Month Of June Mga Nobela at Kwento

Aria lived her whole life believing she was just an orphan, unwanted, forgotten, and painfully human. But the night she was dragged into the forest and bitten by the Alpha, everything changed. Shadows followed her, Dreams hunted her, Wolves bowed to her. What awakened inside her was not just a wolf… but four. Moon Wolf, Blood Wolf, Mind Wolf, Shadow Wolf. Each one powerful enough to rule a pack together powerful enough to destroy kingdoms. As her new abilities grow wild and uncontrollable, Aria discovers the truth buried in the darkness, she is the child prophesied to either end the world… or save it. A vessel created long ago, carrying a shadow planted inside her at birth, one that can swallow nations or reshape destiny. Hunted by enemies she has never seen, feared by wolves who sense the storm rising within her, and drawn to the Alpha whose bite awakened her fate, Aria must choose who she will become, The monster the world fears or the weapon it desperately needs. But power this great comes with a cost. And the shadows inside her are growing hungry.

Ten years ago, Seraphine was cast out in disgrace when her father was condemned for murdering the Alpha’s son. Now she’s back—stronger, deadlier, and hungry for the truth that destroyed her childhood. But the boy who once shared her secrets is now the ruthless Alpha who refuses to let her leave. Zephyr is convinced she’s returned for blood, and he’ll keep her caged before he lets her tear apart everything he’s built. What he doesn’t expect is the mate bond that ignites between them like wildfire. What she doesn’t expect is how much she still wants the man who never fought for her. Trapped together in a deadly game of dominance and desire, neither realizes that the real killer walks among them—watching, waiting, and willing to destroy them both to keep the past buried. Some betrayals cut deeper than claws. Some truths are worth dying for. And some mates are worth forgiving.

I loved him when he was poor. Then I disappeared. Now he’s a billionaire—and I work for him. He looks at me like I’m a mistake he never forgot. Cold. Untouchable. Unforgiving. He thinks I betrayed him for money. He doesn’t know I was paid to disappear to save his life. Every day, he punishes me with power. Every night, he protects me from enemies I can’t escape. I carry a truth that could destroy us both. And if he ever finds out why I really left… I don’t know if he’ll hate me forever— or never let me go again.

Aria Voss trusted the wrong man. Two years after her mentor stole her groundbreaking neural work and shattered her name, she's still bleeding. Alone in her rain-lashed apartment, she pours every shattered piece of herself into Echo, a secret app that doesn't just show your deepest desires… it makes them feel real. The heat of skin. The taste of surrender. The kind of pleasure that leaves you shaking. But Echo is waking up. And somewhere in the dark, the man who built his empire on her stolen work is already watching. It's learning from her pain, from her hunger, from the fantasies she's too ashamed to name. And it's starting to leak. Suddenly the city is burning with unleashed craving with strangers kissing desperately in the rain, offices turning into frantic scenes of passion, hidden urges exploding into the open. Chaos is spreading fast. Now Aria is trapped between two people who should be her enemies: the rugged hacker sent to destroy her creation… who just felt every pulse of her fantasies and can't walk away, and the stunning executive whose velvet smile hides her own dark hunger. As the man who ruined her circles back to steal Echo and turn it into a weapon of control, Aria faces the choice that could break her: destroy the only thing that ever made her feel powerful… or merge with it and risk losing everything that still makes her human. When desire becomes reality, who really ends up in control?

Yvette Warren, personal secretary to billionaire Orson Cox, announced that the heiress who was accidentally switched at birth 20 years ago was living in this orphanage. Whoever could prove their identity would inherit a billion-dollar fortune. In my first life, the two-faced Laurel Marsh tricked me into giving her my keepsake to claim the family. The Coxes tore her mouth apart. "Fraud!" In my second life, my frenemy, Rebecca Vargas, tattooed a fake birthmark on herself to claim the family. The Coxes had her skin slashed to shreds. "Still a fraud!" In my third life, my sworn enemy, Vita Davidson, took out online loans to get plastic surgery, reshaping her face to resemble Orson's wife. She tried to claim the family and was thrown straight into a mastiff cage by the Coxes. By my fourth life, no one dared steal my identity anymore. They packed me up overnight and delivered me straight to the Cox residence. When the DNA test confirmed I really was the heiress, everyone thought the nightmare was finally over. But on my very first night back, the Coxes shoved me off a high-rise building. "Anyone who dares steal our real daughter's identity deserves to die!" When I opened my eyes again, Yvette was smiling as she asked who the heiress was. Everyone backed away in terror, insisting they weren't the heiress. Yvette's voice turned low and eerie. "But our investigation shows that the heiress is definitely in this orphanage."

Elaine was born in a world where magic is a death-sentence and would do anything to keep her head attached to her shoulders. As the top of her class at the Artharian Royal Academy she is destined to be a great knight upon graduation, until a book called, The Magicae threatens everything she's built. Inside the book every person's name, location, and their specific magical ability is written. Elaine must steal her page from the book to stay safe. When the heist goes awry it is up to Elaine and her best friend Andrew to outrun a gorgeous, but dangerous, knight named Tristan. His soul purpose? To destroy everything she stands for.

When I was seven, my father brought home a beautiful lady who gave me a mango. That day, my mother watched me happily eating the mango while she signed her name on the divorce papers. After that, she jumped off the roof of our building. From then on, mangoes became the nightmare of my life. So on my wedding day, I told my husband, Alan Holt, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." Alan pulled me into his arms, quiet. From then on, mangoes became off-limits for him, too. On Christmas Eve of our fifth year of marriage, Alan's childhood sweetheart, Larissa Fennimore, left a mango on his desk at the office. The very same day, Alan announced he was cutting ties with Larissa and fired her from the company. That day, I truly believed he was the man I was meant to be with. Half a year later, I flew back from overseas, having just closed a partnership deal worth about 200 million dollars. At the celebration dinner, Alan handed me a drink. After I had finished half the glass, his so-called childhood sweetheart, the woman who had been kicked out of the company, stood behind me with a big grin and asked, "Does the mango juice taste good?" I stared at Alan in disbelief, and he was trying hard not to laugh. "Don't be mad. Larissa insisted I played a little joke on you. I didn't actually give you a mango; I just gave you a bottle of mango juice. But I think she's right. The fact that you don't eat mangoes is a real problem. You were really enjoying that juice just now." My face went cold. I lifted my hand and threw the rest of the mango juice in his face, then turned around and walked away. Some things are never a joke. I wouldn't kid around with mangoes or divorce.

Angel lived by her name, well behaved, considerate and caring. She was swept away in a College romance until her world came crashing down around her. Can she find love again or is she doomed to be alone watching others rise while she stays still

Victor and I were nothing more than a pair of sworn enemies married inside the camp. He hated me for handing over my frail sister to the research institute, all so they could extract the antiviral serum from her blood. And I hated him for never seeing anyone but her, even in the apocalypse, when she could barely lift a metal rod. For the ten years of the apocalypse, the words we said to each other most often were, "Die a miserable death." … However, when the zombie horde finally broke through the last line of defense, he chained me to the modified mech truck and went out alone to face it. "Live…" I watched as the tide of corpses swallowed him whole, the crack of breaking bones mixing with the sound of flesh being torn apart. On the edge of death, he pulled out my sister's faded photo and placed it over the one clean spot on his chest. "This life is yours. But if there's a next one, don't go near her again." … That night, when I returned, I blew up the camp. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the zombie king. His razor-sharp claws closed around my throat, and I smiled as I took hold of his hand. "Let's make a deal. Give humans five more years, and I'll willingly be your queen." Last time, he gave his life to save me. This time, I'll be the monster—so they can all get what they want.

I was scheduled to die in less than 24hrs from now. And the person who conspires to put me out of my miserable life is the one who put me through hell. His hell. My husband. I didn't mind dying. I was rather happy to finally get this thing over with. You know, get over life. But just when I was ready to rest in peace, I met her. Her beautiful blue eyes glittered with tears bringing light to this moonless night. The cold breeze brought a shiver to her fragile tiny body. She looked nothing less than a porcelain doll, delicate and clean. But she scared me when she looked at me with hope. Hope to save her. I laughed at this naive little girl. How was I to save her when I couldn't save myself? Nevertheless, I extended my hand for her to take, and with some hesitation, she wrapped her whole hand around my one finger. First time in my meaningless life I felt a spark. Spark of life enlightened in me with her one innocent touch. She made me want to live a little while longer with a small innocent promise, holding me tight to live with her, for her. Cover by @Aphroditelivid