Novel & Cerita Le Petit Chose

The Moon Goddess chose wrong twice. Betrayed by the mate he once trusted, Alpha Enzo Breyer locked his heart away and rebuilt his shattered pack into a powerhouse strong, wealthy, feared. At thirty, he wants no Luna, no heir, no love. Fate is a liar, and weakness is death. Hookups are fine. Anything deeper is forbidden. Then she crashes into his world. Nina Crossroad, a quiet healer from the enemy Crest Moon Pack, is dragged into his territory as a reluctant spy, bound by threats to her dying father and the iron grip of her corrupt Alpha. She clings to her faith in the Goddess who once brought her parents together, trusting fate to deliver the one meant for her even as she’s forced to betray the very mate she discovers in the man who now holds her captive.

As Gamma of the Creed Pack, I'd held the Northern Border alone for three full years. Every time I called in to ask when I could come home, my mate — the Alpha of Creed — picked up the phone himself. He told me the rogues weren't cleared. He told me the rival packs were still circling. He said, "Nora. One more year. Once we have completely eliminated all our enemies, I will hold the grandest mating ceremony for you. I swear it on the Moon." I believed him. When I dragged myself out of a pile of dead rogues with a silver arrowhead still lodged an inch from my heart, bleeding too fast for a medevac, my warriors had to shift and run me back in wolf form all the way to Creed territory. The moment we crossed the border, I saw fairy lights strung from every streetlamp along the road to the pack house. Pack wolves on the sidewalks were talking loud, smiling at each other. "The Alpha's Mating Ceremony is tonight. He's taking the Elder's daughter as Luna. Three years of peace on the border. It's a good time to be Creed." I coughed dark blood into the fur on the back of my warrior's neck and laughed, short and bitter. He hadn't needed me holding the border. He just hadn't wanted me home.

On the day of the SAT exam, my girlfriend’s childhood friend, Benedict Casper, forgot his admission ticket at home. She insisted on retrieving it for him, but I begged her not to go. In the end, Benedict missed his final chance for taking the exam and, overwhelmed by despair, he jumped to his death. Years later, my girlfriend, Ella Simpson, and I graduated from Whitmore Institute of Technology, landed high-paying jobs, and built a picture-perfect marriage. But on the anniversary of Benedict’s death, she stabbed me repeatedly, her voice trembling with rage, “You killed him. If I’d gotten his admission ticket, he would’ve never jumped.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the exams. Ella’s frantic voice rang in my ears, “I have to go back, Dominic. I need to get Benedict’s ticket!” This time, I smiled and said, “Go ahead. Be careful on the way.”

My husband was not fully conscious from anaesthesia after waking up from surgery, and he started spouting nonsense. I laughed while recording his comical reaction, but while helping him into a chair, I paused when I heard him calling for his son. "Be a good boy, all right? Daddy is busy." My smile froze, and I was stunned. We had been DINKs for 10 years. When did he get a son? My hands trembled as I turned on his phone. It was the first time I was looking through his phone in our years of marriage. When I browsed the phone’s data, I found a private album filled with intimate photos of him with another woman and a child. It was a boy who looked very similar to him, and the timestamp on the photos indicated that the boy was three. All three of them were smiling happily, but their smiles hurt me. He had once told me with conviction that he hated kids and did not want to be tied down by family, which was why he convinced me to be a DINK. However, I now knew that he was not really sincere about being a DINK; he just did not want to have kids with me.

I opened my eyes and found myself back at the matchmaking event again. Grandpa pointed at seven jacked jocks and said, "Pick one. They've all been trained." Remembering how they had shared and humiliated me to death in my past life, I threw up on the spot. This time, I pointed at Grandpa's sworn enemy instead. "I want to marry that terminally ill guy who can't have children." Later, that powerful man wrapped an arm around my pregnant belly, while we watched them all go to prison with that spiteful woman.

On the eve of our wedding, Mabel Jones' first love, Carter Hayes, has shredded my custom-ordered suit that's worth a million dollars. The waistband of my pants has torn open, causing the pants to fall off my body. As such, I endhttps://gn.activitycms.com/hwyc-admin/bookManager/book/edit?bookId=31001354896# up humiliating myself in front of the wedding guests. Carter is still holding a pair of scissors as he looks at me innocently. "I'm so sorry, Aiden. I must have ruined your pants because I used a little more force than needed. You won't blame me for what happened, right?" Mabel rushes over and snatches the scissors away from Carter. She tells him, "Why should Aiden blame you? You offered to cut the loose thread out of the kindness of your heart. If anything, he's to be blamed for tearing the pants from how fat he is!" As I continue to lift the pants, I just watch Mabel and Carter interact with each other in a lovey-dovey manner. Now that my suit is ruined, it's time for me to wake up from my fantasy.

“Sign the papers. Now!” Collins barked. Scarlett didn’t flinch. She flipped to the last page, scribbled her name without reading a single word, and flung the divorce papers at him. “I’m done with you, Collins. And all of you,” she said, her voice cold as she pointed at every person in the room. She turned to leave, but paused at the door. Her gaze swept over the people who betrayed her: her husband, her sister, her own family. “I’ll be back,” she said. “I don’t care how long it takes. Months. Years. But I’ll make sure every one of you regrets what you did to me.” Then she walked out, and this time, no one stopped her. •••••••••••• Scarlett’s first mistake was marrying the man she loved, even though he made it clear he hated her. Her second mistake was believing he could ever love her back. When Collins Radford handed her divorce papers and declared he only ever wanted her twin, Scarlett left with nothing but silence and a promise to make them all pay. Then one night, a stranger with Collins’ last name knocked a drugged drink from her hand and carried her into a new life. She vanished. For years, no one heard from her. Now she’s back, with a secret, a child, a billion-dollar empire, and a plan. The Radfords thought they buried her. They didn’t know they were planting a storm. And now, she’s back to burn down everything they built. Dear ex-husband, You chose war.

In a world where love is luxury and power is everything, July Noel dares defy convention. On the night of her third divorce, news of the wealthiest man’s divorce spreads across every news station and social media platform. Douglas Prime is now single, and July was ready to mingle. This time, she’s ditched romance for a calculated plan: become the billionaire’s baby mama and secure her future. But when mysterious billionaire Douglas comes up with a marriage contract, July’s entire strategy is turned upside down. As they navigate their high-status arrangement, July and Douglas must confront their demons and learn to trust each other. But with secrets, lies, past traumas and their exes threatening their relationship, can they make their union work? Can July keep her heart locked away, or will Douglas’s piercing gaze and razor-sharp intellect tear down her defenses? As her calculated plan for motherhood becomes a journey of the heart, can she balance ambition and love? Dive into a world of luxury, love and deception.

While attending a class reunion with my wife, we ran into her old flame—Caelum Zeth. After the gathering, Talia Grant cornered Caelum against a wall. When she found out he had fallen on hard times, she kissed him. "How much do you still owe? Be with me. I'll give you 100 thousand a month. Will that be enough?" I stood quietly at the corner of the street and snapped a photo of their heartfelt reunion before sending it to my lawyer. I also forwarded it to Talia, along with a message, "Since you two are so in love, go ahead and marry him."

I was slowly dying from Silverthorn Wolfsbane, and there was only one cure—the Miracle Elixir. But my mate, Leah Ashford, bought it and gave it to my adoptive brother,Jason Smith. She did it because she thought I was faking my illness. I gave up on the treatment and swallowed a potent painkiller instead. It would kill me in three days by shutting down my organs. In those three days, I gave up everything. I handed over the fur manufacturing business I built from the ground up to Jason, and my parents praised me for caring about my brother. I offered to sever our mate bond, and Leah praised me for finally being sensible. When I told my son he could call Jason "dad", he happily said that his new dad was the best! I transferred all my savings to Jason, and no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. They were just pleased with my "better behavior". "Victor is finally not so bad." I wondered—would they regret it after I was gone?