Monster House Constance Nebbercracker

"......VOICES IN MY HEAD AND THEY WON'T STOP TALKING...." "....AND OURS IS A LOVE THAT HAPPENS ONCE IN A LIFETIME..." Young, handsome Daniel Winchester shows up in small and quiet Riverside. Rumors are flying about the new comer in town. Josie Geronimo is intruiged by the new teacher in her community high school. She desire to unravel the mystery behind the stormy clouds in his eyes; she must lose some innocence during this quest. Life is determined to play a fast one on her as she descovers Daniel's old identity. Daniel is captured by the innocent young girl giving him so much attention, he's scared not to hurt her, he's scared to love her. Still, this is a love that comes once in a lifetime; they must grab and harness it to the fullest. The road is rough, dark and scary, yet, Daniel and Josie must travel this path to reach each other.

Elena was kicked out and banished from her pack after becoming pregnant with someone her pack thought wasn't her mate. She decided to reach out to him when she realized her son needed a father and the suffering was too much for her, but he rejected her and made her suffer even more.She was abandoned in the bush with her son until fate brought Mateo to her, and love united them. Their true identities, however, were unknown to them.The werewolves started looking for the face behind the masked monster that had been terrifying the entire city. They were astonished to learn that the survival of their community was dependent on the Luna, whom they had exiled from their territory. The journal message from the sorcerer She is a rogue whore, a destined child, with an unfinished golden mark on her right palm. To fulfill her destiny, she has to find the person who has the identical mark; only then can the monster be destroyed. Will they ever find her? What will happen to their relationship after they discover their true identities? Would she kill the mother of the one she loves in order to save the pack that expelled her? A terrifying werewolf romance story filled with mystery and intrigue  

“Dominic—” I breathed, trying to push him away, but he was stronger. His arms closed around me like a vise, and before I could stop him, his mouth found the curve of my neck. Soft. Demanding. Devastating. I gasped, the fight bleeding out of me as his lips grazed the sensitive skin of my neck just below my ear, sending molten shivers down my spine. “Don’t fight me, Selene,” he murmured against my skin. “You don’t have to fight me.” My hands trembled where they clutched his shirt. Oh God, Oh God. *** When Selene walks in on her husband cheating with the woman she once called her best friend, her world shatters. One reckless night leads her into the arms of a mysterious stranger—only to discover he’s Dominic Lancaster, her ex-husband’s powerful and ruthless older brother. Dominic has his own reasons for seeking revenge against his younger brother, and he makes Selene a bold offer: marry him, give him an heir, and together, they’ll destroy the man who wronged them both. But as the lines between their arrangement and real emotions begin to blur, Selene realizes she may have made a deal with the devil himself. And the biggest secret of all? She’s already carrying his child.

One betrayal shattered Evangeline’s perfect world. Now she’s alone, abandoned, and clinging to the last thing she can’t afford to lose—her career. But fate isn't finished breaking her yet. The new CEO isn't just a ruthless billionaire with a cold stare that cuts through bone. He’s something more. Something savage. Something hungry. Her blood calls to him like a forbidden song. Her scent drives him feral. And once a predator like him catches a scent, he never lets go. He wants her beneath him. He wants her screaming his name. He wants her soul... marked by his teeth and bound to his darkness. Evangeline thought she could survive heartbreak. She thought she could survive betrayal. But how do you survive a monster who was made to own you? She ran from love. She ran from pain. But no one runs from the Alpha. And now... Evangeline belongs to him.

I didn’t ask for a new family, and I certainly didn’t expect to meet them..the two dangerous, devastatingly hot biker Alphas my mother married into. They’re rough, possessive, and rule the roads with iron fists. And now, they’ve come home. They barely speak to me. They keep their distance. But their eyes burn. And when the truth unravels—that I’m their destined mate everything shatters. Now I’m caught in a web of forbidden desire, biker wars, and a bond I can’t escape. I was just a girl trying to survive her mother’s reckless choices. Now I’m the obsession of two ruthless Alphas who would burn the world for me. And I’m not sure I want to stop them.

This book contains graphic violence, explicit sexual content, scenes of coercion and assault, and intense emotional trauma. It is not for the faint-hearted. If you are sensitive to dark, disturbing, or triggering content, please proceed with care. This is a tale of obsession, survival, and forbidden craving, unfiltered, and haunting. Reader discretion is not just advised, it’s essential. *** He bought her to break her. But she just might be the one to break him. Sold to the cruelest Alpha in the land, Valentina is nothing more than an Omega, broken,owned. Ryker wants revenge. Her parents took his sister’s life, and now he’s taking hers, piece by piece. Every punishment is fueled by his pain. Every glance hides a fury and something far more dangerous: desire. But Valentina isn't the girl he expected. And Ryker isn’t the monster he pretends to be. As secrets unravel and past sins resurface, Valentina must decide if freedom is worth the cost or if the chains she wants to escape are the very ones tying her to a love she was never meant to find.

My boyfriend refuses to accompany me to the airport to pick my mother up, but he later rams into my car from behind in my new Maybach. He looks at my secondhand car and wraps an arm around the young woman beside him, who looks frightened. He says, "It's just a rusty old Volkswagen Beetle! So what if I've crashed into it? I can afford to pay for the damages!" The crowd praises him for being handsome and rich. With his back to them, he warns, "This is the woman my mom wants me to date. I'm just playing along for her sake. Don't make things embarrassing for me." I nod understandingly and tell the young woman, "Since you like collecting trash so much, you can have both him and the car. I'll have my lawyer send you the bill." Now, my boyfriend panics. He looks devastated as he hangs around outside my company all day, begging me to give him another chance.

I was in a car accident on my way to my son, Nathan’s piano competition. Ignoring my injuries, I limped to the venue just in time for the awards ceremony. Nathan won the gold medal. With excitement shining in his eyes, he ran toward me. But as I smiled at him, he turned and placed the medal around the neck of my husband’s first love, Janine Beck. My husband of ten years, Christopher Frost, looked at me with irritation. “Look at what you’re wearing! You’re filthy, like a beggar,” he said cruelly. “Don’t come to Nathan’s celebration dinner tonight—he’s embarrassed by you!” I stayed silent and went alone to the hospital to have my injuries checked. Later, I returned to the villa, drenched in the rain, only to find the doors locked against me. I knocked on the door in the pouring rain for the entire night. At dawn, when the first light broke across the sky, I sent Christopher a message: [Let’s get a divorce. As you wish, I will no longer be an eyesore in your lives.]

In the dark of night, they come to life. Whispers through haunted tombs. Cackles beneath a dreaded moon. Malevolent spirits from the twisted mind. Be mindful of whose door you knock on. A reaper may greet you. For those that care of Halloween scare, abandon intent and take the dare.

On my son’s birthday, my husband had asked his first love to pick our son up from our home. While I stubbornly refused to let him go, a huge fire broke out in the hallway during our standoff. I was struck by falling debris, and blood started streaming from my head. However, my son was unharmed as he lay beneath me. My husband, who was a firefighter, came forward to rescue us. But he handed the only gas mask he had to his first love. “Miss Leia has a weaker constitution. Dad, please get her out first. Mom, wait for the other firefighters to save you!” I watched them leave with a faint, bitter smile. It appeared that they had both forgotten my severe asthma and the fact that I would die without a gas mask.