Jordan Rings

"It's so frustrating that you are of werewolf blood but you can't be one ". Victoriana Jones is a17 years old girl who is the illegitimate daughter of west wood forest's Alpha Humphrey D.Jones. She is unable to show any signs of wolf transition because of which she is excluded from the west forest castle. She is deprived of her rights as a second heir of the Alpha. She secretly falls in love with Jordan Adams who is the son of her father Advisor but he is married to her step sister for some reason. But the whole west forest is hiding her the fact that her mother is a Vampire who is an enemy to the West forest pack. But before her 18th birthday , her secret is first witnessed by Marcus Anderson, the second son of Dragon forest pack and also the Vampire Hunter. He fights with Victoriana because she emits both Vampire and werewolf scents because of which he mistakes her as a Vampire . But later he finds she is his fated Luna . He witnesses her turning into the Vaewolf (hybrid) . What motive the west forest is hiding from Victoriana the fact that she is a hybrid child ? what will both Vampires and werewolves do if they learn about her first transition? for whom she would choose to fight? Will Marcus be able to protect her from the selfish motives and dangers from both parties as her Alpha ?

Before our wedding, my fiancée, Sarah Hargrave—a professor of medieval history—held a private ceremony in a secluded chapel in the countryside. But not with me. Under the glow of candlelight, she cradled Benjamin Wheeler—her first love, his face gaunt from the cancer consuming him—in her arms. Her smile was soft, almost reverent, as she murmured, "In the eyes of God, vows made before the altar are the only ones that matter. Even if the law says I belong to Daniel, my soul was never his." And so, to the faint echo of hymns and the scent of old incense, they drank from the same silver cup, exchanged rings, and stepped together into the dimly lit sacristy—their makeshift bridal chamber. I watched. Silent. Motionless. No outbursts, no demands for explanation. Just the quiet dialing of a clinic to undo the vasectomy I'd gotten for our future. From fifteen to thirty, I had loved Sarah for fifteen long years. But in all that time, there'd never been room for me. That space had always belonged to Benjamin, my stepbrother. So I let her go. Afterward, I joined a geological research team bound for the isolation of Antarctica—a land cut off from the world, quiet and clean. Before I left, I handed Sarah a divorce agreement…and a final gift to mark the end. I never anticipated that Sarah, who'd always met my devotion with frosty detachment, who'd never once glanced back as I walked away, would look ten years older overnight.

When my body is engulfed in flames, my firefighter father is watching a new movie with my sister. My mother is baking them a cake. I hear laughter in the living room, and I can smell the caramel popcorn in the kitchen. Today is my family's weekly family day—it's a day for my sister and parents to be with each other. The doorbell rings, and the perpetrator gives me a chance to ask for help. My limbs are bound, and stones fill my mouth. I stand at the door and desperately wait for my parents to open it. They don't get up. Instead, they sit on either side of my sister and hug her. "We promised you we'll only be with you on our family days. No one can disturb us." "What if it's Danica?" Ravenna Sutton, my sister, asks. "Her? She hasn't answered her phone in days—who knows where she's off being wild? I'll think of her as dead if she still doesn't return tomorrow!" Ravenna giggles. Mom feeds her some popcorn, and Dad discusses the movie's plot with her. The perpetrator drags me back upstairs and laughs mockingly in my ear. "Looks like I did something unnecessary. They genuinely don't care about you." Smoke permeates every corner upstairs, and the flames start to lick at my body. Mom and Dad protect Ravenna as they run downstairs. They have no idea their birth daughter is screaming in pain amid the blazing fire.

Three days before my wedding, I found out that Shane Dawson had changed the venue from Grandma Mae’s home in the South to Castillo de Sol, the Spanish castle that Tania Collins, his childhood sweetheart, adored. I confronted him, only to overhear him complaining to his friend, "Thank God Tania has taste. Otherwise, I’d be laughed at for life." His friend reminded him, "Didn’t you promise her you’d hold the ceremony at her grandmother’s house? Aren’t you afraid she’ll get angry and refuse to marry you?" Shane just laughed, sharp and dismissive. "The Quinns are on the verge of bankruptcy. Marrying me is her only way out. She can’t afford to gamble. I’ve already asked the planner to call her. She’s probably scrambling to change her flight right now." Anger and humiliation burned in my chest. I bit down on my lip and, in the end, turned away. Three days later, the castle wedding went on as scheduled, but I didn’t reschedule my flight. I didn’t show up. Instead, I stood in Grandma Mae’s old courtyard and exchanged rings with another man. To this day, Shane doesn’t understand. I never married him for some so-called escape route. I married him for a love that lasted ten years. However, once the dream was over, it was time for me to choose a different path.

As the quality control supervisor of an import company, I need to finish up the storage of the final batch of king crabs before the Independence Day festivities. Just after entering the subzero freezer, the door is immediately locked shut. The alarm system also fails. When I realize I'm starting to lose body heat, I immediately take out the hand warmers from the emergency kit. However, the moment I apply them, a chilling sensation makes me instantly realize something is wrong. I scream from the cold, and the walkie-talkie transmits the boisterous laughter of my fiance, Martin Clay. "We're live-streaming and challenging the company's 'Ice Queen' to be locked in the freezer. Let's see how long she lasts!" The flirty voice of his female colleague, Lilian Saunders, also comes through, "Sierra, smile for the folks in the live stream! The number one donor wants to see it!" I instantly understand that they're live-streaming a prank on me. Not only did they lock me in the freezer, but they've also replaced my life-saving hand warmers with cooling patches meant for fevers! I grit my teeth, trying hard to stay calm as I call out to them for help. "The spare… spare hand warmers… Give them to me!" My fiance's voice rings out from the walkie-talkie, sounding unconcerned, "Oops! Lily gets cold easily, and it's her time of the month. The spares are all being used to keep her belly warm! "You're so healthy that you can just jump around a little and you'll warm up! You might even get some tips from the number one donor!" I stop arguing with them. With frozen hands, I pull out the signal flare gun and aim it at the most valuable and mysterious cargo in the freezer—a tube of frozen sperm worth 200 million dollars.

Three days before my wedding, I find out that my fiancee, Ivy Carlton, has changed the wedding venue from my grandfather's home—that's located up in the south—to Jonah Jennings, her childhood friend's favorite castle in Staravia. When I'm about to confront her, I overhear her complaining to her friend, "Thank goodness Jon's a man with taste! Otherwise, everyone's going to make fun of me for the rest of my life!" Her friend asks, "Didn't you agree that you'd hold the wedding ceremony in Theo's grandpa's house? Aren't you worried that he might not marry you out of fury when he finds out?" Ivy chortles in response. "The Sterlings are on the verge of bankruptcy. Marrying me is Theo's only ticket out of poverty. He can't risk losing me at all. "I've already arranged for the wedding planner to call him and inform him about the change. He's most likely rushing to change his flight." Rage and resentment swell in my heart. I clench my fists tightly, but in the end, I turn on my heel and leave. Three days later, the wedding is held in the castle, just as Ivy has planned. I never changed my flight, nor did I show up at the castle. Instead, I choose to exchange rings with another woman in my grandpa's courtyard. Till now, Ivy still doesn't understand that I want to marry her because we've been dating for ten long years, not because I view her as a ticket out of poverty. But now that I've woken up from my dream woven of fantasies, it's time for me to make choice.

He kissed her over and over again, and she responded: she said yes. All female heat and need; so soft and curved against his muscle and hard planes. King kissed her like he owned her and she ached to just let him take her. Any way he wanted; as many times as she could take him. King shifted her again, held almost her whole weight on one massive forearm, freeing his other hand to move over her now. His fingers tightened on her cheek as he kissed her, the metal of his rings cool against her flushed skin, then he moved his hand down her body. She arched when he caressed her throat and stroked down slowly. **** Naomi Abbott had it all once: talent, success, momentum. Now she runs a nonprofit art program for autistic adults and counts her days sober instead of her sales. She’s smart, beautiful, and barely holding herself together. One year into recovery, Naomi knows the rules: no chaos, no temptation, and absolutely no romance. Especially not with him. Matt “King” Kingston is danger wrapped in muscle, a scowling ex-Marine with a garage, a shadowy side hustle, and a laser-focused obsession with Naomi. He wants her. All of her. And he’s never been good at walking away. But the closer he gets, the harder she resists... because letting King in means risking everything she’s fought to rebuild. As trust grows and walls crack, King becomes Naomi’s anchor. Until she spirals. When the past comes roaring back, Naomi must decide if she’s strong enough to survive it... and if King’s love can endure the wreckage.

Betrayed By One Now Wanted by Four Men! His Betrayal! On the dawn of her wedding day, Ember’s life is thrown upside down as she is falsely accused of being behind the death of the Alpha, but while in prison, she discovers that her mate, alongside her best friend, had planned all this out to get rid of her and her unborn child. Her Second Chance! Upon escaping as a way to protect her children, she is soon caught by her raging mate; on her knees. A shot rings out, causing her to let out a scream, clenching her tummy before missing a step and falling down the cliff. For the sake of her kids, she begs to be saved. Her prayers but in the form of her second-chance mates…The rumored, feared, and ruthless Lycan Kings of the south. Her Revenge! It almost seemed like it was her second chance to make the man that had caused her pain bleed…Seeing that the Grey brothers, her second chance mates, will set the world ablaze for a mere scratch on their mate, she soon becomes an unbeatable force…One whose mission was to ruin Bloodhound Pack…she wouldn’t heed straight on but rather start from the most minor factor and pull her strings. *** Two Lycan kings with a despicable past that would make anyone normal run far away and several maniac exes—the man who had attempted to kill her. A stranger appears from nowhere, claiming he was betrothed to her, and also holds the key to unlocking a part of her that was lost a long time ago. Vowing not to let the fates run her life, will she be able to make the right decision before it ruins other lives? Including hers?

At 7am on the dot my alarm rings on my nightstand. After a brief moment of irritation I sprung out of bed to get ready for school. While brushing my long curly ember hair my phone dings incessantly on the bathroom counter. After picking up the phone the dread I already felt in my heart was amplified. It was my best friend Jesse wishing me a happy birthday but I for the life of me couldn’t understand what an 18 year old girl had to be happy about. When a woman turns 18 she is mated for life, she’d be made to quit school, produce children and satisfy their mates every need and urge. That’s all a woman was good for in this town and I’d be damned if I was going to sit down and shut up about it. After ignoring Jesse I finished dressing and strolled down stairs where my mother and father were still having their morning meeting with their subordinates. Alfa John and Luna Kate or not, I’d doubt they’d even notice I was leaving if I hadn’t slammed the door on my way out. I wonder if they were disappointed by my lack of interest of the ways of the pack or if they were just disappointed I didn’t have a penis between my legs. Regardless, I have no intention on going to my mating ball tonight. My parents have invited every male in our pack but there’s no way I was going without a fight! As I lift my fingers from the door handle I come to an abrupt stop eye to eye with my fathers beta Josh. In a low growl all I hear is “You didn’t think you could actually leave did you?”

He makes you touch the sky when he’s between your legs, claiming your body with a passion that dismantles your defenses. He takes root in your chest, reaches the darkest corners of your mind — and it excites you. Maybe that’s what connected you two. He saw your worst side and loved you. You saw his worst and loved him back. DON, The Pitbull — as he became known for his brutal bites inside São Paulo’s fighting rings — arrived in the city while fleeing a barbaric crime, forced to rebuild his life in the shadows. Today, he is the “King of Tartarus,” ruler of an underground fight club sponsored by powerful businessmen and corrupt politicians. On a cold São Paulo night, his path collides with that of a reckless, drunken girl who runs him over on a deserted street. From that encounter, an uncontrollable obsession is born between them. Louise lives in a world opposite to Don’s. Wealthy, the daughter of influential figures, she once had a perfect life — until she discovered it was nothing but an illusion. It’s when the criminal steps in that she finds her emergency exit. Don is the shot of adrenaline she desperately craves. He is the drug that intoxicates her. The punishment she deserves. And Louise can’t resist. The attraction between them is forbidden, and little by little it awakens the darkest instincts within the criminal. It’s as if he can see a side of Louise that no one else can — a side she fights fiercely to keep hidden. Lou knows Don carries a disturbing past. That he is dangerous and violent. But what should make her afraid and push her away is also what excites her… and fuels a ravenous desire.