Mark Reyes

Mark Carlson and I had been a secret couple for three years. He was nothing but my boss at work. But at home, he treated me however he pleased, with no regard for my feelings. One day, I noticed him researching marriage. My heart leapt with joy. I prepared my proof of identity and other relevant documents, thinking he was finally ready, but he went to the marriage registration office with another woman. "You're married now. You should clean up things at home quickly,” one of his friends said, grinning. "Yeah, I should. But honestly, she does not have to leave entirely,” Mark replied with a smirk. I watched as everyone laughed, their faces filled with delight. Tears streamed down my face as I turned away. I pulled out my phone and called my childhood friend, Andy Selton. "You wanted to marry me, didn't you?” I asked, my voice trembling. Later, two weddings were held on the same day. Mark's face filled with regret as he stared at my wedding photo with Andy. In the middle of his ceremony, he left his bride behind and drove to find me. But by then, I was already married to my husband!

Mark is the only one to survive birth and be born as a half-human, half-demon. He has to find the people after him, fight a war, keep his sister safe, deal with teenage hormones, and somehow survive it all.

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 **

Inibig ni Tyler Vin Callistar ang anak ng mga Reyes upang makakuha ng information at maipaghiganti ang ama nito. Ngunit hindi ito nagtagumpay dahil nabigo ito at nahulog wng loob sa babae. nalaman ni Triana na ginagamit lamang siya ni Tyler noong nadiskubre niyang anak ng mga Callistar si Tyler. Naisip ni Triana na iwan ang lalaki ngunit siya ay pinagbantaan ni Tyler na ipapakulong nito ang ama niya kapag iniwan niya ang lalaki. Sa pagsunod ni Triana ay tila naging slave siya ni Tyler, ngunit sadyang mahal siya ni Tyler kaya nagawa niyang iblockmail si Triana.

Scarlet Reyes a shy young girl who only has a few friends Jenna and Skylar. She lives with her mother while her father abandoned them after a one night stand. Zane Micheal Black the badboy of Oak tree high and feared by many in all of Baja Despite being young. He likes being with different women including scarlet's best friend Jenna What happens when he finds out that he is mated to a simple human girl while he hates the idea of having a mate much less a human! and what happens when the simple human girl turns out to be something he wasn't expecting. Will sparks ignite between the two or will they go their separate ways

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.

In a divided world where witches, demons, elves, and humans live under fragile peace, a young witch named Seraphina Vale discovers a forbidden power within her blood a power that once destroyed kingdoms. When Seraphina saves a wounded stranger during a night raid, she unknowingly crosses paths with Prince Kael, heir to the Demon Throne. Their encounter awakens an ancient curse known as the Bloodbound Mark, binding their fates together. As word spreads of the mark’s return, witch councils, demon lords, and human hunters all begin hunting her believing her death will prevent another war. Haunted by visions of a powerful witch from centuries past, Seraphina flees with her friend Lira, only to learn her magic is mutating beyond control. Forced into an uneasy alliance with Kael, she discovers that the mark connects them not as enemies, but as halves of one prophecy a curse meant to either unite or destroy all realms. As the world prepares for war, Seraphina is betrayed by her own kind and hunted by Demon Hunters led by the relentless Captain Ryn. Meanwhile, Kael hides a devastating secret: his father, King Azarel, plans to use Seraphina’s blood to merge the demon and human worlds forever. Torn between loyalty and love, Kael risks everything to protect her even as the curse begins consuming them both.

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!"

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.