Iron Rings

July 10, 0250 This will be the journal entry I will ever write, this journal will only one I own and it is going to be in hiding as well. Only the child of the zodiac sisters can read this and Stacy told me that the child of the fourth older within the zodiac signs is the only one, who understands Everwood. The Everwood on the island and put this journal with the other. So if you are the child of the fourth older zodiac sisters, I trust you with the journal of unfinished tales and the handbook that the darkness hunter gave me. So if anyone reading this, copy this letter down and give it to the darkness for me. To the folk reading this, .... ... -The eight child of the zodiac sister, Scorpio __________________________________________________________ This is book 1 of my main book serial, The curse of the iron rose. Read the story to find out what the curse of the iron rose is about. When the zoidac sisters are all dead killed by the darkness and their no light in the land. When the darkness take over with no guardian left in the land but for one under the darkness nose. After Stacy death, the sign and power off Scorpio is the first one to come back to Everwood. The new journal of the zodiac signs, have start once again. Read to found out what happen in the curse of the iron rose.

My childhood sweetheart and I are about to exchange rings at our wedding ceremony. Just then, a young woman charges into his arms and says pitifully, "Don't abandon me." My childhood sweetheart brought her home when he was in high school after chancing upon her by the roadside. Everyone knows how doting he is toward her. When she charges into his arms, she "accidentally" shoves me aside. I lose my balance and fall off the stage, knocking my head on the steps. I end up in a coma. When I wake up again, I'm taken back to the day my childhood sweetheart meets the young woman.

Eleanor worked herself to the bone—three jobs a day, even selling her mother’s only heirloom—all to pay off her boyfriend Luca’s debts. Then, on their third anniversary, she caught him shopping for rings… with her best friend. Turns out, Luca isn’t the struggling artist he pretended to be. He’s the only heir to the city’s most elusive billionaire. Heartbroken and reckless, Eleanor ends up in the arms of an older, devastatingly attractive stranger—a man whose powerful presence and faint resemblance to Luca pull her in like a dangerous dream. Only after she says yes to Luca’s proposal does she discover the truth: The stranger from that night is his father.

On my wedding day, my husband abandoned me to marry his childhood sweetheart, while I was tortured to death. *** Yeah. That was how my first life ended, pathetic. Wasn't it? I was the perfect fiancée: quiet, obedient, hopelessly in love with a man who never loved me back. For three years, I erased myself to become Adrian Whitmore's first love, Isabella Clarke, the woman he truly loved. I cooked for him, fought for him, and even gave up my father's company for him. And what did I get in return? Betrayal. Humiliation. Death. But heaven gave me another chance. I wake up three years earlier, at our engagement party. The same party where Adrian threw our rings into the pool and I—desperate and pathetic—dove in to retrieve them. Not this time. This time, I throw the rings back in his face. I expose his secrets, reclaim my father's empire, and walk away from the man who never deserved me. But Adrian isn't ready to let go. The obedient woman who worshipped him is gone, replaced by someone he can't control or predict. For the first time in his arrogant life, he wants what he can't have—me. Too bad I'm done being anyone's second choice. With a sweet billionaire offering genuine devotion and a dangerous mafia boss promising absolute protection, I finally have options. Meanwhile, Adrian watches helplessly as I become everything he never let me be. In my first life, I died for love. In my second life, everyone who hurt me will pay.

Blub. Ariella Valencia became Mrs. Thorne to save her family, not her heart. Damon Thorne, the man she married, doesn’t trade in affection. He trades in power, secrets, and control. Beneath the diamond rings and curated smiles lies a prison dressed in silk. When Damon’s estranged brother, Jace, resurfaces with proof that her marriage was built on a lies, Ariella’s illusion begins to shatter. With a mysterious informant feeding her truths and Damon watching her every move, she turns seduction into strategy and love into leverage. But Damon isn’t a man who can be played, and Ariella is done being owned. In a war of love, loyalty, and legacy, only one will walk free.

"Silvia Ironwolf, for your crime of murder, you will be forever banished from the Packs," Omega Rovit intoned. Another humiliation. To have my fate read out to me by the lowliest member of the Ironwolf Pack while all the others turned their backs. Rovit was loving it. He had worshipped Jedan. He leaned forward, his face close to mine, his spit landing on my face, "And if you ever return to the Wildlands," he finished, "You will be torn limb from limb, your remains fed to the vultures." If my hands had not been bound by the leather mitts, shackled together with silver, I would have ripped his sneering face from his skull and fed that to the vultures. My nails scraped against the soft leather interior of the mitts. My iron nails. The pack guardsmen blunted many tools before giving up on removing the iron from my fingertips. The iron was part of me now. They said that Jedan was barely recognizable when they found him. They said that the iron was a curse that had been bred out of the pack centuries ago. They said that it was my curse that killed Jedan, future Alpha of Firewolf. It was Jedan's inability to understand 'No' that killed him. Now I will be punished. Banished forever from my pack, from the Wildlands. From my love, Vuko. The brother of the man I have slain. * Four years later and the Wildlands packs face a grave threat to their existence. Vuko, the reluctant Alpha of Firewolf, believes they need Silvia if they have any chance of survival. *He* needs Silvia. Will Vuko find Silvia? Will Silvia forgive the packs for the injustice done to her? Is she truly cursed? Are Vuko and Silvia destined for each other?

Connor's missing first love was found. When he received the police call, he lost his composure and rushed out of the office, forgetting to grab his jacket from the chair. The business partners he was discussing a new collaboration with were stunned, all of them unconsciously looking at Anne. "It's fine, continue," Anne withdrew her gaze from following Connor, offering a poised smile as she smoothly took over his unfinished words. "Regarding the investment in the new project..." An hour later, Anne personally saw off the business partners. She returned to her office, picked up her phone, and saw that there were no messages from Connor. Anne called Connor. After a few rings, the call was answered, but it was a girl's voice on the other end.

After a horrible accident with her sister, Kim, Kailani's life at the Iron Claw pack changed forever. Subjected to isolation, abuse, and the theft of her wolf, Kailani loses all hope of knowing the love of her family. After escaping her former pack, Kailana finds a home within the Blood Rose pack. Three years later, when she thought she could start with new 18, she was forced to face the ghosts of her past and back to the Iron Claw Pack, her peace and security are threatened. Her fated mate is revealed to be one of her tormentors. Three years later, Terry finds that his mate is Kailani but not Kim. How could it be? The one he hates most is should be his lover and mate. Will Terry choose to love his chosen mate Kim or his fated mate Kailani?

She rules her world,she sets the pace. Pretty poison. Driven by revenge and the never quenched hunger for blood and vengeance. She's a one woman army, and the Mafia Bosslady. But will the iron lady ever bend?

My fiancé’s first love Chloe had returned. Rumor had it she’d been overseas, treating some rare disease. I hadn’t believed it—until the day she showed up at my engagement party. And I watched as the man I’d been hopelessly in love with since I was sixteen left our party with her. “Wait for me,” Nathan said, “She is fragile. I need to make sure she is well.” He ignored me, but accompanying her to everywhere. I threw away the rings, trashed the wedding gown. When I was pale and trembling from a heart failure later. Nathan finally showed up. “Don’t you dare die on me, Emily,” His hands were shaking. His voice cracked. “We still have a wedding.”