Jesus Ascension

In my past life, I was a rare treasure: the only she-wolf capable of bearing a pureblood werewolf heir. That singular gift made me a prize, claimed by Leon, the Alpha of the formidable Silvermoon Pack in North America. Leon's ambition burned with the desire for a child. A pureblood heir, he believed, would secure his ascension to President Alpha—the supreme leader of all North American Lycan packs. But fate, as it often does, twisted his expectations. After ten long months, I birthed a pup with gray fur and gray eyes which was different to the golden-marked purebloods. By all standards, a low-ranking wolf. Simultaneously, my sister Eve, wedded to the rival Seurin Pack, delivered a golden-furred, golden-eyed pureblood. Leon's dream of becoming President Alpha shattered in an instant. From that moment, he harbored a strong hatred for me and my pup. He forced wolfsbane down our throats and ended our lives with a silver blade in a cold merciless way. Only in my dying breath did the horrifying truth reveal itself: my own sister had stolen my gift—the ability to bear purebloods—using dark magic, claiming it as her own. Now, I am reborn. I find myself reliving the day Leon and Seurin arrived to propose marriage. Just as before, Leon chose my sister Eve without hesitation. I saw it in his eyes—he remembers everything. He, too, has been reborn. But this time, I possess the knowledge. Without me, he will never father a pup—not pureblood, not even half-blood. Not even a mutt.

*You want me to fuck you, i know you do* PRETEND YOU MINE. "I'm not your girl, Ethan." I snapped instantly. "You were during that kiss, Brynne." Eyes flickering, he read me, and then he inhaled. I was a damp mess between my legs, and I wondered if he could smell me. "You smell so good... and fucking sexy." Sweet Jesus! His thumb rubbed over my collarbone where his hand still rested on my neck. And I did absolutely nothing to stop him. I was enjoying the view too much. I'd tousled his hair from the mauling with my hands. He still looked gorgeous and probably did even when he crawled out of bed in the mornings. Bed. Was there a bed in our immediate future? It would take next to nothing on my part to get this man into bed. I didn't have to be a genius to know he wanted sex. The real question here was did I want it? "Ethan." I pushed against the wall of steel that was his body and got nowhere. "Why are you doing this? Why are you acting this way to me?" "Don't know. I can't stay away and I'm not acting. I tried to leave you alone but I can't do it." He feathered his other hand over my hair and down until it was resting on the other side of my neck. "I don't want to stay away from you." He rubbed slow erotic circles with his thumbs meeting at the middle of my throat. "You want me too, Brynne, I know you do."

“Yes, I am Dom. Your dom.” Did he say that last part or I imagined it? Letting out a shaky breath, I slid away from his lap. The front of my panties, scraped against his lap slowly as I slid from him and his light grey eyes darkened. I had no idea my pussy was so drenched that it left a mark on his pants. Jesus! Who is this man and what has he done to me? Soon I was seated beside him, his thighs pressing close to mine as we both drank. Electricity kept shooting tingles up my legs and I felt light-headed. He was silent and I suddenly felt nervous like I needed to speak to this deliciously fair man that sat brooding. Clearing my throat, I tapped his leg—unconsciously on the spot my pussy left—and he looked up, smirking at me. My mouth went dry immediately. “Is there something you want?” he asked. “Uh…No, I mean yes. Is this normal for you?” His handsome features morphed into a frown, “Having a girl leave a wet spot on my pants or taking wine in a bar?” I just discovered that my poor, useless, and filthy father who died a month ago left me a luxurious Cabin in Bakersfield. HOW!? Wish I insisted on that question. I shouldn’t have taken the plunge and moved into that house, but I am a broke, poor virgin and will soon be homeless, so I did. It might as well be the worst or best decision I have ever made because, in 12 hours, my life changed. COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER ON THE BOOK COVER!!!! contact the author for it to be removed if there is an issue

"What are they doing? Why have you brought me here? This can't be the heir's office, is it?" She questioned, tensed. "It is. If you want to get admitted, you have to do what they're doing." She said to her and Carly's eyes widened. "Holy Christ! I cover myself with the blood of Jesus! It's against my belief to commit such sin. I can't." She panicked, almost in tears. "Then forget about this school." The girl said and walked away. "No wait... Hey!" She called and made to rush to the door, but the girl already slammed the door on her face. She made to open it but stopped. She could feel the thousand eyes boring holes into her skin, so she slowly turned to see them all staring at her, but that wasn't her business. What bothered her the most was the guy's eyes which was lusting over her. He gestured her with a finger the moment their eyes locked. "Come and give me a blowjob newbie." Reed said huskily and Carly gulped down. "Wh-- what's that??" ***** Imagine being the sole heir to a prestigious institution like Silver Hill College, the most esteemed school in England, where both the affluent and talented students from all walks of life come to learn. Sounds impressive, right? But, unbeknownst to many, the school's heir, Reed Knight, has a peculiar way of doing things. His mantra? 'Get fuck by me, or forget your dreams of studying here.' What happens when Carly, a bright and ambitious student, decides to take a chance and apply to Silver Hill? Will she succumb to Reed's demands or stand her ground and risk losing her spot? And if she does become a student, will she become the target of Reed's obsession?

"His lips traced the curve of her neck, searing fire into her skin as his hands roamed, claiming every inch of her. Selene gasped, arching into him, her nails raking down his back. “Say it,” Ryker growled against her throat, his breath ragged, his body demanding. “Say you belong to me.” But she wasn’t just his. She was power itself. And tonight, she would show him exactly why." A strikingly beautiful and powerful Alpha, she was raised to lead her pack with strength and wisdom. But on the night of her ascension, she was shattered. Her fated mate—the one destined to stand beside her—rejected her. Publicly. Brutally. And in that moment, Selene broke. Or maybe… something awakened. As the humiliation settles like poison in her veins, Selene discovers a truth long buried—she is Moonborn, the child of an ancient prophecy. With power that eclipses even the strongest Alphas, she is meant to rule not just her pack, but all packs.. Then there’s him. Ryker—a rogue wolf with a past carved in blood. He steps into her territory like a storm, bringing with him danger, temptation, and secrets as deadly as her own. Their attraction is instant. Catastrophic. And though she fights it, Ryker is the one who stirs her deepest desires. But is he her salvation? Or her downfall? Betrayal lurks within her own pack. An enemy from the shadows seeks to claim her throne. The council of elders wants her power erased. And when Ryker’s true agenda is revealed, Selene is faced with the most devastating heartbreak of all. But she is no longer the broken Alpha. A story of rejection, seduction, and the rise of a ruler who will not be tamed. The Lunar Queen is coming. And she bows to no one.

Léa Morel, 28 ans, conceptrice-rédactrice dans une agence de communication parisienne, croit avoir bien cerné les hommes et leurs jeux… jusqu'au jour où son agence remporte un contrat colossal avec une start-up en pleine ascension, dirigée par le charismatique et indéchiffrable Gabriel Delaunay, 34 ans. Entre eux, la tension est immédiate : un mélange explosif de défi, d’irritation et d’attirance qu’ils tentent d’ignorer… sans succès. Quand Léa découvre que Gabriel a la réputation d’être imbattable dans l’art de charmer pour obtenir ce qu’il veut, elle décide de lui opposer une règle aussi simple que dangereuse : « Pas de séduction. Pas d’avances. Et surtout : interdiction de me faire craquer. » Gabriel accepte… mais retourne le défi : « Très bien. Mais si je gagne, je veux un vrai rendez-vous. » Ce qui devait n’être qu’un jeu devient un piège émotionnel dans lequel ils s’enfoncent tous les deux : entre rivalité, joutes verbales, vulnérabilités révélées malgré eux, et un passé qui resurgit. Sauf qu’il n’y aura pas de gagnant possible : On n’affronte pas le désir. On l’apprivoise.

Isang babaeng walang takot magmahal ngunit hindi pa kailanman tunay na umibig. Isang lalaking isinara na ang puso dahil sa pagkawala ng kanyang asawa. At isang batang naghihintay sa pagmamahal ng isang ina. Si Vanessa De Jesus ay isang masayahin, palabiro, at walang preno kung magsalita. Sa paghahanap ng trabaho, hindi niya inaasahang mapapasok siya sa kakaibang mundo ng mayamang negosyanteng si Vincent Curt Lee—isang malamig, istrikto, at halos walang pusong lalaki pagdating sa negosyo. Ang trabahong inaalok sa kanya? Magpanggap bilang si Chelsea Jimenez Lee, ang nawawalang asawa ni Vince at ina ng batang si Vincent. Sa mata ng publiko, buhay pa si Chelsea. Ngunit sa katotohanan, nababalot ng misteryo ang kanyang pagkamatay. Upang mapasaya ang anak na may sakit at nangungulila sa ina, pumayag si Vanessa na gampanan ang papel na hindi niya akalaing babago sa buhay niya. Sa loob ng mansyon, nagsimula ang isang kontratang puno ng mahigpit na patakaran—lalo na ang isang rule na tila pinakamahirap sundin: “Don’t you dare to fall in love with me.” Ngunit paano kung sa bawat pagtatalo, sa bawat banggaan ng personalidad, at sa bawat sandaling magkasama sila, unti-unting nabubuksan ang pusong matagal nang nakapinid? Habang lumalalim ang kanilang pagsasama, mabubunyag ang mga lihim sa likod ng aksidente ni Chelsea. Aksidente nga ba ito? O may mas malalim na dahilan sa likod ng pagkawala? Sa pagitan ng pagpapanggap at katotohanan, sa pagitan ng obligasyon at tunay na damdamin— maaari bang mahalin ng isang puso ang someone like you?

"Love doesn't protect the border," he said, rejecting her while she carried his secret heir. Five years later, she is the fake fiancée of his deadliest enemy... and she’s hiding a child with the Golden Eyes of a King. "I reject you, Elara Vance." Five years ago, Alpha Kael of Camelot chose power over love. Believing the lies of his corrupt Oracle and Elara’s own foster sister, he publicly banished his fated mate on his ascension day, leaving her with nothing but a broken heart—and a secret growing inside her. Now, Elara is a rogue herbalist living in the shadows, her life revolving around her five-year-old son, Leo. But Leo carries a deadly curse. To save him, Elara must venture into uncharted territory to steal a legendary Orchid from the most dangerous man on the continent: King Darius of the Lycans. She infiltrates the Palace, but the Ruthless King catches her red-handed. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't snap your neck right now," Darius growls. "Because," Elara gasps, "I'm the only one who can wake your guards up." Intrigued by her skills and cornered by the Council into a forced marriage, Darius offers Elara a devil’s bargain: The Orchid for her life. "Marry me for one year. Convince the world you are mine, and I will save your son." Elara accepts, dyeing her son’s hair black to hide his identity. But deception is fragile. When a Peace Summit brings her vengeful Ex to the palace, Elara’s secrets are one washed-out hair dye away from being revealed. With a Lycan King stealing her heart and an Alpha hunting her son, Elara must decide: Keep running, or unleash the wolf within.

« Mme Sterling, êtes-vous certaine de vouloir mettre fin à vingt ans de mariage... et renoncer à la garde de vos enfants ? » « Oui. Déposez les documents. J'en ai assez. » Ma voix était calme, sans tremblement, tandis que je frottais avec énergie une tache de graisse tenace sur le plan de travail en marbre. Vingt ans. Vingt ans à m'oublier, à me fondre dans les murs de cette maison. À gérer chaque détail domestique, à m'inquiéter pour chaque bulletin scolaire, à me tenir dans l'ombre d'Alexander, soutien silencieux et sans récrimination de son ascension inexorable au sein du consortium. Et lui ? Le voilà qui avait donné une interview, flanqué de sa jeune sœur adoptive, Chloe. Il avait osé déclarer sans même un battement de cil : « Tout ce que j'ai accompli, je le dois à elle. À ma chère petite sœur. » Même mes enfants me regardaient avec ce mépris froid, traitant de « banale » et de « vulgaire » la femme qui les avait mis au monde. Ils formaient un front uni, tous quatre, avec cette sœur adoptive omniprésente, cette tata Chloe, qui se comportait en maîtresse des lieux. J'ai signé les papiers du divorce. Je suis partie. Qu'ils forment, eux, leur famille parfaite. Mais par la suite… c'était leur tour de regretter…

Elias Moreau aurait dû être l’héritier légitime de Moreau Industries, l’une des entreprises les plus influentes du pays. Mais à cause de son handicap – il est sourd depuis la mort de son père– il a toujours été relégué aux marges de la société, considéré comme inapte à diriger. À la mort de son père, son demi-frère Adrien, rusé et impitoyable, s’empare du pouvoir et fait tout pour le maintenir à l’écart. Cantonné à un poste insignifiant dans les archives, Elias subit en silence les humiliations de son frère et des actionnaires, qui le méprisent ouvertement. Mais derrière son apparente passivité, il observe, analyse et attend le bon moment pour frapper. Lorsque Adrien pousse l’humiliation trop loin en le convoquant à une réunion pour se moquer de lui publiquement, Elias comprend qu’il est temps de changer les règles du jeu. Il n’a peut-être pas de voix, mais il possède une intelligence redoutable et une patience à toute épreuve. Avec l’aide inattendue d’alliés au sein de l’entreprise – et en exploitant les failles de son frère – Elias entame une ascension discrète mais implacable. Son objectif est clair : reprendre ce qui lui revient de droit et faire tomber Adrien de son piédestal. Dans un monde où le pouvoir se mesure en apparences et en manipulations, Elias prouve que le silence peut être l’arme la plus dangereuse.