Link Crying

Six months ago, I was accidentally poisoned by wolfsbane. The poison is deadly, and my days are numbered. My body gradually weakens. Today, my wolf is completely gone, and I have three days left to live. On the last day before I draw my final breath, I agree to donate my kidney to my sister. Thrilled, my mate swears that he'll make it up to me someday. My sister is being swamped with insults on the college forum after she was caught plagiarizing my Belladonna thesis. But I come forward and claim that I'm the one who plagiarized it. Mom and Dad are pleased, saying I've finally become mature. At last, I've become the perfect mate and daughter in their eyes. But why are they crying after my body has turned cold and lifeless?

On the day of my mate-bonding ceremony, my parents suddenly brought my mate home and told me the marking ceremony that day would be with someone else. “Your sister was poisoned by wolfsbane. There's no cure, and her dying wish is to become David’s mate.” “You’re her older sister. Can’t you be kind and help her out?” My mate also tried to persuade me. “Don’t worry, it’s just for show. After she dies, we’ll still be each other’s one and only.” Still, I refused. However, my parents forced me to drink a potion that blocked my mind link, tied me up, and threw me into the silver mine behind our villa. “We’ll untie you once the ceremony goes smoothly,” they said. But soon after they left, I was attacked by a vicious rogue wolf. After endless torment, I was killed. It was only when my body started rotting that they remembered I was still bound in the mine.

My elder sister, Violette married Adrian, the Alpha of the Duskhaven Pack. A year later, under the guidance of Moon Goddess, I married his younger brother, Kane, a Beta. When our son was six months old, we were kidnapped by rogues. The kidnappers told me to contact Kane. I tried to Mind-Link him seven times. Yet, he cut the link each time. Finally, I called his phone. He picked up. "Lyris got scared by a snake. Stop calling. I didn't give you the phone to fight for attention!" The rogues turned vicious as the threats were not working. They stabbed me and my baby with a silver blade. My child died. Right before I lost consciousness, Violette found me through our bloodline sensing. She reached out to Adrian for help. "I am helping Lyris to recover. Leave me alone," he replied. Then he cut the Mind-Link. Fortunately, our father sent help in time. Violette and I barely survived. When I woke up, we had a shared thought, which is to reject the brothers—forever.

A Dark Paranormal Romance Thriller Kara Nox is one of the best agents at America’s Secret Agency (ASA). When she’s sent on a mission to gather intel on werewolves and their link to a string of human deaths, she thinks it’ll be just another job. But she’s wrong. Captured, assaulted, and bitten by an unknown werewolf, Kara is forced into a nightmare she never imagined. The bite changes her, turning her into a Neotide, a turned werewolf, hated by the purebloods. Thrown into the path of Dylan Gasper, the ruthless Alpha of the New Age Pack, she finds herself at the mercy of a man who despises what she’s become. Yet, their wolves sense something neither of them can ignore. Mates! As Kara hunts for answers, she uncovers a shocking truth, one Dylan never wanted her to find. Now, caught between revenge, survival, and a dangerous attraction, Kara must decide: will she fight the monster inside her or the one who made her this way? Betrayal cuts deep. Desire runs deeper. And the hunt has just begun.

My father called me to his study to deliver an order. I, Victoria Castellano, was to take my illegitimate half-sister Isabella’s place, to marry the comatose heir of the rival Moretti family and secure a truce. I didn’t cry. I laid my kid gloves on his polished desk and made my three demands. Sever all ties. My mother’s entire legacy. And give my bodyguard, Nicholas, to Isabella. Everyone knew my obsession with him. I loved him until I overheard the truth. He was the hidden Rossi heir, undercover only to protect his precious Isabella. Every time he’d saved my life, he was just guarding his link to her. So I let him go. I won’t tell him I’m marrying someone else. And I’ll never tell him that three years ago, in Lake Tahoe’s freezing depths, the lips that breathed life back into a drowning man—the memory that haunts him—weren’t Isabella’s. They were mine.

When Elowen learned that she had been switched at birth, that her life as a princess was nothing more than a mistake, she quietly accepted her fate. She accepted being treated as an error. Accepted being hurt so deeply that even crying had to be done in secret. She believed she would fade away like this — silently, unnoticed, forgotten. Until one day — when despair pushed her to the edge — she felt a faint chill, as if someone were standing behind her, protecting her without a word. From that moment on, Elowen knew she was no longer alone. — Adrian survived a horrific car accident. His body lay motionless in a hospital bed, while his soul became bound to a wounded girl he had never known. He couldn’t hold her. Couldn’t shield her from harm. Yet when she was starved, warm food appeared in her drawer. When she was bullied, her tormentors met with inexplicable accidents. When she curled up crying in the dead of night, an invisible hand gently rested on her forehead—so tender it hurt. Adrian was there. Quieter than any living person. He witnessed every wound, remembered every tear, every trembling breath she tried to suppress. Affection grew in silence—slowly, carefully—as if one careless step closer would cause the girl to shatter. One was alive, yet denied a life. One was dead, yet still learning how to protect someone. Some forms of protection need no light. Some kinds of love cannot be touched. — Then one day, Elowen spoke seriously to her “Ms. Ghost”: Elowen: “Ms. Ghost, if you’re lonely…” “Maybe you could bond with a male ghost.” “I’d give you my blessing.” Adrian: … Then the “Ms. Ghost” coldly placed a hand on her forehead. Adrian: “Call me Mr. Ghost.”

On the day Andrew Zelenski confesses his feelings to the pretty transfer student, everyone thinks I'll break down. They expect me to come running while crying and trying to stop him. I don't show up even after he confesses, though. Andrew has no idea that while he's busy confessing, I'm wearing his roommate's hoodie and sitting on his roommate's bed. I look at his roommate innocently and ask, "How are we going to sleep tonight now that I've wet your bed?" Spencer Lithgow looks away from me as his Adam's apple bobs. He throws a towel at me. "Go dry your hair. You can sleep once I've changed the sheets."

"The property management fee this month comes to 1,500 dollars. Please make the payment whenever you're free." I notice my husband's phone screen lighting up on the dining table. After glancing at it, I grabbed it immediately. "The management must have gotten it wrong. Our apartment's fee is 28 dollars per month." That's when Liam Moore shoots up to his feet and reaches out to snatch his phone back. "Yeah, they must have gotten it wrong. I'll text the person in charge and explain everything to him." But I've already tapped into the link, which shows me the details of the property that's being charged. It's Cloudridge Villa, and the property deed owner is… Matilda Shaw. The young housekeeper who's currently cooking in the kitchen is also Matilda Shaw. My mind buzzes loudly instantly. While the three of us have to make do with a tiny, rundown replacement housing that's provided by the government, Liam, my own husband, has actually bought a villa for Matilda.

Why is the world so cruel?” Nora had spent fifteen years of her life being the perfect daughter, obedient, loyal, and silent. She cooked, cleaned, and sacrificed her dreams to please her father, believing love was something she could earn through pain. But on the day of the will reading, her world shattered. Every property, every piece of her father’s empire, was left to her younger sister. All Nora got was a letter with three empty words: “Forgive me, Nora.” With nowhere to go and nothing to live for, she finds herself entangled with Adrian Cole, the city’s most arrogant billionaire playboy, a man known for breaking hearts, not healing them. He’s everything she swore to avoid: proud, dangerous, and emotionally untouchable. But when their paths collide, secrets unfold, secrets that link their families, their pain, and their pasts in ways neither expected. What starts as a cruel game of seduction soon turns into a storm of emotions neither of them can control. He played her heart... Until he realized she was the only one who could break his.

When Nate Carter is attacked at Blackridge University, he wakes up changed stronger, faster. But control isn’t easy especially after he is seized by the cold, possessive leader of the silver Kieran Drew. Caught between terror of the monster inside him and the risk of not being in a pack, Nate has no choice but to rely on the one person he should presumably fear most: Kieran, the pack’s brutal future Alpha. Kieran should consider Nate as a liability. Instead, he can’t let him go. Protective to the point of obsession, Kieran is drawn to Nate in ways he can’t explain or control. But as Lycans, feral abominations born of twisted power, rise to wage war, Nate becomes both the pack’s greatest risk and its only hope. As secrets unravel and blood is spilled, Nate must learn to wield the power he never wanted while trying to grasp the perilous link building between him and Kieran. Because in a world where wolves are governed by instinct and obsession, love could be the most dangerous power of all.