Menggambar Shotgun

Aurora’s family was on the verge of bankruptcy. Forced by circumstances, she entered a secret shotgun marriage with Leon Kingsley, a friend from her childhood with whom she has slowly drifted apart. Leon proposed to give Aurora a comfortable lifestyle if she would marry him to get his family off his back, manage his family obligations and ward off the advances of his admirers. Aurora agreed to a three-year fake marriage with him, wherein they maintain the illusion of a joyful couple in front of their family, friends and relatives, but everything goes haywire when Aurora’s rumored crush, Owen, along with Claire, the woman who holds a special place in Leon’s heart, return from overseas, sending ripples in the fake pair’s relationship, leading them to abandon all pretense of affection, reducing their marriage to a hollow performance. Aurora signed. “Leon, let’s get a divorce. It's time for us to find our own happiness.” Leon growled. “Not a chance! I’m not letting you go!”

Freya Xylla Hernaez's marriage to Phoenix Henderson was never meant to last. Forced into a shotgun wedding under the false belief she was pregnant, Freya quickly realized that she was just a wife on paper—ignored, mistreated, and unloved. Subjected to cruelty from his stepmother and stepsister and heartbroken watching him with other women, Freya’s resolve finally shattered. She made one desperate move, framing Phoenix into a one-night stand, and then left, disappearing with a signed divorce agreement. Six years later, she’s built a life in London with the two surprises Phoenix never knew about: their twins. But when Phoenix finds her and kidnaps one of the children to force her return to the Philippines, Freya is filled with fury. Determined to get her daughter back, she returns—this time armed with anger and a vow to exact revenge. Yet, amidst the fight, old feelings reignite, and a love that was never meant to be slowly begins to bloom again.

At my wedding, the giant screen that's supposed to show our photos suddenly switches to the groom's assistant's prenatal exam report. It clearly shows that he is the child's father. The assistant looks flustered and panicked as she rushes to apologize to me. The groom, on the other hand, stays perfectly calm and offers an explanation like it's no big deal. "I took pity on her because she got pregnant out of wedlock, so I went with her to the appointment and left my name. I'm going to be her kid's godfather, too." The day of her exam was also the day I went for my very first prenatal checkup. Everyone thinks I'll break down, but I simply reach up and tear off my veil. Then, I calmly schedule an abortion. "She really is pitiful, being pregnant without a partner by her side. She deserves this wedding more than I do." Then, I raise my champagne glass to congratulate him. "Congratulations to you both. May your shotgun wedding be a happy one, especially since it's happening with a bun in the oven."

When you are growing up adults usually tell you that you can be whatever you want to be, right?! I was told I would be a starving artist if I became what I wanted to be. I let their words become me. All their words. I let them dictate the person I became. I kept the real me to myself after so many years of their hatred for that person. I let little bits of my soul break away and die to keep their torment to a minimum. I learned to not rock the boat, just keep my head down and do as I was told. I was the party crasher on their life that never left. Until I shocked them when I did. Out on my own, I wasn’t as strong as I thought I was. I settled for the first “nice guy” to come along. That quickly fizzled out after a shotgun wedding. After a year alone I met Prince Charming #2 at a backyard BBQ. I didn’t know my jerk radar was still broken. Then out of nowhere, the one I had always thought was a jerk turned out to surprisingly be my Prince Charming. Being the man, I need in my life. He became everything I needed, and everything I didn’t know I wanted. Allowing me to grow and blossom as a person which inspires him to do the same. And we live happily ever after.

After being rescued from illegal experiments, Kiera Samuels returned to her pack. Things have changed. One of her high school bullies is Alpha, and she's not a wolf shifter. He's fine with her under his thumb, if she doesn't tell him about how difficult it is for her to live within his pack. How can you live when people fear you and hide their pups? You're uninvited to pack events at the last minute because of the fear. The frustration got to her, and she left the pack. Now, she lives in the neutral zone between her birth pack and their rivals. There's always drama happening between Alpha Dean Jonas and Alpha James Duncan. That's not new. This time war between the two alpha wolf shifters is looming and intensifying. Kiera, the Lycan, struggles daily with learning about herself and dealing with other people's delusions about her. These two male wolves are at her door. There's no romance, but there are a lot of vague threats. It gets worse for Kiera as the alphas compete to see who can claim her into their pack. Chaos erupts when Kiera disappears. Her home has broken windows, signs of shotgun blasts, no blood or scent trails, and two alphas accusing the other of kidnapping her. So, where is Kiera, and what is going on with Dean's mental state? Is James up to his old habit of playing loose with the rules for entertainment? Or is there another party involved in the shadows? Follow to find out if Kiera ever catches a break and keeps her sanity with these good, ole, boys playing games with her heart and body. Warning: Spicy, Explicit, Violence, Betrayal, and an Unhealthy Competiton

You think you've had a bad day? My name is Braddock Westfield, Billionaire Alpha (head werewolf) of the Crescent Moon pack I've searched for my fated mate for 22 years and finally conceded to the elders to choose a Luna to produce an heir. The night before our union my pack was attacked by rogues (werewolves with no pack, no morals, mostly criminals), we suffered no losses except my Gamma (Lead Warrior), who now we need to pick up 100 miles away in a small human town at a Diner. I receive a call as I pull into the parking lot, that my chosen mate has been kidnapped by rogues on her way to my pack. Pissed off, I enter the Diner, an intoxicating scent hits me and my wolf howls in my head "MATE" (22years of searching and on my Union Day, you find her). Two men crash threw the door inside the diner, yelling "Charlie get your ass out here now, we're not done with it yet." The old woman behind the counter grabs a shotgun and makes them leave. A waitress comes out bringing food and that intoxicating scent, my heart clenches when our eyes lock and our mate bond snaps tethering our hearts together, as I look at her broken nose, bruised face, split lip, swollen green glistening eyes. I need to get her to leave with us, promising to keep her safe, revealing I'm a psychiatrist with facilities, to help her rebuild her self-esteem and build her confidence to help her, move past her obvious trauma. Explaining she's a werewolf and I'm her fated mate and at least 20+ years older than her, that may be more challenging. Let's not forget, I now need to find my kidnapped chosen that I need to reject. All this before 9am.