Kohaku Dr Stone

Kayla is s seventeen year old werewolf and a member of the Blood Stone Pack. She's living life in the fast lane. At the start of Senior year, she had love, friends, and a casual boyfriend. The Alpha's son laying claim on her. Life was all planned out. Until one fateful day, she never saw coming, when her scoundrel father admits that he is in tremendous debt. He arranges to sell her to a brothel. Disgraced, she finally gets her chance and runs away from the abusive household she has dreamed of escaping. She drives for hours until she reaches the farthest areas of the country, and She starts to build a new life. Enrolling in college, love is something she never thought she would find again. What happens when she is discovered and she is being hunted again. What happens when the truth is revealed that Damien is her Mate? Sparks will fly and Passions will rage. How will she find her freedom? Which Alpha will she choose?

I asked for a son, and you gave me a girl?!" his voice began to rise. Myra shuddered, tears soaking her face. She clenched her baby tight like her life depended on it, fighting the will to succumb to the intense pains she was feeling. "What exactly is your usefulness?" He roared, and his grip on the bed stand shattered the frame, causing Myra to drop harshly into the jagged floor, her baby weeping even louder. "You are here for only one thing. One thing! Bear me a son!" he strikes the stone wall, and it shatters like glass, the impact reverberating. "After that one night, I never touched you, did I?!" Sold to the cursed Alpha King, Myra must bear him a son in order to be free but when she doesn’t, The Alpha King decides to let his wrath fall on her but Myra escapes and runs away. In order to clear his curse, the Alpha king needs his Luna and his child but will Myra be willing to go back to him?

“I’m rejecting the bond, Ethan. Go mark the girl you actually want.” After five years of waiting, Aria Stone realized she was never the Alpha’s first choice. Standing at the Moon Council Hall, she shreds her mating contract and walks away from the Draven line, trading her heart for the cold precision of pack law and the intensity of the hockey rink. She thought she was free from the Draven shadow—until she’s trapped in a darkened vehicle with the one man even her ex-fiancé fears. Alpha Peter Draven. The ruthless ruler of the northern wastes and a titan on the ice. He’s a silver-eyed predator who doesn't play by the pack’s rules, and he’s been watching Aria from the sidelines for years. Now that she’s unclaimed, the hunt is on. In a world of fated mates, burning tension, and high-stakes betrayal, Aria must decide if she’s ready to submit to a real Alpha—one who won't just mark her, but claim her soul.

One night, I was a girl seeking vengeance in a velvet mask. He was the stranger who took me against a cold stone wall, his touch a silent, lethal promise. Now, he is Caspian Blackwood—the most feared architecture professor at Aethelgard. When my "perfect" boyfriend, Dominic Calloway, cheats on me and sabotages my degree, Caspian offers a lifeline with a razor-thin edge: Be his silent, nude model for thirty days. The rules are absolute. I must wear a silk mask and a weighted collar. I must never speak. I must hold the poses he demands until my muscles scream for mercy. In the lecture hall, he ignores me with arctic indifference. In the studio, his gaze is a physical weight, stripping me faster than his hands ever could. But as the charcoal scratches against the paper, I realize the "deal" isn't just for art. It’s for the soul I accidentally gave him in the dark. Will the deal destroy his career, or consume me first?

Savannah is accused of poisoning her own mate so she can take over the rule of White Stone Pack, she was summoned by the council to prove her innocence, but she never expected to come across with her second chance mate on the day of her hearing. Challenges of running a pack, raising her kid and her love to her lost mate, she only has left with one option, to reject him. Kevin is the powerful Alpha of Shadow Moon Pack, he was rejected once by her fated mate and since than has no intention of finding another mate, however, council does not approve it. The day he was expected to choose a mate, he found out Savannah is his fated mate, but rejection once again loomed over him, but this time he wasn’t willing to let go, but she doesn’t seem to understand and Kevin put the contract on the table, binding them in formal relation, but ditching the mate bond was easy? Finding the mate was enough to save their packs? They weren’t prepared for what was coming after their announcement as a mate.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Lucien growled as he pinned my wrist against the stone pillar. His breath was hot, and I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes. °•○♡♡~♡♡○•° A Queen betrayed A warrior sworn to protect her A mate obsessed with getting her back A kingdom on the edge of war Framed for a crime I didn’t commit, I was dragged in chains, tortured, and left to die by the very man who once held me like I was his only reason to live. Rescued by a mysterious warrior with ties to the old gods, I return, four years later, as the Moon Goddess’ heir and his worst nightmare. Holding a secret that could change everything, his twins. As war brews, the Moon Goddess herself watches from above and I must make a choice. The mate who broke me… Or the warrior who built me back up? One will fight for me. One will destroy everything to possess me. As rival lovers clash, ancient secrets unravel. The world must bow, because a Queen never forgets.

After three decades of fighting each other, the humans and the werewolves had signed a peace treaty in Alexandra's hometown. She was summoned by the Alpha to marry the playboy billionaire, Luther Sinclair, to strengthen the treaty. But she knew that peace was the last thing that humans were aiming for because from the beginning, they were the ones who were more beastly than the wolves. They had always wanted to eliminate every single wolf in town. Alexandra became Luther's wife; he was the Governor's son and her stepping stone to infiltrate the humans' society and to fulfill their revenge plan. Her mission was to spy on him and make him fall in love with her and dispose him once she had uncovered all his family secrets. But there was a problem. She didn't expect the strong attraction she had felt for Luther. He was a tease and a devil in disguise who would never let himself be pushed around. And he had a mission, too: to own her heart, body, and soul. In this new battle where the loser will be devoured and only the wicked will win, can she still guarantee her victory?

Blurb “I won’t be yours,” I whispered, heart pounding as the Lycan King’s massive frame caged me against the stone pillar. His golden eyes burned with centuries of hunger. “You already are.” •••••• Ava Moonveil never wanted to attend the Lycan King’s infamous Mating Ball. Fresh from a devastating breakup and done with love, she is dragged there by her stepmother, who sees her as a ticket to overnight riches. But when the King’s eyes lock on her across the crowded ballroom, his wolf roars to claim her as his fated mate. Before she can run, she is publicly claimed… and then coldly sold by her own stepmother in a contract signed for wealth and power. Now trapped in the King’s possessive world, Ava battles the magnetic pull of the bond while his ruthless brother offers her a way out, an escape that hides deadly ambition. As enemies close in and the King nearly dies protecting her, Ava faces the ultimate choice: stay and become Queen, or run with the man who promises freedom but plans her mate’s downfall.

Er drückt mich gegen die Wand, als würde er mich hassen, aber wenn niemand hinsieht, ist der Blick, mit dem er mich ansieht, noch schlimmer. Zavian Falkner ist der goldene Junge der Stadt—charmant, kontrolliert, unantastbar—bis in ihm etwas zerbricht. Sein Vater hat ihm beigebracht, wie man Dinge bricht, und nicht nur Gegenstände, sondern auch Menschen. Ich bin Naima, seine Stiefschwester, die, die er nie hätte berühren dürfen. Er sagt, er beschützt mich. Er schwört, dass er jeden verbrennen wird, der mir zu nahe kommt, dass niemand jemals Hand an mich legen wird, solange er hier ist. Aber seine Hände fühlen sich nicht wie Sicherheit an. Sie fühlen sich wie Besitz an, wie ein Anspruch, dem ich nie zugestimmt habe, dem ich aber nicht entkommen kann. Jetzt sind unsere Eltern weg, und die Elfenbein Elite beobachtet nicht mehr nur—sie jagen uns. Jeder Schritt, den ich mache, fühlt sich wie ein Countdown an, jeder Schatten wie eine Warnung, und das Einzige, was zwischen mir und ihnen steht, ist der Junge, der mich zerstören könnte, bevor sie es überhaupt tun. „Ich liebe dich, Naima“, flüstert er, und es sollte wie ein Versprechen klingen, etwas Sanftes, etwas Sicheres. Aber das tut es nicht. Es klingt wie eine Drohung. Denn was passiert, wenn Liebe dich nicht mehr rettet, sondern dich ganz verschlingt?

Ich heiratete Don Matteo im Geheimen. Jedes Mal, wenn er seine Jugendliebe fickte, versprach er mir eine richtige Hochzeit – vor den Fünf Familien. Fünf Jahre lang gab Matteo mir neunundneunzig Versprechen. Und neunundneunzig Mal ließ er mich vor dem Altar stehen. Beim ersten Mal starb Cecilias preisgekrönte Ausstellungskatze. Um sie zu trösten, verschob er die Hochzeit um drei Monate. Ich stand allein am Altar, die Augen gerötet, und versuchte, die Familienältesten zu beruhigen. Beim zweiten Mal bekam Cecilia in einem Casino einen Wutanfall und zerschlug eine antike Vase im Wert von hundert Millionen Dollar. Er leitete den Privatjet, der für unsere Hochzeit vorgesehen war, um und flog noch in derselben Nacht los, um ihr Chaos zu beseitigen. Und jedes Mal, kurz vor unserer Hochzeit, hatte seine Jugendliebe irgendeinen Notfall. Ich weinte. Ich schrie. Ich hielt ihm sogar eine Waffe an den Kopf. Aber Matteo drückte mich einfach gegen die Wand und brachte mich mit einem kalten, harten Kuss zum Schweigen. „Sie ist nur zum Ficken da. Du bist Frau Falcone. Benimm dich gefälligst.“ Nach dem neunundneunzigsten Mal hatte ich endgültig genug. Ich schob die Papiere über den Tisch. Die Tinte war noch feucht, das Siegel der Familie Falcone prangte am unteren Rand. „Unsere Ehe, unser Bündnis – es ist vorbei.“