Lambing Message

The most popular girl from my high school is getting married. She invites everyone in our class to the wedding. I want to act like I don't see the message, but she deliberately tags me in the group chat. "You kept pretending to be a rich girl like me in high school, but I don't hold it against you. In fact, I'll allow you to attend my wedding tomorrow to see what the rich life is like." The other classmates speak up. "You're so generous, Haley. It's no wonder you can marry someone from the Baumer family. I can't believe you can even forgive someone as materialistic as Emma!" "Does someone like Emma Larkin even deserve to attend Haley's wedding? She's so full of herself." As the insults become worse, Haley Stockwell steps forward to keep the peace. "Come on, let's put this behind us. I'm not bothered by these things since it's been so long. Anyway, let's not bear a grudge against Emma when she's already so poor and ugly." Everyone in the group chat starts singing her praises and calling her kind and innocent. I sneer. Haley is the one who kept pretending to be rich—I'm the true heiress from an affluent family, yet she made me out to be a liar. She turned me into the target of everyone's insults. I check the digital wedding invitation to see that the venue is my villa. The groom looks familiar—isn't he my husband's driver? I smile at the thought of what's going to happen. I reply, "Sure! I have to attend your wedding!"

On the anniversary of our Mating, my legs were wrapped around my Alpha, Adrian, as we shared a deep kiss. My fingertips brushed against the hidden pocket of my silk dress, my hand tightening around the pregnancy test I had concealed there. I felt the faint flutter of a new life inside me, planning to give him this surprise as the perfect end to our evening. Just then, Adrian's Beta, Ethan, spoke in a low, teasing tone, using the Old Tongue. "Alpha, that little sister-in-law of yours… the newly matured she-wolf, Zoe. How did she taste?" Adrian's low, suggestive chuckle reached my ears, quiet yet piercingly clear. He replied in the same ancient language. "You know a freshly ripened pepper? Hot, with a real kick." His palm was still caressing my waist, yet his gaze had drifted elsewhere. "Just keep it quiet. If my Luna finds out, it's all over." The other Betas let out knowing chuckles, raising their glasses in a silent promise to keep his secret. But a chill washed over me, and my inner wolf went still, as if it had died. He didn't know I had studied the Old Tongue for my research on werewolf trauma. I understood every word. I held back my tears, forcing myself to appear unfazed, maintaining the composure expected of a Luna. Instead of confronting him, I sent a magically shielded message to Elder Slone of the Werewolf Healers' Association, accepting the invitation she had extended to me. In three days, I would join a secure werewolf rehabilitation program as their new Lead Therapist and disappear from Adrian's world forever.

J’étais en couple avec Éric Simonot depuis trois ans, mais il n’a jamais voulu me demander en mariage. Ou plutôt, il refusait de le faire. Puis, il a eu un coup de foudre pour ma demi-sœur, Stéphane Cousteau, et s’est mis à la courtiser ouvertement, sans aucune retenue. Cette fois, je n’ai ni pleuré ni attendu patiemment qu’il revienne vers moi une fois qu’il aurait fini de s’amuser, comme je l’avais fait dans le passé. J’ai rassemblé tous les cadeaux qu’il m’avait offerts et je les ai jetés. J’ai aussi découpé en morceaux la robe de mariée que j’avais achetée en secret. Le jour de son anniversaire, j’ai décidé de quitter Paris, seule. Juste avant d’embarquer dans l’avion, Éric m’a envoyé un message : « T’es où ? Tout le monde t’attend. » J’ai esquissé un sourire et j’ai bloqué toutes ses coordonnées. Il ne savait pas qu’il y a deux semaines, j’avais accepté de me marier avec Clovis Lavanchy, un ancien camarade d’université. À l’atterrissage dans ma nouvelle ville, Clovis et moi allions nous marier.

The entire pack knows that my Alpha mate, Cassian Blackhowl, treasures me more than his own life. Against everyone's objections, he chooses me, an Omega, to be his mate. Before we form a mate bond, I suffer from a blood disease and hover at death's door. Cassian searches the world, draining his fortune, just to find someone with a blood type that matches mine so that I can have a transfusion to save my life. He stays by my bedside for months, never leaving, until I finally recover. But after we form a mate bond, I'm unable to conceive a pup. Cassian simply smiles and says, "Then I'll just have to try harder until you get pregnant." We get lost in our acts of passion more frequently until I finally carry a pup. However, I lose the pup, and the cycle repeats. Each time, the agony tears through me like my body is being ripped apart, leaving me weaker and weaker. Seeing me in such torment, Cassian gathers me into his arms. "Let's not try for a pup anymore. We can always adopt one." … Five years pass, and just as he once promised, he makes me the most envied she-wolf in the pack. But on the very day of our five-year bond anniversary, I receive a message. It's an invitation to a pup's birthday party. The message is withdrawn almost instantly, but not before I see the names of the parents—Cassian Blackhowl and Elara Wolfhart. I stand there, frozen stiff. Cassian is my mate. My Alpha. My life. And Elara is the she-wolf who once saved me with her blood.

The love between a Vampire and an Humanoid Dragon? Imagine several types of world with different races. The world of wolves, world of Vampires, world of Dragons, world of humans. World of dwarfs, world of beasts. Although they are different worlds, in different locations, still there will be some that will love to see how pretty the other worlds are. There would be some that would go for love. Some will break rules just to share his knowledge in places where it will be worthy. Some to own those very worlds. While some, to destroy other worlds. Here is a boy, who happened to wake up some day and found out that he got powers. But ever since he's gotten those powers, every thing just seemed to be bad luck for him. His parents who he always look up to said they weren't his parents, and they left him all alone to cope in a world of army. He was admitted to the army school, but Fate didn't want him to go. Several problems aroused and later on, Fate got him back to where he was meant to be. A place where part of his powers were originated from. Although he has the aim to have his revenge on the parents who had forsaken him, but he needs to get stronger and know more about his powers. Journey on with Vic as he discovered that he was a child from two different races. An hour for Vic to move out to his new school in the states, he was obtaining his ticket until his fancy wristwatch dinged. And as he checked the message, it says; "You have Leveled up, Evolution will now begin." ***** But something strange happened, the great Vampdragon woke up. "Was it all a dream?"

“You are broken. You are wolf-less. You are weak. You thought Landon O’Connor was a monster? Baby, you’ve not met us. The Kincaid brothers will rip you apart like flesh, we’ll sink our teeth on this graceful little neck so everyone sees our marks on you and afterwards? We’ll fill your womb with our pups so everyone gets the message who you belong to” -Connor Kincaid “Don’t bother arguing with me, it makes me hard. I know that waste of space you thought was your mate didn’t treasure you. But I do. I love these lips, these big hazel eyes of yours, your scent and most of all, I worship the ground you walk on. We all do” -Neo Kincaid “You were never meant to exist for men like us. You know why, River? Because once men like us find their mates, it’s hard to let go. We are possessive, we are jealous and more importantly we will never accept your rejection. You are ours for eternity” -Shane Kincaid xx When my mate, Landon O’Connor, alpha of the Silver Bullet Pack, cheated on me with my sister and later rejected me, I thought the Moon Goddess hated me. Turns out, I’m favored by the Moon Goddess because she gifted me not one but three mates. They are triplets. They are rogue Alphas who don’t follow the rules. They are ruthless and cold to everyone except me. The one problem is the triplets are rumored to be cursed and that should make me run away but I don’t. I fall for all three.

Deux mois après ma mort, mes parents, dans leur indifférence habituelle, se sont enfin souvenus que j’avais disparu quelque part au retour d’un voyage. Mon père, avec son éternelle impatience, a froncé les sourcils : « Je ne lui ai pas seulement demandé de revenir à pied, qu’est-ce qu’elle a à faire une scène comme ça ? » Mon frère, toujours aussi détaché et cynique, m’a envoyé un message sur son téléphone, un émoji suffisant accompagné d’un texte froid et sans âme : « Tu ferais bien de rester morte là-bas, sinon la fortune de ma grand-mère sera la mienne, et celle de Léa. » Je n’ai pas répondu. Qu’aurais-je pu dire de toute façon ? Ma mère, elle, a grimacé et a lâché d’un ton dur : « Dis-lui que si elle arrive à temps pour la fête d’anniversaire de sa grand-mère, je ne reviendrai pas sur le fait qu’elle a délibérément poussé Léa dans l’eau ! » Ils n’ont jamais cru que je n’étais pas sortie de ce sous-bois. Alors, après un temps, ils ont commencé à y creuser. Et c’est ainsi qu’ils ont fini par retrouver mes os, éparpillés au fond des bois...

« Tout va bien, chérie. » C’est ce que Steven lui répète depuis des mois. Mais ce soir, lors de leur fête d’anniversaire de mariage, Shirley ne peut s’empêcher de sentir que quelque chose cloche. Son mari, autrefois si présent, paraît désormais distant. Ses regards fuyants, ses sourires forcés… et ce message qu’il a tenté de dissimuler à tout prix. « On ne peut pas continuer comme ça. Tu dois lui dire la vérité. » Le texte s’affiche sur l’écran de son téléphone, et Shirley sent son monde vaciller. Sept ans de mariage, une vie en apparence parfaite : une maison impeccable, une fille adorable, un mari aimant… du moins le croyait-elle. Mais derrière les portes closes de leur foyer, les mensonges s’accumulent. Shirley, ancienne prodige de NYU qui a tout sacrifié pour sa famille, s’apprête à affronter une vérité capable de tout faire voler en éclats. Trahisons, secrets enfouis, choix impossibles… Shirley est projetée dans un labyrinthe de tromperies où chaque révélation la rapproche d’une décision déchirante : rester et pardonner… ou tout risquer pour se retrouver elle-même. « Parfois, la vérité ne libère pas. Elle brise. »

Mon compagnon destiné, Dexter, est devenu le roi Alpha lorsque son frère est mort. Il a hérité de la couronne, du pouvoir… et de la compagne veuve de son frère, Jenica. Tout cela parce que moi, une hybride, n'avais pas réussi pendant des années à lui donner un héritier de sang pur. Il m'a dit qu'il devait marquer Jenica, et la douleur m'a presque brisée. Mais il m'a serrée contre lui, a embrassé mes larmes et a juré que son loup, son destin, ne m'avait choisie que moi. Que je serais toujours sa seule et unique Luna. Je lui ai cru. Et pourtant, il passait encore toutes les nuits dans le lit de Jenica. Puis, Jenica est tombée enceinte. Alors que la meute célébrait, Dexter m'a forcée à quitter la suite de la Luna, uniquement pour que son petit soit né dans l'aura lunaire la plus pure de la meute. Alors que je sentais notre lien se déliter fil par fil douloureusement, j'ai envoyé un message codé à un ami dans le monde des humains. « Dans quatre jours, fais-moi sortir. » Cette nuit-là, j'ai fait un choix. Mon temps en tant que sa compagne était terminé.

To the world, I was Mrs. Ward—the untouchable queen beside the mafia king of New York, Elias Ward. But I knew my husband never loved me. His heart had always belonged to Harper Dinah. His nephew’s wife. And after that nephew conveniently died, Elias brought her into our mansion, “I just want to take better care of her,” he’d said. And his version of “care” was where he’d throw a man out of a party for daring to flirt with Harper and got her pregnant. Elias likes to praise me in public like I was the perfect wife to him. And I was. I helped build his empire. I was the one who smiled and played nice. I made his casino shine while he hid Harper away like she was something sacred. Because of all that praising, one of his enemies set his sights on me. They took me. Sent Elias a message soaked in blood and threats: Back off. Leave New York. Or your pretty wife dies. Of course, Elias didn’t choose to back off.. “Just wait,” he said over the phone, “They won’t hurt you, Noa. You’re leverage. Just hold on until Harper gives birth. Then I’ll come for you.” Eight months of being held in a filthy hole, starved, beaten, degraded. The gang leader raped me over and over again. And still, Elias never came. Finally, I escaped when they were all drunk. Went home, only find my twins sleeping in the maid’s room, eating scraps while Elias was too busy hosting a party for his newborn. I didn’t confront him, just packed my babies and disappear.