Mackenzie Ziegler 2024 Novels & Stories

Five years after finding out what she is, Bella Mackenzie spent this years knowing nothing but hate and scorn, treated as an outcast by even her own family "Wait for mate and end this curse. "That was Bella's notion until the night of her step-sister's ritual ceremony and the one who was supposed to love despises her like no other, her mate. Sold for a price to Alpha Damien, her supposed mate, Bella has a new identity in the Bloodbath pack, 'slave and property of the cold blooded mafia alpha. Despite being under the mercy of the notorious alpha of all, Bella is determined to make him acknowledge her as his mate, but Damien already made a vow to make her suffer, for trying to deceive him with her manipulative stealer powers. What will happen when destiny plays its role in their lives? Or maybe her destiny is cursed too, and at the end of the tunnel there is nothing but darkness. ***** "Brace up stealer, you have a lot coming your way." He moved back and crossed his arms behind him, his face morphed into a plain emotionless look. "Tonight you'll be initiated into the pack, then you begin your duty as my slave."

I no longer deliver meals to my husband, Zachary Smith—the man who became the factory manager after receiving a scholarship that brought him to the city—since my rebirth. I even make sure to detour using the gate at the factory's north side whenever he uses the southern gate after he finishes his meetings. In my past life, I was fully aware he took me as his wife—a humble country woman—just for the chance to move to the city. Yet, I insisted on becoming his wife, anyway. After all, I was convinced that a person's true affections could be earned and nurtured. Yet, Zachary maintained a constant, formal distance throughout our marriage. He would simply offer me a book the moment I attempted to bridge the gap, saying, "You should study more so that you don't continually attract people's contempt." I got emboldened by the drink as I threw my arms around him, yet he merely accepted the embrace rigidly, whispering, "It's just what married couples do." It wasn't until decades later, as I lay on my deathbed, that I discovered the heartbreaking words in his autobiography. In it, he stated that our entire marriage was like being trapped in a mire and that he never wanted to be with me again if he were to ever be reborn. I felt a searing pain tearing through my heart as I closed my eyes in devastating anguish. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back at the point in time when the gossip about Zachary and Juliana Ziegler, the factory's technician who studied abroad, first began to spread. In this life, I choose not to fight or cause drama. Instead, I am the one who brings up the divorce.

TAYLOR MACKENZIE At first, I wanted to run away from my life, but I met him, Diego Salvatore. He trained me, helped me become stronger so I can avenge those who hurt me. At first it was clearly business until that night. And now, I want more nights with him, more days with him. This wasn't right, it'll drift me from my vengeance journey, but Diego Salvatore was my man, my very own. However, I'm torn between my hatred towards his father who caused I and my father pain, and his love for me. What's it going to be? Love sex or revenge? DIEGO SALVATORE. Taylor was just a nanny, a fucking nanny but somehow she's managed to cloud my thoughts, my visions, my mind and most importantly, my life. I was drunk that day and she walked in, playing her servant duties and yes I felt like having a woman by my side, she seemed to coorporate and we had sex. It was sex, everyone does it. However, Taylor's was different. It was supposed to end there but it didn't, I wanted more with her, I wanted so badly to be with her, over and over. It's fucking killing me, Taylor will be the end of me, but she's just a nanny, why does her presence makes me horny? Maybe she was bought by my father but she's mine and I wouldn't let anyone near or hurt her, not even my own father....

After getting remarried, I put my husband, Steven Graham, on the family's service roster at a rate of ten thousand dollars an hour. His childhood sweetheart, Julie Ziegler, heard about it and signed a long-term contract without a second thought. Four months later, the balance in my offshore account had climbed to nearly a million dollars. On our wedding anniversary, Steven was supposed to spend the day with me. Then Julie called. Her dog had suddenly gotten sick, and she asked him to go to her. I didn't get angry. I simply sent her an encrypted message. [Don't forget to transfer the payment on time. Late fees will be charged separately.] Later, when I had an attack of appendicitis, Steven sped through the city to take me to an underground clinic. Halfway there, the encrypted communicator rang again. Julie's voice came through the speaker. "Steven, it's raining. I forgot my umbrella. Can you come pick me up?" The car fell silent. I said nothing. I pulled a black umbrella from the hidden compartment, shoved it into his arms, unlocked the passenger door, and gestured for him to pull over. Steven looked at my pale face. The veins on the back of his hand stood out slightly. For once, he seemed reluctant. I opened the door and was immediately drenched by the rain. I turned around and said one last thing. "Just make sure she transfers the money on time." Even on our daughter Nora Graham's birthday, Julie's call hit right on schedule. "Steven, can you come with me to a kennel event tomorrow? All the family representatives are bringing dates. If I show up alone, I'll seem inadequate." Steven gripped the communicator and hesitated as he glanced at our daughter, who was placing candles on her birthday cake. Without even looking up, Nora picked up a piece of cake with her fork and said, "Dad, make sure that lady pays. Since it's a special occasion today, charge double."

"I can't do this no more. I'm leaving you, Rupert Peter Myrie," Tasha said, her heart thudding in her chest. He turned, locking his eyes with hers, but she didn't flinch. Rupert snorted softly, his footsteps slow and deliberate as he approached, each breath husky, each movement heavy until he stood just an inch away. "Tee, you must be really angry for you to be calling me by my full name." "Stick to the point," she said, turning her face from his intimidating gaze. "I want to end things with you." Her voice trembled, but she forced the words out. He closed the space between them. "You want to end things with me?" His voice dropped. "Who teaching you this 'strong woman' crap?" He wrapped his arms around her, gently rocking her and pulling her to his chest. "The only way I'll ever let you leave me... is in a body bag." ****** After escaping a toxic relationship and years of being controlled, Tasha Mackenzie finds herself under the protection of Joseph Grind, America's most feared Mafia boss. He’s cold-blooded. Untouchable. And hiding a secret darker than his empire: he's also the Alpha of the Stinging Vipers werewolf pack. As Tasha is pulled into his dangerous world, she learns the man protecting her has a fiancée he claims is just a business deal. But how can she trust a man feared by an entire country, let alone love him? Can Tasha survive the war between her heart and his secrets... or will loving a monster destroy her for good?

Standing in a bridal suite in an ivory gown with a reception roaring beyond the doors, the last thing she remembers is a prison floor, a half-moon, and dying. Valerie Hart is thirty-two years old, and she has just been given back her life. Not the life she deserved but the one that was stolen from her by Anthony Lead, the charming, calculating billionaire's son who pursued her for two years, married her in the grandest ceremony the city had ever seen, and within weeks manipulated her into signing away her entire inheritance. What followed was three years of abuse, a false criminal charge, six years of imprisonment, and a death on a cold prison floor that she never deserved. But she begged the universe for one more chance. And the universe said yes. Now it is June 5th, 2024, her wedding day; the shares are still in her name, and she remembers everything. Every lie. Every betrayal. Every person who destroyed her. This time Valerie plays an entirely different game. She manages Anthony's ego with surgical precision while secretly building her escape, launching a business empire, fortressing her inheritance behind legal walls he cannot see, and publicly ending the marriage in December 2024. Then she does something nobody anticipates. She pursues Adrian Lead, Anthony's brilliantly, quietly powerful elder brother, the man she already knows is destined to inherit everything. What begins as strategy becomes something neither of them planned for. As Adrian falls for the one woman always three moves ahead of every room, Valerie realizes revenge was never going to be enough. She wants to actually live. Justice. On her terms. In her time.

During the outdoor orientation boot camp, Wanda Lawson, the daughter of the richest tycoon, suddenly suffered from a heart attack. She collapsed to the ground and went through a seizure, her complexion bluish-gray. My boyfriend, Joseph Jensen, the drill instructor of the boot camp, overheard my pretentious roommate, Ella Ziegler, murmur, "She's usually fine, so why is she suddenly suffering from some sort of attack when it's time for the drills to start? She must be faking it in order to laze around!" Because of those assumptions, Joseph kicked the medication that Wanda managed to pull out of her pocket into the nearby river. "Get lost if you want to play dead! Don't drag us down with you!" I quickly dived into the river and scooped the medication out. Thanks to my efforts, Wanda's life was saved. Her father was enraged when he found out about the news and wanted to hold someone responsible. With tears streaking down my face, I begged Wanda to not expose Joseph. She nodded quietly to me. Joseph narrowly escaped the judgment. But Ella was expelled by the university right away for her malicious and provocative words. She even had a permanent stain of poor conduct marking her record. On the third day after Ella returned to her village, her family forced her to marry an older man who had remained single for far too long because of his violent temperament. Wanda's father was grateful to me for saving Wanda's life, so he listed me into the list of beneficiaries of his family's trust fund. The amount of money I received was second only to Wanda's portion. On the night news of Ella getting beaten to death by her husband got out, Joseph lovingly invited me to the place we first met so that we could go hiking. When I stood on the steep slope of the mountain, Joseph suddenly snatched the backpack filled with supplies, which included a life-saving whistle, from me. Then, he shoved me off the slope. "Why must you be such a busybody? If you never saved Wanda, she wouldn't have been able to testify against Ella because she'd have died! A murderer like you should just die!" Having broken my spine from the fall, I ended up dying at the foot of the mountain. After my death, not only Joseph got to receive the trust fund thanks to his relationship to me as my fiance, but he also began sponsoring low-income students by using Ella's namesake. That was how he reaped both wealth and reputation in one go. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Wanda suffers from the heart attack.

“I'm going to take you to the edge, kitten, and you're going to beg for more,” Axel whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down Amber's spine. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his. The intensity in his gaze made her pulse race. She felt his fingers dig into her hips, pulling her against his hardened body. “Is that a promise?” Amber whispered, her body already screaming to be touched. Axel's lips curled into a sly smile. “It's a warning.” Amber's heart skipped a beat as Axel's hands slid up her back, unzipping her dress. The fabric slipped off her shoulders, pooling around her feet. She stood before him, vulnerable yet unafraid. “Tonight, you're mine, little kitten,” **** Amber had always wished to have her brother’s infamous best friend since she was in high school but is hurt because he only treats her like a little sister. When Amber got admitted to college and moved in with her brother, she is surprised to see that her longtime crush was under the same roof. Her brother leaves for an important business, and she is left alone with this hot devil. She knew this was her chance to get him, and she wasn’t ready to screw it. Axel had always loved Amber but knew she was off bounds because she was his best friend’s sister, but when she is left in his care, he began to lose control. From stolen kisses to steamy sessions, he knew he was in trouble when he became addicted to this little kitten. ~~~ The Badboy’s Little Kitten is a two in one series… BOOK ONE: Stolen Moments: My Brother’s Best Friend BOOK TWO: Whispers Of Seduction: We Meet Again, Little Kitten Bask in the steam because it only gets hotter!!! ©️Purple Ink 2024