Romans & histoires Luffy Snaps

In the shadowy pine forests of Silvercrest, Colorado, the Moonfang and Ironclaw packs have been at each other’s throats for as long as anyone can remember. Lena Carter has grown up in the middle of that hatred and she’s had enough. She’s wild, stubborn, and dreams of running far from pack politics… until a peace summit throws her straight into the path of Adrian Holt, the cold, untouchable Alpha of Ironclaw. They should hate each other. They do hate each other. But when the mate bond snaps into place, the pull is instant and dangerous. Dragged into a deadly conspiracy, haunted by secrets, and torn between love and loyalty, Lena and Adrian’s connection is tested at every turn. With memories stolen, alliances shattered, and a prophecy hanging over them, they have two choices: destroy each other… or fight together for a future that could save or doom them all.

“But… you…” My voice breaks in half. “You told me I was the only one for you.” “I lied. She’s pregnant with my child.” He adds in a low voice and something snaps in my chest. My eyes go over to Harriet who nods at me with a wicked smile perched on her lips. Her hand is on her belly, gently caressing it. “That’s why I have to reject you right now, to officially break our mate-bond, so that I can mark Harriet as mine.”... Betrayed by her family and her mate, wolf-less Willow thought her life could not get any worse until she was told she was being offered as a bride to the cursed Lycan King who was known to give the mark of death. Five betrothed brides had died before her... Was Willow was about to be the sixth?

Layla is a human slave who is mocked for being useless, ugly, overweight, and completely insignificant. She should never have been anywhere near the wolves’ sacred mating ritual, but one wrong turn drops her right in the middle of it. And, of course, she unknowingly sits in the one place no wolf dares to go: beside the infamous Cursed Alpha Prince. Scarred. Cold. Silent. Lucian Stark is the Alpha King’s undefeated warrior. A wolf so feared that even the King watches his steps around him. The moment their eyes meet, the mate bond snaps to life. The kingdom freezes in horror. A human slave? Mated to him? To the monster whose last nineteen mates died before the next full moon? Unluckily, Layla becomes the twentieth. So now the only question that matters is…Will she survive what none of the others could, or is she already living on borrowed time?

He lost his mate. She lost her past. Now fate is forcing them together… and someone wants her dead. Lyra wakes in a strange territory, blood on her hands and no memory of who she is. The only thing she knows? The dangerously cold Alpha watching her like she doesn’t belong. Kael doesn’t believe in second chances. His first mate is gone and so is the part of him that could love again. But when Lyra crosses his border, something in him snaps back to life. She’s not just a rogue.She’s a threat.She’s a bond fate never intended.And someone in the shadows will kill to keep her truth buried. Can they survive the secrets tying them together or will this forbidden bond destroy them both?

My dormmate, Summer Lodge, always uses heavy-duty electrical appliances to cook in our dorm. I kindly remind her that it's a fire hazard and that she'll get a demerit if the college finds her out, but she snaps at me and tells me to mind my own business. One day, her oven bursts into flames and burns one of our dormmates—the daughter of an affluent family—to death. When the college investigates the matter to apportion the blame, Summer and another dormmate push the blame on me. I'm expelled and cyberbullied. My dead dormmate's boyfriend even comes after me for revenge. He shoves me and my family into the furnace at a crematorium. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day when Summer decides to make a meal with the oven.

Four vampire princes. One Omega they were never supposed to crave. Ezra grew up in a house built on power, violence, and secrets. To the outside world, the four brothers who raised him were untouchable—beautiful monsters born into wealth and feared by everyone around them. But behind closed doors, they were starving. And Ezra was the reason they survived. His blood keeps the vampire brothers stable. Sane. Alive. For years, he endured their hunger, their control, their growing obsession with him… until he finally escaped. Running was supposed to free him. Instead, it made them dangerous. Because the moment Ezra returns, the bond between them snaps tighter than ever. What started as dependence has become something far worse... something possessive, addictive, and impossible to resist. They don’t just need his blood anymore. They need him.

I rush into work this morning and accidentally send the car photos meant for the dealership into the medical intern group chat. The new intern snaps at me. "Dr. Tyson, why are you sending me pictures of my car? Are you jealous and trying to steal attention?" I stop short and ask if she has mixed things up, because the car is mine. She fires back with a whole stack of photos of herself driving a G-class with one hand, plus videos to prove the car in my picture belongs to her. She even tacks on a snide little jab. "You're a shameless, broke wannabe. You want any spotlight you can grab. You think a picture of a car is going to make you the lady of the Reed family?" I frown and turn to my husband, Jackson Reed. "Since when does the Reed family have a second lady of the house?"

Clayton Amos finally agrees to marry me during my fifth year as the antagonist of a novel. On the day of my wedding, the chandelier in the middle of the hall suddenly snaps and falls. At the most critical moment, he shoves me aside and runs over to protect Gladys Dawson, the protagonist of the novel, and his first love. Clayton's arm is slashed as a result, and blood pours out of the wound, dyeing his pristine white suit red. Meanwhile, Gladys remains unharmed in his arms. I hold a hand against the bleeding wound on my neck and finally accept the fact that Clayton never loved me. This is when the system appears and asks me, "Hailey Paltrow, would you like to abort your mission now?" I nod in silent response. "Since he's going to end up losing all four of his limbs and ultimately wish for death, I'll let him have it."

“Fuck me, Dante.” He was my uncle. Not by blood, but by name, by family, by everything that should’ve kept me safe from him. Instead, it made me his obsession. Dante Martinez—consigliere of the Italian mafia, the man who could dismantle empires with a single glance. One family dinner. One lingering gaze across the table. One move into his penthouse that became my undoing. He warned me not to test him. I ignored him. He promised he’d break me if I kept pushing. I pushed harder. Now I know what it means when a monster decides to love you—when his control snaps and you’re dragged into the darkness he rules. He says I’m his ruin. But Dante was never my salvation. He was always the sin I was born to crave.

In a luxury boutique, a male influencer and I are eyeing the same watch. I'm about to give it up when I hear the salesperson yell at me in a shrill voice, "Get your filthy hands off it right now! Mr. Parr saw it first. How dare you compete with him? He's an important customer of our store!" I freeze and see Alan Parr staring at me with utter disgust, his arms crossed. "You think a country bumpkin like you deserves that watch? Do you even know how much its accessories cost? A pauper like you definitely can't afford it!" he snaps, then holds up a card and signs the receipt. However, the name he signs is my wife's. The supplementary card he's holding is the one I gave my wife for her allowance.