Ken The Man Idgaf

My eighteenth birthday wasn’t just a milestone; it was supposed to be my rescue. For twelve years, I’ve been the Crescent Pack’s shadow, an orphan with no siblings to lean on and no parents to shield me. I had survived on the hope that the Moon Goddess would finally give me a place to belong, a soul specifically chosen to keep me company. I waited for a spark. Instead, I got a wildfire that consumed me. Being mated to Kai was the ultimate prize for every Beta in the territory, a dream they whispered about in the training rings. But the Goddess has a twisted sense of humor. She granted a wish neither of us wanted, and before the bond could even settle, Kai tore it apart. The rejection didn't just break my heart, it shattered something deep in my marrow. The physical agony was a dull throb compared to the humiliation, the sneers of the pack, the laughter of the elite, and the sight of my destined partner looking at me with nothing but disgust. In their eyes, I was a broken girl who should have chosen death over the shame of being rejected. They think the story ends with me crawling into a corner to wither away. What they don't know is that the blood of the weak can hold the oldest secrets. Deep beneath the surface, runes more ancient than the Alpha’s lineage are beginning to glow, pulsing with a power strong enough to destroy the chaos they’ve sown. My power isn't just waking up, it’s starving. And this time, it’s demanding far more than a simple apology. It’s demanding a reckoning.

Princess Vionna of Aurenza was dead. She died in the estate of Theron Thornefell, Warden of the North—buried beneath snow and silence. The blizzard raged for seven days before it eased, uncovering her frostbitten body beneath the drifts. Even in death, she was curled around her swollen belly, one arm reaching toward the nearest gates. No one came. She and the unborn child were frozen to death. Left behind. As the cold took her, regret cut deep. She never should've loved him. Never should've bowed. Because of her, the child never saw the sky. If she had another life, she'd never look his way again.

My mate, Charalambos, was the heir to the Nightshade Pack. To take over as Alpha, he was sent to Noctis City, the capital city, for special training. When he left, my stepsister, Francesca, insisted on going with him. He refused at first, but she forced his hand, threatening a hunger strike until he gave in. Eventually, he allowed her to accompany him as his assistant. This went on for three years. Throughout those three years, our mate bond stayed strong. I never felt the slightest hint of betrayal. He constantly reassured me through our mind-link. "You're the only one for me." At some point, I started receiving photos anonymously. Francesca kissed him in the face, but he never refused. Once, Charalambos and I were on a video call in the dark, and I could hear Francesca’s breathless voice clearly while she whispered his name in the heat of it. Three years later, the day he returned to the pack, I saw her walking behind him. She had been with pup for five months, and there was a smug, victorious smile on her face. He looked at me apologetically. Guilt was written all over his face. "I'm sorry. I’ve only ever loved you. Once the pup comes, you can raise it." I was done. I had waited for three years. I made up my mind to reject him.

"I'm sorry," he looked at me. My smile fell, "Sorry for what..." A silver knife was plunged into my heart before I could understand what was happening. Ava believed she had found solace in Sage. Their marriage seemed affectionate, even loving. But on the night of their wedding anniversary, her world shattered when she was stabbed by her husband. She uncovered a devastating truth, Sage was having an affair with none other than her twin brother. In a shocking twist, she wakes up two years in the past, reborn. Armed with the painful memories of her betrayal and death, she refuses to be a pawn ever again. This time, she won’t be the prey. She will be the predator.

'The downfall of a queen is a fatal one' Munawarrah Osman Abdel-Jabar is a cold hearted Egyptian/ Nigerian woman born, and brought up in Nigeria, CEO of Aaima pharmaceuticals and Aaima construction company. She has done things to land her where she is and she isn't stopping. Her father had left her Nigerian mother, Aaima with pregnancy and ran away, she is among the top fifty most influential women in the world and considers herself incapable of love. Following series of events that leads to the shaky background of her company and threatens it's collapse. Munawarrah is forced to drop her pride and do things she hasn't done before but can even those help her so as to be able to hold onto it? MUNAWARRAH: Woman Of Vile isn't just a story about the strength of a woman, it depicts love, betrayal and sacrifice.

After the kidnapping incident, seventeen (17) year old “STILES,” lost his memories. The memory loss He had wasn't a sweet romantic dream, but an horrible nightmare. The torture he received from his kidnappers warped his brain and made him a psycho, a freak; a “MANIAC”. He was agitated by almost everyone and everything. He could hardly control his emotions. Stiles was like a volcano, ready to erupt at anytime. Just a little trigger, boom! he'll explode. Releasing tons of cusswords, striking out at anyone who loved him. He couldn't help it. His fleeting thoughts were tormentors, a torture He could hardly escape. He lived in hate and anger. He never wanted to be that way. Deep down his guts He simply wanted to be kind to everyone. He had a loving heart. He could still take the right choice, but his brain, was a tormentor. When ever it is triggered He loses self control. He is doing the actions, but deep his guts, He wanted it all to stop. but He just couldn't. As time went on. Poor old Stiles discovered he had telepathic and telekinetic abilities. Gradually he also regained his lost memories. He fully regained his “MEMORIES” the day he came face to face with the leader of his Kidnappers, the heartless punk who transformed poor old stiles into a “MANIAC.” Stiles wanted to take revenge on the Devil incarnate. But frustration hits Stiles when he discovers that the man who made his life a living hell was no other person but the father of his Girlfriend. “LOVER” So what is Stiles gonna do? Go ahead and his take revenge on his kidnapper, or just let the old dog lie.

Vixen is a fulfilled country side wolfless omega girl, who is happily married to the her mate, the alpha prince of their small pack, with 3 kids, or so she thought. Her world is crushed when she finds out that her husband was only using her, and that he is secretly married to her bestfriend. She is thrown out of her matrimonial home, and loses both of her children to the cold hands of death on the same day. Driven by hate, and in her pursuit for revenge she finds herself in a cindicate. There she meets Roman, her other mate, a heartless, broken hearted lycan king mafia underboss, who despises women. He falls madly in love with her, and helps establish her to the point where she returns for her revenge. Only problem is Roman doesn't want to share his mate with another. What is going happen when Vixen returns back to her ex, her mate?. Will her feelings be rekindled for him?. What would Roman do, when he finds that the woman he is obsessed with being close to her ex? Would he be able to control his emotions, or will his jealousy leads him into hurting the only thing that matters to him? Find out on DAMAGED BUT NOT BROKEN.

In the laws of Nirvana, only the strongest she-wolf was meant to be the pack's Luna. Being the pack's slave since she was twelve was never easy for Nadine that's why when she and the next Alpha realized they were mates, Nadine trained hard secretly to prepare herself for the selection night. Everything was going on well, but right before the Alpha was able to proclaim her as the new Luna, hunters attacked their pack and brought chaos in the night when she thought her fate would finally change. Alpha Luhence ordered her to escape after she got shot. With the help of her horse, Nadine wandered through the woods until she lost her strength. Alone and in the midst of life and death, Nadine met the last person anyone in Nirvana would like to come across with. Alpha Calgary scooped her from the ground and brought her home to a pack where everyone seemed to hate her so much except Calgary's daughter who was convinced that she's the mother the little girl had been waiting to return. Will her bond with Luhence be enough for her to keep herself from falling for the ruthless Alpha Calgary? Or she will end up risking her own life just to tame the broken Alpha of Claivan Pack?

There’s one rule in the Alpha’s house: do not touch the traitor’s daughter. Vanessa was supposed to die the night Alpha Alec took her father’s throne. Instead, loyal servants smuggled her into the palace under a false name, raising her in silence, training her for one purpose: kill the Alpha heir before he discovers who she is. But fate has its own plans. When Alec returns from war to claim his title, he barely notices the quiet maid scrubbing his floors—until the mate bond snaps into place. The pull is instant. Violent. Dangerous. Now Vanessa is torn between the revenge she was born for and the mate she never asked for. Alec swore never to be ruled by a woman again, especially not one with enemy blood. But her scent is wildfire, and the bond is unraveling his control. Choosing her could cost him his crown. Killing her might destroy his soul.

I was born broken. My Alpha mother was the one who branded me. She said emotion was a sin. A weakness. Especially for a werewolf. Especially for an Alpha’s heir. The day we were born, she clamped emotion-suppressing collars around our necks. Mine and my twin sister's. The slightest flicker of emotion, and the collar flashed red. My mother would then push the button, injecting me with a diluted "silver solution" to suppress my feelings. But my sister Cassia's collar? Always a calm, steady blue. Even when she shattered Mom's precious moonstone, it just pulsed gently. And me? I’d just whisper, "Mom, the thunder scares me," and my collar would erupt in a violent red. Then came the sting of silver poison burning through my blood.. I used to argue. But Mom always said the same thing. "The data doesn't lie. Pain is a teacher. This is for your own good." After thousands of these injections, I started to believe it, too. That I was born out of control. The night of the alliance's Moon Goddess Festival, Mom was taking my sister to the rooftop party. Something scared me during the day. The collar flashed red, and my mother started the punishment. But this time, the collar malfunctioned. It shot a dose a thousand times stronger into my neck. I collapsed on the carpet, begging, "Mother, the collar... it hurts so much... help me." My collar was flashing a frantic red. My mother just looked down at me, drenched in a cold sweat, and pressed the button for the maximum dose. "You'd lose control like this just for attention? You're a lost cause." She turned, took my sister, and slammed the door. I couldn't help but think, Mom must be right. The collar is red. It doesn't really hurt. I'm just being dramatic, looking for pity again. I'm sorry, Mom. In my next life, I'll be the perfect daughter you always wanted.