Left Hand

I, Zadie Weatherby, am the daughter of Jacob Weatherby, the richest man in the country. Three years ago, I donated my bone marrow to my paternal grandmother, Marissa Notley. After that, I stayed in a nursing home so that she wouldn't worry about me. But when I return to Jirvia, I find that my brother, Luca Weatherby, who once spoiled me rotten, is telling everyone that Sally Weatherby is his sister and the true Weatherby heiress. But in reality, Sally is just an adopted child. The grandmother I risked my life to save holds Sally's hand and says, "Sally is my one and only precious granddaughter." They then claim that I was the adopted child the driver had found near a heap of trash. And so, Sally takes my place as the Weatherby heiress and even marries my fiance, Aidan Yorke. In my last life, I let them take my wedding dress and the trillion-dollar heirloom necklace my maternal grandmother left me. All I wanted was for them to acknowledge me as family, but they cruelly drove me to my death. Now, I have a second chance at life after going back in time. I rush to the venue where the wedding is being held. Once there, I tear the necklace from Sally's neck and strip off her wedding dress. "How dare you steal from me, you tramp!"

His nose was an inch away from mine. Eyes looked down it with burning intensity. “You are mine, Adelia. And there is nothing in the world that can change that.” He growled, tracing the side of my face with a feather-light touch. I recoiled and swatted his hand away. Wanted to move backward. Out of his proximity but a strong hand settled on my lower back. Pulled me into him. Our eyes met again, letting all of my venom show in them. “You are married, Michael. Married and human! Us being mates doesn't take away from that fact.” I hissed. His blue eyes darkened. Hand flexed on my back. “Then turn me. Make me a wolf and I will be by your side until the world burns.” “Married. That is another obstacle. I won't be a home-wrecker. Never again.” I tried to move away from him. Away from the lurking promise of death and destruction if I gave in to him. Remained in his presence. But his hand twined with my dress. Forced me to stay so deathly close to him. I felt my resolve melt away. “She will understand. How can't she? We were destined to be together by the goddess herself.” He whispered and brushed his lips against my cheek. A shudder ran down my spine. “A goddess that you don't believe in.” Michael pulled away. Smiled cruelly down at me. “The only goddess I believe in is the one right in front of me.” I didn't stop him when his lips crashed into mine. Or when his tongue drifted over my bottom lip. Opened up for him so that he could explore the inside of my mouth. Devoured me whole. Morals be damned, then.

“I, Alpha Draco of the Peony pack hereby reject you, Helena, as my mate. I refuse to have anything to do with you anymore. You will be banished from this pack, never to set foot on this land anymore or you will pay for it with your life” his thick voice boomed through the cold and dark cell where I was kept all day with no food or water. My chapped lips parted painfully as the flesh drew each other tightly. I couldn’t even beg or plead for mercy. It was a miracle that I was not even killed because I was probably the most hated person in the pack at that moment. He didn’t allow me to utter whatever I had in mind before he turned his back on me. My finger grazed his cold hand as I tried to hold onto him, I was late. The warm eyes that had always behold me now look at me with disdain. There was no hope anywhere, his extreme sadness was visible even through his back as his footstep retracted into the long distance. At the loud clunk of the prison’s door kissing its hinge, my whole world crumbled. The only thing left in me was the small life breathing in my womb, something Draco never knew of. Right there, I made the resolution to live for my baby and find out the truth behind what happened in the pack that night.

“He pressed me to the wall with one hand tight around my throat, the other sliding beneath the thin silk clinging to my skin. I should’ve been begging for help. Instead, my knees went weak when he leaned in, his mouth hot against my ear. ‘Does it hurt, darling?’ he whispered. I shook my head, even as his fingers left bruises. ‘Good. I like it when you take it.’ God, I hated him. God, I wanted him to never let go.” A DARK, EROTIC TALE OF OBSESSION, HUMILIATION, AND HUNGER. They called him the Devil, a sadist with a crooked smile and hands built for breaking men. In the underworld’s most perverse auction, Luca Ruelle is nothing but trembling prey, sold for a price no soul should fetch. Silk-wrapped, bare, choking on shame and smoke, he should be praying for rescue. But Kain Astor doesn’t rescue. He claims, corrupts, and devours. He teaches Luca how it feels to be owned. How pain can bloom where fear lives. How pleasure is just another kind of cruelty. Every command is a dare, every punishment a promise. Under Kain’s hands, Luca learns the exquisite agony of surrender, and the terror of how badly he needs it. He should be fighting for his life. Instead, he’s sinking to his knees, eyes glazed, lips parted, whispering the one word that seals his fate— “Please.”

In the Crimson city in Moon City dominantly inhabited by members of the Crimson pack, there were reported records of the daily increase of missing humans and the livestock. Traces or trails weren't left by the perpetrators of these acts, and the remains of these humans could not be found as well. The Alpha of the Crimson pack was on the edge of pointing fingers at the Greyhound pack, another pack that inhabited Diamond city as the ones behind this activity. But he got a message from Governor Klaus Mickelson, urging them to refrain from the massacre and killings if they had a hand in it. Since this was the situation, Crimson eye pack had to return a message to the Greyhound pack, requesting for a monthly meeting hosted in Moon City with several smaller packs as well. This meeting session was going to help the packs to have unified reasoning and coordinated ideas in order to devise a means to find the source of these sudden killings in the city. Meanwhile, Damon Mickelson, the son of Klaus Mickelson, Alpha of the Greyhound pack, refused to attend the meeting. He stated the availability of some unresolved conflict with the Crimson eye pack as his reason. But his parents and the elders reminded him of the importance of attending the meeting. They made him understand that he needed to attend the meeting because it was a duty that he owed the pack as the future Alpha. Tessa Randolph, the second daughter of John Randolph, tried to convince her father to allow the meeting to be hosted by another pack. She wanted to stay back and allow her elder brother to attend the meeting in her place, but her reasons were all worthless to the ears of her father.

Carmen wanted to meet the man who took away her innocence and broke her heart into pieces for the last time and move on with her life as there was nothing left in between them but when she returned he trapped her without her knowledge..... My heart was beating fiercely and painfully as I was beginning to shake, his closeness was so overwhelming. When he lay on the he had been somehow vulnerable. The powerful muscle strength of his lean body less obvious but now he was on his feet again and although he still looked very pale he was very strong. The tight black curls were no longer able to give a touch of appeal to his tired face. His physical mental arrogance saw that. His arrogance made me back away like a frightened animal. “You have no right me to ask me questions and I'm not answering them.” I flung at him. “Why did you lie to him? I am no longer your wife anymore it’s just in papers and I just came back to set you free so that we won’t bother each other again. I will tell him about it myself and clarify his misunderstanding. Marc smiled grimly. “I know you will not.” he said taking my arms in one hand, his fingers pressing down into my flash. “Don’t you ever forget Carmen that you are my Legal wife.”

My boyfriend passed away from illness. Before he died, he asked me to look after his only younger brother—Callum Ressler. I put Callum through college, and helped him build his company from the ground up. Then one night, after a round of drinking at some work function, he ended up in bed with me. While I wrestled with what we were to each other, I noticed something on his office desk: a photo of me, framed neatly beside an engagement ring. My heart stirred. I pushed open the lounge door, ready to finally talk about us. But just as the door creaked open, a white camisole fell at my feet. I froze. Callum pulled the covers tightly around a shocked female assistant. "Diana, ever heard of knocking?" he snapped. Face pale, limbs suddenly uncoordinated, I started backing out. But the assistant's timid voice stopped me. "Diana… could you hand me my clothes?" I ignored the hostility behind her eyes, grabbed the garment, tossed it onto the bed, and left in a hurry. Once I stepped outside the company building, Callum called. "Diana, you should really stop barging into my room like that." I laughed and agreed. From that moment on, I never stepped into his world again.

The 99th time my fiancé, Draven, hung up on me, I dragged myself to the family's church, my diagnosis of end-stage renal disease clutched in my hand. "Father, I wish to renounce the Rocci family and break off my engagement to Draven Frost." The words had barely left my lips when my parents burst in with my adopted sister, Bianca. My father, the family's Consigliere, didn't hesitate. He slapped me across the face, right there in front of the priest. "Your fiancé is a respected Capo in our world, and you choose to insult him like this!" "You're dragging our family's name through the mud in front of the whole organization!" My mother snatched the diagnosis from my hand, sneering after a brief glance. "Playing sick for attention again, are you? What is it you want this time?" My adopted sister, Bianca, clung to our parents' arms, her voice choked with tears. "I'm so sorry, sister. You can have my place at the gala. Please, just stop making trouble for Mom and Dad!" I wiped the blood trickling from my nose and calmly repeated my words to the priest. "I am no longer a daughter of the Rocci family. I am not worthy of an alliance with the Frosts." "I will be dead in three days. I want this engagement broken before then."

In a world where werewolf hierarchy determines everything, Daisy was born with the worst hand possible: Class S. The bottom rung barely worth acknowledging. Yet she's somehow found herself walking the hallowed halls of Lunar Crest Academy, where the elite supernatural heirs learn to rule. She doesn't belong here. Everyone knows it. But something pulled her to this place like a magnet. It was like a scent she couldn't resist. Then she discovered why. "If you tell anyone you're my mate, there will be consequences." The threat came from none other than the Academy's golden boy. The future Alpha of Alphas, and apparently, her destined mate. The same guy whose kiss still burns on her lips, whose touch ignites something primal inside her. It should be a dream come true for Daisy. In another life, she'd be celebrating. But in this reality? Their bond is forbidden and dangerous. It is something to be hidden away like a shameful secret while she watches other girls openly vie for his attention. Unnatural events that were never supposed to happen to her begin to surface, and hidden enemies follow her through the grand halls. Daisy is starting to realize this mate bond might be more than just inconvenient. It was deadly. And she's left wondering if finding her fated mate was the beginning of her story or the beginning of her end. How long can she live in the shadows of her own destiny before the truth drags her into the light?

"The divorce certificate will be sent to you in jail." Madeline glared towards the numb body of her husband who was silently dragged by the police. His eye never left her black diamond pearl until he was shoved in the car to drive away from his beloved wife, he waited to see her for 1 month desperately. “I refuse to let go of you.” He whispered before losing sight of his desperation. Madeline Bennett is a two-identity girl, who has hidden her reality under her professional persona which is Prof. Maria, a great female scientist, who had never shown her face publicly. Unfortunately, she is trapped between the mafia gangs for her invention. Escaping from those people she ends up marrying a billionaire, cold and heartless mafia king Varun Singh, who is utterly unknown of her Professor identity. One promise joined the destiny of two strangers. One was in pain; another was in misery. They were healing for each other but he chooses to be a poison. He treats her worst, but she is strong for her promise and dream. As life steps forward she succeeds in breaking his cold walls and opening his heart, making him fall for her but it was too late. His one mistake crushes her affection and care for him in pieces, on the other hand, the world was standing out to snatch her away. Will he be able to correct his mistake and win her back?