My Son

“What did you say, little wolf?” he asked. “Repeat.” I swallowed saliva down my dry throat. “I don’t belong to you,” I repeated, staring into his amber eyes. The next moment he pounced on me with predator's intensity. He pinned my wrists in one hand and forced them above my head. Pressing my body with his heavy one, he growled, “You belong to me, little wolf. Remember that. I am going to hunt you from the depths of hell if you try to run or hide.” He captured my lips in a sizzling kiss as he grounded his rock-hard erection on me. ---- After a perfect night with Violet, Dane rejects her, to marry Emily who is known to him from childhood and is the perfect choice. Feeling insulted and dejected, Violet runs away. However, Dane can't stop thinking about Violet and crazily hunts for her. At his pre-wedding party, he sees Violet with someone else. Jealousy rips his heart and this time he won't let her go, even if that means he has to break the rules. Violet resists him, because she has something precious to hide. What happens when Dane sees a pup who is his carbon copy? And he calls Violet, ‘Mom’. Will Violet accept his rejection finally? Or will she come back to him? Will Dane be able to seduce her back in his own, dark and twisted way? Or will he be forced to go back to Emily? Let the chase begin!

Sa isang marangyang party kung saan alak ang hari at kasiyahan ang batas, nagtagpo sina Megan Anastasia Davis at Primo Rafael Giovanni—isang simpleng babae at isang bilyonaryong sanay sa luho. Sa kalasingan at kapusukan, nadala sila ng laro ng tadhana—isang “pekeng” kasal na tinawanan lang nila noon. Pero paggising nila kinaumagahan, isang legal at totoong marriage certificate ang bumungad sa kanila. Kasado. Pirmado. Walang atrasan. Gulat. Panic. Hindi makapaniwala si Megan. Paano siya napasok sa isang kasal na hindi niya ginusto? Ngunit hindi doon nagtatapos ang gulo. Habang pilit niyang hinahanap ang paraan para makawala, isang mas malalim na sikreto ang kanyang nadiskubre—si Primo ay engaged na pala sa iba! Isang arranged marriage na matagal nang planado, pero hindi niya kailanman ginusto. Ngayon, may isang babaeng lumalaban para sa lugar niya bilang legal na asawa. May isang pamilyang nagdidikta ng kapalaran ni Primo. At may isang pusong unti-unting nahuhulog, kahit na pilit lumalaban. Tatakas ba si Megan mula sa isang pagkakamaling naging totoo? O haharapin niya ang laban para sa lalaking hindi niya inaasahang mamahalin? Samantala, si Primo—mananatili ba siya sa buhay na pinili para sa kanya? O pipiliin niya ang babaeng aksidenteng dumating pero hindi na niya kayang pakawalan?

My son has an aortic dissection and needs surgery. My husband is a cardiac expert, but I don't bother calling him. Instead, I take a cab straight to the hospital. In my past life, upon begging my husband, he came home with the ambulance to pick our son up. He also arranged for our son to be admitted. But because he forgot to bring his phone, his childhood sweetheart died of a heart attack when she couldn't reach him. He went missing for three months and suddenly returned one day, looking perfectly normal. He even volunteered to prepare the meal on our son's birthday. It turned out he only wanted to poison the food. He strangled me and cut my neck open. "You forced me to come home to pick our son up. Ciara wouldnt' have died if I'd answered her call that day. You and your son are murderers—you have to pay with your lives!" When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day my son has an aortic dissection. This time, my husband manages to answer his childhood sweetheart's phone. But why is he on his knees before me and begging for forgiveness?

On my five-year-old son Oliver's birthday, I baked him his favorite allergy-safe cake and he said he wanted my husband's secretary, Rachel, to be his mom. While I worked hard for my husband and son to have a privileged life, they went to an amusement park with Rachel to eat ice cream together. I still worked overtime to treat him when Oliver openly denied that I was his mother in the kindergarten and claimed that Rachel was his "biological mother". I still believe his assurances even after I discovered a photograph of my husband Derek and Rachel from before we met. I thought being Head Healer of Blood Moon Pack meant I could mend any wound, but some betrayals cut too deep for even the strongest magic to heal. As it is, it's time for them to know how much I paid for our perfect little family. It's time for them to pay me back for everything I've given them.

Rejected by her Father (Alpha Magnus) and Three Brothers and sold as a breeder to the ruthless Alpha Thorne, Alina’s life seems destined for misery until Kael, Thorne’s son, rescues her and is revealed to be her fated mate. Their bond is forbidden, their love a dangerous secret. As Alina discovers she is the prophesied Moonlit Warrior, destined to unite warring packs, she and Kael must surpass the betrayal, rebellion, and a looming war. With enemies on all sides and betrayal lurking in the shadows, can Alina and Kael protect their love and survive the coming war? Will Alina fulfill her destiny as the Moonlit Warrior, or will her enemies destroy her before she can rise? And when forced to choose between family, duty, and love, where will Kael’s loyalties truly lie?

The sequel to “Sweet as Sugar” Nathan Akechi is the first born son to Maverick Akechi and his wife Scarlet. Now that Nathan is a grown man he finds that his tastes in the certain places falls under his family’s curse. When he meets Kathleen because of an incident he knows his life changed. He needs to protect her from her situation But also he needs her next to him. He will do anything to keep her there.

A stampede happened at my daughter's kindergarten. Timothy Horuson was in a hurry to save his first love's son, and he pulled away someone else's hand. A hand reached out to him, hoping for him to save her. His daughter's hand. And the light in my daughter's eyes faded. The longing for fatherly love she had held on to for so long vanished. I risked my life to save her. She looked at me quietly. "I'll go with you, Mom. We'll leave Dad behind and go somewhere he'll never find us."

My husband had lost interest in me for many years. My son's classmate taught me how to flirt with my husband. However, when he was doing so, he placed a hand on my butt and said, "Open up, Mrs. Jackson!"

Lors d'un tremblement de terre à l'étranger, ma belle-mère et moi avons été piégées en même temps. L'équipe de secours savait que le jet privé de mon mari se trouvait à proximité. Ils m'ont demandé de le contacter pour obtenir de l'aide, mais j'ai secoué la tête et j'ai refusé. Dans ma vie précédente, je m'étais acharnée à l'appeler pour qu'il vienne. Grâce à cela, ma belle-mère et moi avions été sauvées. Mais sa précieuse 'amie d'enfance' avait pris la mouche et était sortie s'amuser. Elle avait été agressée à mort. Devant sa mère, mon mari avait dit que cette fille frivole n'avait que ce qu'elle méritait. Mais le jour d'anniversaire de sa mort, il m'avait tuée exactement de la même manière. « Je sais que tout ça, c'était ton plan. Tu dois payer pour Chloé ! » Revenant à la vie, mon mari a enfin emmené son amour idéalisé admirer les lumières de la ville depuis son jet privé. Mais quand il a appris ce que nous avions vécu, il est devenu fou.

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”