La Nuit Avant De Le Connaître

Si Elyssa, nagmahal at nasaktan sa maling tao. Sa muling pagbubukas ba ng kanyang puso, maling tao na naman kaya ang iibigin niya? Si Alyjah, nasaktan sa kinahinatnan ng kanyang ina. Poot at galit ang itinanim niya sa kanyang puso. Mababago kaya ito ng isang wagas na pagmamahal? Si Lauro, nagmahal kahit pamilyado. Gustong balikan ang babaeng sa kanya'y bumuo. Pero paano kung may iniibig na itong bago? Matatanggap niya kaya kung ito ay anak niya mismo? Lahat sila ay pag-uugnayin ng isang kasal. Ngunit may mas malalim pa palang ugnayan ang unti-unting mabububungkal. Sanga-sangang pag-ibig. Sanga-sangang problema. Anong magiging bukas nila? Kaya ba nilang magpaubaya at magmahal nang buo, kung nababalot sila ng misteryo at sikreto? Sino ang magtatamo ng kaligayahan? Sino ang malulugmok sa kalungkutan? Mapapalaya kaya sila ng isang wagas na pagmamahalan?

She was a drug he couldn’t live without. He was her mate, handpicked by the Moon Goddess. But even then, they couldn’t live in peace. Kieth Williams, infamous for his cutthroat tactics, had it all: looks, money, girls, and power. Anything he wanted would always be in his grasp. For him, Amelia Lockhart, a ferocious and ruthless soul, bowed her head, swallowed her pride, and retracted her sharp claws. But what did she get in return? News of his engagement to someone else? One piece of truth and the hope for a bright future and a loving home became nothing but a mere fantasy. Starting anew, she steeled her heart and decided to leave her unfaithful mate behind, disappearing without a trace. Kieth, who thought a mere contract could bind her to his side forever, was flabbergasted! She was his golden canary! How could he let her go? Her absence made him desperate, hurting him more than he had imagined. He frantically started looking for her, only to realize that there was more to the seemingly ordinary Amelia Lockhart than what met the eyes. ......... Kieth's POV: She is not...she couldn't be! How can she be a werewolf? They only exist in stories! Even if she is, then why is she so huge? And why is everyone bowing to her? Amelia's POV: I must have been blind to even give this man a chance! I am the majestic and dominant Female Alpha! I don't need any mate! Especially one so fickle and unfaithful! ………. Note: Curious about the story? Craving more chapters? Then, unlock bonus chapters! How? For every unique review (one review per person), I will release 1 bonus chapter. For every 10 gems, I will release 1 bonus chapter! Don’t forget to bless this story with the gems!

Alisa: I never knew who my parents were. You see, I was left at the steps of the convent as a child and it is at the convent where I grew up. But something is wrong with me. I woke up on my eighteenth birthday with an insatiable hunger, a hunger that no food can satisfy. I soon realized that there was only one thing that could satisfy me. The pleasures of the flesh. Because of that, I was branded a succubus, a demoness who seduces and sucks the life force out of her victims. The convent, they wanted to ‘cleanse’ my soul, they wanted to rip me apart and clean me inside out. I was scared. So I ran and ran and that was when I found him…. Alpha Ryder: I came from the strongest pack. We have everything we needed; money, fame and power. But a prophecy hangs over our pack. A succubus will come and seduce the one in power, tearing the pack apart and burning all that we have worked for to the ground. I grew up with the prophecy in my heart. As Alpha of the Red Moon pack, I will let nothing stand in my way. Nothing. But then I met her. And everything changed….

NINETEEN year-old Elsa Welmat only has one job and that's to seduce the Alpha Heir of Blood moon pack into falling for her. Being the wolfless daughter of the dead Alpha, Damien Wyatt of Crest Lake Pack, her life has been hard and all she ever wants is to make those who caused her parents’ death pay. Pretending to be a maid, she entered the household of Alpha Nathan of Blood Moon Pack, hiding her true identity. To her, making the Alpha Heir fall for her was easier not until she realized that there's an unbeatable bond between both of them. Slowly she fell for the Alpha Heir unbeknownst to her that she's mated to the Alpha heir. Her world turned upside down. Torn between love and duty, she questioned all she had been told all her life. Somehow she stumbled upon the truth and realized she had been lied to. But could it be too late to undo what she had done or would her new love life go crash-landing when the Alpha heir discovers all her lies? Again, will she be able to save the Alpha Heir from those who want him dead before it's too late?

The poor lighting made it hard for her to see the face of the person who’d caught her, but when he opened his mouth her body sagged in relief. “You almost made it, human.” Maximus recognized the girl he saved in the woods. “What did you think? You'd sneak into my packhouse undetected and make it all the way up to my quarters without me knowing? Tell me, what did you plan to do up there?” His eyes narrowed and his head tilted sideways at her. “I have a proposition.” Maximus was shocked at the lack of fear in her voice. “You wanted me to catch you.” Star smiled inwardly at his tone. “I needed to talk to you.” She answered simply. “What could a hunter possibly want from a werewolf? I understand you’re new at this, but in case it hasn't occurred to you, your kind murders mine for a living.” He started harshly, his fingers closing around her neck tighter. “I'm not one of them.” *** Star Cullen's whole life is thrown out of balance when her father proclaims that if she wants to go to college she has to attend The Academy for a year- the very place that changed her brothers. Seeing it as a way to appease them all she goes against everything she believes in and goes along with his plan, only to return a year later to find the rest of her family dead. Hunters and Werewolves are notorious enemies, but what happens when a huntress and an Alpha find themselves on the same side of an even greater threat? When sparks fly, someone is bound to get burned, after all, love is a double-edged sword

Au moment où Léa Laurent a fait une fausse couche, Mathis Bernard célébrait le retour de son premier amour. Malgré trois années de dévouement et de présence à ses côtés, il les a réduits à dire qu’elle n’était que la domestique et la cuisinière de la maison. Léa a perdu tout espoir et a décidé de divorcer. Tous les amis du milieu savaient que Léa était connue pour être collante, impossible de s’en débarrasser. « Je parie qu’en une journée, Léa reviendra sagement. » Mathis a répondu : « Un jour ? Trop long, au plus une demi-journée et elle reviendra d’elle-même. » Au moment du divorce, Léa a décidé de ne plus revenir en arrière ; elle s’est lancée dans une nouvelle vie, a repris sa carrière abandonnée et a commencé à rencontrer de nouvelles personnes. Les jours ont passé, et Mathis n’a plus jamais revu Léa à la maison. Mathis a soudain paniqué. Mais lors d’un sommet professionnel, il a enfin vu Léa entourée par une foule. Il s’est précipité vers elle sans hésiter, « Léa, tu n’as pas encore fini de faire la tête ? » Arthur Perrot s’est brusquement interposé devant Léa, l’a repoussé d’une main, dégageant une aura glaciale et intimidante, « Ne touche pas à ta belle-sœur. » Mathis ne l’avait jamais aimée ; mais quand il est tombé amoureux d’elle, elle n’avait déjà plus de place pour lui à ses côtés.

L'Étreinte de l'Ombre Anya, pianiste virtuose en quête d'inspiration, hérite du Domaine des Soupirs, un manoir familial où chaque pièce semble retenir le souffle du passé. Dès les premières nuits, les silences résonnent d'accords fantômes et des mélodies inconnues hantent son sommeil, accompagnées de caresses invisibles qui transforment ses rêves en partitions du désir. L'esprit qui habite ces lieux, Lysander, ancien compositeur maudit, se révèle être une présence aussi envoûtante que dangereuse. Prisonnier d'un pacte scellé dans la mort, il ne trouve d'écho dans le monde des vivants qu'à travers les sensations qu'il parvient à susciter chez Anya. Leurs duos nocturnes, d'abord impalpables, deviennent des symphonies charnelles où chaque note de la jeune femme renforce le pouvoir du musicien déchu. Alors que cette liaison surnaturelle atteint son crescendo, Gabriel, chef d'orchestre et premier amour d'Anya, entre en scène. Incarnation de la raison et de la mesure, il représente la stabilité d'une partition écrite, l'amour rassurant qu'elle a fui pour se consacrer à son art. Anya se retrouve déchirée entre : · Lysander, la composition sauvage d'une passion qui défie les lois du temps, au risque de devenir l'instrument de sa propre perte · Gabriel, la partition raisonnable d'un amour terrestre, qui exige de renoncer à la tentation des notes interdites Dans ce concerto à trois voix, le désir devient la clé d'une porte mieux fermée. Anya devra choisir entre interpréter la mélodie du salut ou se laisser emporter par le final envoûtant d'un amour qui pourrait bien sceller son destin à jamais.

Angelique Sloan was loathed by her parents until their last breath. She wasn’t living such a healthy and productive lifestyle as she endured more than two decades of her existence just by being a mere tool of everyone’s satisfaction. In connection to this, when she managed to break free from the chains of her parents, she sought for a job that can sustain all of her necessities. And that was to become a stripper at a certain bar. Who would Angelique’s first client be? Will there be changes that’s going to occur in her life, now that she has to live by herself? Who’s going to be the luckiest man to have a one night with the seductress?

Two years into my marriage with Don Dante, my ex came back. Julian, the man who shattered my heart five years ago. He announced he was getting engaged. And he wanted me as his mistress. "I know I hurt you," he said. "My family looks down on mob ties. It was never going to work. But now? I'm marrying Tiffany. I'm taking over the family empire. I can finally afford to keep you." I just sneered at him. "Did it ever occur to you that I might be married?" He scoffed. "What decent family would have you? The daughter of a mob underboss? Don't be ridiculous." His arrogance made me sick. When I refused, he slapped a black card on the table. Told me to buy whatever I wanted. He said he'd pick me up next week. That we could spend every weekend tangled up in his bed. I spat on the floor at his feet. "Get him out," I told my guard. "And take his trash with him." He didn't get it. Not then. But he would. The moment he found out who I married. I didn't just marry anyone. I married the king of the Chicago underworld. A man he could never touch. And when he finally figured it out, he lost his goddamn mind.

On the day of my wedding, the video I had painstakingly prepared was suddenly replaced with intimate photos of my fiancé and my foster sister, Lindsey Remmington. Within minutes, it hit the top of the trending list. Overnight, I, a celebrated actress, became the abandoned bride of a wealthy family and a public laughingstock. Just when I thought I'd reached rock bottom, Connor Presley, the heir of Elluel City's most powerful family and the boy I'd grown up with, returned from abroad. In front of flashing cameras, he knelt with a diamond ring and proposed, silencing every rumor and every sneer. After we married, we appeared inseparable, our affection the picture of perfection. The only flaw was his infertility—his condition made it nearly impossible for me to conceive. For three long years, I underwent countless rounds of IVF. At last, I became pregnant. Connor was overjoyed. To celebrate, he threw an extravagant party in honor of our long-awaited child. But in the middle of the revelry, one of his closest friends, drunk and unguarded, muttered in Russian, "Connor, you've gone too far. Just because Lindsey was afraid pregnancy would ruin her figure, you put the zygote into Rachel's body and let her carry the baby for you two? If she ever finds out the truth, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." Connor's expression didn't waver. "This was Lindsey's only wish. I had to grant it," he replied coolly. "Besides, having a child with Lindsey has always been my dream. Only her child deserves to be the heir of the Presley family. The days ahead are long—I'll make it up to Rachel, eventually." I stood frozen, my body trembling uncontrollably. That night, I made an appointment for an abortion. When Connor stormed into the hospital, raging like a madman, I looked up at him with chilling calm and said, "I understand Russian."