Mrs. lu's the jinx queen Novels & Stories

I was Apollo’s most devoted follower, the lover he handpicked from a sea of worshippers. With me, he’d always shed his divine arrogance. He was so tender, so attentive. I actually thought he loved me to the bone. Until seven days before our Consort Ceremony, when I used my gift of prophecy to peek into our future together. I expected to see a lifetime of blinding love. Instead, I saw him violently tangled in the sheets with my adopted sister, Cassandra. Wrapped around him, Cassandra giggled. "You're so good to me, my Lord. Thanks to you, I'll finally get my sister's Sight and take her place as High Priestess." And Apollo—my god, my lover—smiled down at her with pure adoration. "Whatever makes you happy, little bird. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have played pretend for this long, let alone allow her to become a god's consort." In that split second, my heart turned to ash. My faith shattered into a million pieces. With seven days left until the ceremony, I didn't confront them. Instead, I fell to my knees before the altar of Hades, Lord of the Underworld. "I offer you my gift of prophecy. I will be your most loyal follower in exchange for your sanctuary." "Please. Take me away from here. Take me somewhere Apollo can never find me."

Selene loses her parents in a war against rogues as a child. She is then raised by an omega and stays hidden from the outside world. On her eighteenth birthday, she discovers something extraordinary. Her fur turns red, the first of a kind--a red Omega. Selene is resolved to find out about her true self. However, her resolution becomes a threat to her very own life. Selene has to overcome all obstacles, defeat her enemies and take her place as the rightful Luna of the pack. Will she ever be able to surmount all these? Can she ever avenge her parents and find out their killer, will she ever get her place as the Luna of her pack?

"It wouldn't be the first nor the last time any one of you Titan Gods had affairs with ‘Greek Gods’ you know," Thaelia twisted her lips. Lukas face hardened and he tried to keep it like that, but one look at her face and a smile broke out of him and he's laughing hard. She accompanied him and chuckled softly, adorably, and it drove the son of Helios crazy. "Didn't know moon princesses could contain that much spite." "What can I say?" She lowered her voice, licking her lips. Her beauty was much more obvious, with her eyes the color of the sea, lined with gold, and lips rose. It was enough to make him realise he's drowning again, only this time it's on the color of her eyes. "You... inspire me." "Inspire you?" "Yes," She smiled sweetly *** There's two things that strikes Talia as she starts reading the book of her past—Lukas was a reckless son of Helios, Ajaxson was the son of Ajax who's head over heels in love with her while she was a moon princess desired by both of them. To add a Greek Goddess Hera made it impossible for her to stay happy with Lukas. It was just not written in the stars. ***

Rebel was born a disgrace. She heard it every time she was around her pack. Her mother, Amber was mated to the great Alpha Trevor Teller. However, no one knew she had an affair with their enemy, a Hunter. Not just any Hunter, the creator of the Hunters. A powerful Warlock, Dakota Unser. When Rebel was born, her father said she was trouble. He wanted a male heir, so he rejected his mate of 5 years and kicked them out of the pack. Her mother treated Rebel as a slave. Born of Alpha blood but reduced to an Omega. Now back in her mother’s pack, she is a slave. Dreaming constantly of a mate who would come rescue her from this life. She finally meets her mate, but is his best friend really just a friend or were there promises made before her? Who's side will he take the best friend that's bullying his mate he has known forever, or the abused mate he just met?

-WARNING 18+ ONLY- "Are you saying I'm your first kiss…?” Sathe nodded, his hands trembling when his mate's eyes flashed from hazel to red and then to hazel again. She chuckled; the sound dark, not humorous at all. “You're tempting me to devour you, aren't you? Was I the first to touch you here too?” Her hand ran along his length that was already as hard as a rock in his pants, and Sathe moaned. “Y…Yes!” “Open your mouth, Sathe…” Sathe acquiesced, his lips slipping apart the slightest bit and his mate didn't hesitate to swoop down like an eagle, licking along his lips before shoving her tongue inside. _ Would you look at that? The beauty came to hunt the beast, but ended up falling for it. How ironic... _ As a female Alpha, Verya Solace was always looked down at by her father and pack members who didn't believe a woman could rule, so when the opportunity to prove herself strong and capable arrived Verya didn't hesitate to take it. A beast had rose from its 200 years slumber, one malicious enough to induce fear in all the creatures of the supernatural world's heart, and she was determined to kill it. But on the very verge of doing so, she found that she couldn't, for the beast was a cute, little omega whose clueless eyes never cease to make her heart flutter... The beast was her mate, and she had all control over both his body and his mind.

At the Nightwood Clan's feast celebrating our victory over the hunters, I was accused by Julia—a fledgling freshly turned from a blood servant. The charge? Stealing fifteen crates of mana crystals and hundreds of vials of the finest rare bloods. She pointed a finger at me, her voice ringing with self-righteousness. "Are we going to let a selfish thief like her continue to control this clan's lifeblood? I propose she be thrown into the Silverwater dungeons immediately!" I looked to Joseph, the Earl of Nightwood, the man I had loved for a hundred years. He knew damn well all of it—the blood, the crystals—was mine. My gift to the clan. I needed those crystals to heal the wounds I took in the fighting, and the rare blood was the only way we could call on our allies. But the man who'd been tangled in my sheets just last night now stared at me coldly. "Julia has records of you stealing clan resources. What do you have to say for yourself?" A smirk touched my lips. "I have nothing to say." So, they thought I was some fool they could just push around. They had no idea I was a descendant of the most powerful Vampire Prince of all, Valerius. If they wanted to play games with me, they’d better be prepared for my revenge.

She was the lowest among them, an omega meant to serve, to obey, to be forgotten. Until the Alpha touched her. Until he marked her with words that felt like a promise... and shoved her off a cliff like she was nothing. Ayla thought betrayal had a name, a face, a heartbeat she once trusted. She thought the crashing water would be her grave. But death didn’t claim her. The dragon did. She awakens not in darkness, but in silk sheets soaked with sweat, her body wracked with fire, strangers calling her Queen Liliana. The child they beg her to bring into the world is no wolf pup, it’s something older, deeper… and hers. Now fire sings in her veins. Scales burn beneath her skin. She remembers being Ayla. But they swear she is a queen, reborn through flame and fury, the last of the dragon-blooded line. Torn between two lives, two names, two fates… Was she reborn by fate’s hand, or was she always meant to rise? Because if this isn’t death, then it must be the beginning… of the Dragon Queen.

One night was all it was supposed to be... But fate doesn’t play fair—especially with wolves. Raya Voss is the fiercest Alpha the Northern Territories have ever known—ruthless, powerful, and feared by all. But when a stormy night leads her into the arms of a mysterious, silver-eyed stranger, passion ignites. One unforgettable night. No names. No strings. No consequences... or so she thought. Now, the stranger she can’t stop dreaming about is back—and he’s more than off-limits. He’s her fated mate. He’s also the innocent younger brother of her greatest enemy. As forbidden desire threatens to unravel her iron control and secrets claw their way to the surface, Raya must choose between loyalty and love, betrayal and survival. Because when two souls are bound by fate, nothing—not even war—can tear them apart. Possessive. Dangerous. Addictive. This Alpha doesn't play games—she claims what’s hers.

Five years into my marriage to Dante Moretti, the Don of the Chicago Outfit, the entire underworld knew he loved me more than life itself. He’d had a violin—for me—tattooed right next to his family crest, a symbol of loyalty that could never be erased. Until I got the photo from his mistress. A cocktail waitress, sprawled naked in his arms, her skin marred by the dark bruises of rough sex. She had scrawled her name right next to the violin he’d gotten for me. And my husband had let her. "Dante says only being inside me makes him feel like a man anymore. You can’t even get him hard anymore, can you, sweet Alessia? Maybe it’s time to step aside." I didn't reply. I just made a single call. “I need a new identity. And a plane ticket out.”

Everyone said I was lucky. After the Don, Lucas Vaughn, brought me back to his estate, I became the woman he treasured most. He would halt billion-dollar deals just to be home on time to put me to sleep. He even learned sign language in secret, just so he could communicate with me after my vocal cords were damaged. At first, I didn’t dare give him my heart. Whenever he looked at me, his focus would drift. He showered me with gifts, yet always disappeared on the days that mattered most. As the child in my womb grew, and as Lucas’s devotion intensified day by day, I let my guard down. I devoted myself completely to the role of wife and Donna. Until the night I gave birth. I hemorrhaged during a difficult labor, but Lucas never showed up. After surviving by sheer luck, I finally saw the trending news. Lucas attended a Thames-side gala arm-in-arm with rising movie star, Serena Vale. That was when I understood. To him, I had only ever been a substitute. He broke his rules for her again and again. He indulged her humiliations toward me and even shoved me toward armed attackers at the brink of life and death. Filled with hatred, I closed my eyes and sank into the deep sea, just as he wished. Later, he knelt, clutching the hem of my dress, begging, "Zoe, please give me one more chance. I’ll repay you with my life." His life was worth too little now. I no longer wanted it.