even Irene had regrets. "Still, we shouldn't have pushed her down. She was smashed beyond recognition—otherwise, we might’ve been able to sell her corpse for a pretty penny." When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day they pushed me off the building. This time, I wouldn't let any of them off the hook.

"Let me go!" She struggles, but it's useless. "Not happening, Princess. Someone wants to say hello.” "Did you really think you could run from me, sweetheart? Did you honestly believe you could embarrass me in front of everyone and just disappear?” He reaches out and traces his finger along her jaw. She tries to pull away, but the man holding her hair tightens his grip. "You look terrible, baby. All dirty and scratched up. That's what happens when spoiled princesses try to survive in the real world." "Go to hell!" "I'll get there eventually. But first, I have some good news for you…” ~~~~~~~~~~ Watch out for an intriguing blast of “Cloaked Scent From The Alpha”... A story full of real tensions and pleasures.. waiting to be unveiled on each page, from the world of fiction, into the world of reality of Princess Aria Stone!

Late at night, my husband came home with a young model. "So, you are the washed-up wife that Mr. Dawson keeps at home?" The girl looked at me with a mocking smile and said. Jay Dawson, my husband, reeking of alcohol, glanced between us with interest. He then hugged the young girl and led her into the bedroom. I sat alone on the living room couch, wrapped in a blanket, and listened to their shameless noises all night. I endured it for two years. Our agreement had finally ended this year, and so had my love for Ethan. I walked away. But Ethan chased after me like a madman.

After waking up from a car accident, I realize that I've lost some of my memories. My wife, Samantha Ross, embraces me immediately and says in a choked-up tone, "The doctor said that you've hurt your manhood in the accident. You… might not be able to perform in the bedroom anymore." My father-in-law, Edmund Ross, sighs heavily as well. He tells me that even if I can't get Samantha pregnant anymore, I will always be the only son-in-law who's married into the Ross family. Everyone compliments me on marrying into a wonderful family. After all, Samantha refuses to abandon me, and Edmund completely understands my situation. But I know for a fact that my kidneys aren't busted at all. Also, I already had a son with Samantha a long time ago. The thing is, where on earth is that child now?

When Selovia's soldiers seized me, I sent Leon ninety-nine letters, each one begging for rescue. He tore them apart. "I sent Aya back to her duchy after she struck Mira—but I gave her my finest escort. Selovia could not have touched her." A sharp breath. "I allowed Mira the ceremonial gown, nothing more. And now Aya makes a spectacle to win back my favor. It shames her." He paced once, restless. "Mira's brother died protecting me. He was my Captain of the Royal Guard. I swore to guard her in his place. Tell Aya this—no matter how she rages, I will not cast Mira aside. If she keeps making a spectacle, I will delay the wedding." Three days later, he rode into Valecrest with the marriage contract in hand, ready to wed me. That same hour, Selovia's envoys delivered an ornate gift box. Leon glanced at it and exhaled. "So the dowry is prepared. All this noise was Aya stirring unrest." The lid opened. Inside— My head. From the tower, mourning bells began to toll. Slow. Heavy. Final. The chapel doors parted. The officiant stepped out, robes dark, face set in solemn lines. "Her Grace, Aya Valecrest, Duchess of Valecrest, has been returned to us. The burial rites begin at once."

My company hosts an appreciation gala to thank long-time clients. I go to the company's cold storage to retrieve the batch of wine just flown in from overseas when a stream of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "That was close! She almost caught Daisy covered in red wine and looking all seductive. Good thing Tristan reacted fast and hid her in the freezer." "Can Scarlett just leave already? Look how cold Daisy and Tristan are. They are shivering. What if they catch a cold?" I pause mid-step, my gaze landing on the freezer behind me. Red wine is dripping out, and a piece of fabric is caught in the door. On it, I see the motif I personally sew onto my fiancé's clothes. Just then, the comments appear again. "Tristan plays it cool, claiming he is all about platonic love and staying chaste for Daisy. What a touching romance!" I smirked coldly. The platonic act is fake. The truth is he's cheating on me. Without a word, I turn around and toss the clothes they leave on the floor into the trash. Then, I lock the cold storage door and call the boss, who is in the middle of giving a speech. I exclaim over the phone, "A thief broke into the company! I locked them in the cold storage. Please bring some men and come over quickly!"

Marilyn is a young mute mermaid who was forcibly taken out of the sea. She stays in a pool alongside other mermaids where they are displayed for werewolves to buy for sexual pleasure. She is determined not to be a possession of any wolf. But then, her determination is shaken when she met him. Who is he? Balin, the cold-hearted Alpha of the Bold Bite Pack. He suddenly develops a soft spot for a mermaid at first sight, making him take her home. What happens when he realizes that the mermaid he took home is his mate? Why was he unable to recognize her as his mate? Will members of his pack let a sea creature become their Luna?