Mark Reyes

“Go quickly, mark her. Her wolf still recognizes you as their mate.” His mother persuaded. Olivia’s life changes when she discovers she is mated to the alpha of her pack who is already set to mark another prepared for him by his mother as his chosen mate and luna. With Olivia's life on the line, Rowan ignores her cry for help. He abandons her to go spend time with his chosen mate who framed Olivia, putting her life at risk. Olivia is saved by a Lycan Prince who would readily give her everything she had always desired. Rowan panics as he loses Olivia to the Lycan Prince. What will happen when the Prince finds out that his mate is being captured and held against her own wish by her ex-mate?

On the night of the Blood Moon Pack's grand ceremony, my Alpha fiancé Ethan solemnly announced before all pack members that we would soon complete our lifelong marking. The pack's blessings surged toward us like a tide. My face flushed red as I pressed against his strong chest, which carried the scent of pine. Suddenly, a figure blocked the moonlight at the temple entrance. Ivy, my friend who had vanished five years ago, stepped inside, accompanied by a pup with eyes like stars. Ignoring everyone's gaze, she walked straight toward us. Her collar slowly slipped down, revealing a deep Alpha bite mark on her neck. Under the moonlight, that mark was as shocking as a brand. "Lucas, come to meet your father."

Hazel, a weak omega, comes across Alpha Austin on Thanksgiving. He is beautiful, manly, with a gaze that could make any omega's heart flutter. And she fell hard. She decided to take her feelings to the grave because she knew that he wouldn't even take a look at her. But when Austin is suddenly rejected by his long-time girlfriend, and a mishap sends Hazel straight into his arms, he leaves her with the tingling sensation of a mate's mark on her neck and announces her as his mate. Hazel is forced to agree, but even as she watches herself in the mirror, the mate mark staring right back at her, she knows deep down that his mate is someone else. Someone...who wants the position just as much as she does, and would do anything to get it.

Tall, handsome and dangerous. That is how Willow Jones would describe the Lycan King, Kane Madden. Willow is a witch who came here to investigate her aunt's death. But her path leads to the Lycan King, and the fire ignites immediately. Kane wants to love her, but God plays a cruel game. He already has a mate. Kane vows to never mark Willow, never claim her as his mate, and in an act of sheer desperation tries to run away from her. But The Fates that weaved events to bring them together in the first place are not that easily defied, and soon Willow finds her way back into his life. *** "What do you want from me?”he asks. "Do you want to be my little piece on the side? Hm?--" he narrows his eyes at me --"do you want my mark? Be my hidden mate? Or do you want me to abjure my mate and take you instead?” "What? Did I say any of that? No! I mean--” "You don't get it do you?--”he throws the plates in the sink, shattering them --"Don't you think I want my mate? That I want to feel whole for the first time in thirteen years? If I thought we could make it work somehow, I'd mark you in a heartbeat." ** Cover Designed by GetCovers **

During a company retreat to Colmar, I found out my boyfriend was going to propose at sunset, surrounded by colleagues. Instead, in the golden light, he dropped to one knee with a ring in hand in front of someone else. “Lana, I’m ready to be the father of your child. Will you marry me?” Lana, the woman Mark had loved for ten years, his unforgettable first love. I stared at the two, watching them embrace. Then I quietly turned away, booked myself a trip three days out, and went home for an arranged date. A year later, I ran into him again when I returned to the country. Mark’s eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed my wrist. “Rosie, you’re finally back. Don’t leave me again…”

A babe reached out to feel her neck. She recalled the “love mark” that was still bright in color. It won’t come off anytime soon because she knew it had only been a night since.

A week after I gave birth via C-section, Mark Whitman invited his friends over to celebrate the birth of our son. The crowd was boisterous—more than a dozen people. Not one of them bothered to remove their dirty shoes. The wooden floor was soon covered in muddy footprints. Mark came into the room and, without a hint of concern, ordered me out of bed. "Everyone's waiting outside. Don't just hide here and rest—you're embarrassing me in front of our guests." I had no choice but to push through the pain, forcing my body to prepare a huge meal for the large crowd, all on my own. When I carried the final bowl of steaming soup to the table, Lily Hoyte—whether intentionally or not—jabbed her hand against the wound on my abdomen. My hand trembled from the sudden pain, and the bowl slipped slightly, spilling the hot soup onto Lily's shoes. Mark's face darkened instantly. "What the heck did you do, Cammy? Lily rushed here right after her plane landed from overseas to see our son, and this is how you treat her?" The crowd quickly chimed in. "Come on, Cammy, no need to be so petty." "Mark and Lily grew up together. If there was really something between them, do you think you'd even be here now?" "Do you even know how much those shoes cost? They're limited edition—easily over ten thousand dollars. And you just ruined them." Lily stood up awkwardly, her eyes misting with tears. "If Cammy doesn't like me," she said softly, "then I'll leave. I don't want to be a bother." But Mark grabbed her hand in an exaggerated display of protection, his voice harsh as he turned to me. "Wipe Lily's shoes clean. Right now." His partiality for Lily made something sharp twist in my chest. My lips quivered as I fought back tears. "The wound on my stomach hasn't healed yet. I can't bend over." At that, his expression grew colder. "Don't use childbirth as an excuse. If you can't bend over, then kneel and wipe them. And if you won't, get out of my house!"

The things between truth and lies, honesty and secrets, trust and doubt. We surround ourselves with the right people and good people. People we trust and most of all, people we think they deserve to be a part of our lives. Truth can be manipulate. Lies can destroy. Trust can easy to break. Honesty can set aside. Secrets can keep you guilty. Doubt can bring out your fears. But what if your life of truth is full of lies, and those persons who you trust are keeping secrets and what if your life of honesty turn into doubt. I am Divina Clare Reyes and this is my story, life that I thought full of truth, full of trustworthy and honest people but it turned out to be full of lies and secrets.

Layla Reyes wasn’t looking to be noticed. New to Maple Hill High, she only wanted to keep her head down, finish senior year, and forget the mess she left behind in Chicago. But then she meets Jayden Carter—a quiet artist with soulful eyes and a sketchpad full of secrets. What starts as a simple school project soon becomes something deeper, richer, and more complicated than either of them expected. Just as they begin to open up, Layla’s past crashes into her present, threatening to undo everything she and Jayden were building. Can two people still healing learn to trust each other with more than just paint and poetry? Or will they stay stuck in the space between what almost was… and what could be?

Jonas Ezekiel Martin sets his standard in dating a woman. He prefers to date a decent one. He doesn't like her to be a party girl, reckless and wild. Then he meets Etincelle Joy Reyes- the opposite of his dream girl who will wreck his standards in love. Etincelle Joy Reyes doesn't like the idea of a family. For her, babies will only stop her from doing the things she used to do. Babies will restrict her and will only give her responsibility. But something happens between Jonas and Etincelle that night! A one night stand that changes their lives forever. Welcome to motherhood! Will she be able to be a good mother? Can she still pursue her dreams despite her responsibility to her child?