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Rule one of surviving a werewolf rejection: don't look back. Rule two: definitely don't move into an apartment directly below his human ex-girlfriend. Rule three: under no circumstances allow him to follow you to the human world. I have broken all three rules in under a month. My name is Zoya Fennel, and five weeks ago, Casen Wolfe — Alpha of the Silveroak Pack, certified heartbreaker, and the most beautiful man the Moon Goddess ever put together on a Thursday — stood at the end of the aisle during our bonding ceremony and said, in front of everyone I have ever loved: "She is not my true mate. I reject the bond." And just like that, the life I'd been planning since I was sixteen years old dissolved in front of three hundred witnesses and one very startled officiant. So I did what any self-respecting, moderately devastated she-wolf would do. I walked out. I moved to the city. I got a frankly excellent apartment with a fire escape view and a coffee shop downstairs. I started living my life. What I did not plan for was discovering — three weeks later, via a very confused text from my sister — that Casen has left the pack, abandoned his Alpha title, moved to the same city, and is currently standing outside my building in the rain. He says he made a mistake. He says the woman he thought was his true mate turned out to be nothing of the sort. He says he's been going out of his mind since the rejection ceremony because the bond he severed — the one he publicly destroyed — is the only one he's ever felt. I say: that sounds like a you problem. Except then he gets a job at the coffee shop downstairs.

My sister-in-law sent me a photo of her kissing my husband on the beach. Just a few minutes later, she deleted the photo and sent me a text saying, “Oops, sent to the wrong person. Lol.” I knew it was deliberate. It was never a mistake. She wanted me to see how happy my husband was with her. Clara was never my sister-in-law. Three years ago, my husband had lied about her, claiming she was his younger sister, and I believed him. But after five years of marriage, I discovered—far too late—that Clara was never his sister. She was his mistress, his childhood lover, the woman he had been sleeping with under the same roof as me while making me serve her as if she were truly my sister-in-law. And now what? He had lied again… said he was going on a business trip. Yet Clara had just sent me a picture—a cute, sickening picture—of my husband happily kissing the very woman he had once claimed was his younger sister. The photo carried a timestamp showing the exact time and location. It was real. There was no denying it. They were in Hawaii, on a beach, laughing, kissing, and having the time of their lives… while he had made me believe he was away on business. Without saying a word, I saved the picture and posted it straight to Instagram, captioning it: "Congratulations to my sister-in-law… on finally becoming the official wife.” Then I turned off my phone and went to bed. The next morning, after having breakfast with my cat, Lulu, and taking the warmest bath ever, I turned my phone back on—and froze. Over 200 missed calls were waiting for me. Notifications exploded across my phone. And it didn’t stop there—the number of unattended messages kept climbing past 250.

“Look at yourself, darling. Moaning like a slut on my brother's cock. You should be ashamed." He wrapped his fingers around my neck forcing me to stare at the mirror in front us. "Go on, baby girl. C*m for us." *** Twenty-year-old Abigail Darlington, Darling to the few who love her, Abby to the ones who hate her, thought she had her life figured out. Her high school sweetheart loved her. Their solid relationship has lasted three years. And she has a future in her dream college. Until he dumped her over text… for someone skinnier, richer, and more "worthy" of his rising status. Humiliated and heartbroken, Darling is left to pick up the pieces under the college spotlight, while the world applauds her ex for his “upgrade.” But she's not going down without a fight. If he wants a war, she’ll give him one, by hitting where it hurts most. His stepbrothers. Three gorgeous, powerful S-Class alphas who dominate the campus and make hearts (and other things) race. Darling doesn’t just want their attention— she wants their obsession. But her revenge turns complicated fast. Because the alphas aren’t what she expected. What starts as seduction quickly spirals into something darker, deeper, and far more dangerous. Heated glances turn to possessive touches. Soft moans into growled promises.. And somewhere between all of that, and late-night confessions, Darling finds herself falling hard. Then comes the positive test. The threats from their elitist, vicious mother. And her ex, suddenly desperate to have her back. Now, Darling must navigate love, power, and a storm of consequences she never saw coming. Revenge was supposed to feel good. She never expected it to feel like home. She never expected it to come with a heartbeat.

After five years of marriage, the doctor told me I was pregnant. It was something I had waited for so long. Yet, along with that good news came a nightmare. My medical tests showed that I had cancer, and it had already spread. The doctor gave me less than a month to live. I froze, gripping the report so tightly my knuckles turned white. Tears streamed down my face as I thought about how my unborn child would never get to feel a mother's embrace. My grief was interrupted by the ping of an incoming text message. It was from Mom. [Since you're so selfish and refuse to donate a kidney to save Nattie's life, you should divorce Davon. Let him marry Nattie instead. At least that way, you can fulfill her dying wish.] My tears fell harder. It was not that I refused to donate a kidney to Natalie Rivera, my sister, who was in the final stages of kidney disease. In truth, I only had one kidney left. Five years ago, I had already given one to Dad. Now, with my life counting down to its final days, I decided that I would donate my remaining kidney to Natalie. I would also let my husband, Davon Parker, go with her. Before I went into surgery, my parents praised me for finally being thoughtful, saying I had finally learned to care about my sister. They said that once the surgery was over, the whole family would go on vacation together. Davon even said he was proud that I was no longer selfish and promised he would make it up to me in the future. None of them knew I did not have a future. After the surgery, what would be pushed out of the operating room would be a cold, lifeless body.

The chimes of the Full Moon Festival echoed through the night air. I fought down the nervous flutter in my chest and shot a text to Beta Lucas. "When are we telling the pack, Beta Lucas? When do we finally mark each other?" "I was still holding my breath when my brother, Alpha Ryan, suddenly raised his hand." He pointed at the Sacred Oak in the middle of the plaza, his voice laced with surprise. "Hey, Elena. Isn't that Lucas?" "He's holding a girl's hand. Looks like the pack's in for a celebration." I followed Ryan's gaze on instinct. In that split second, my wolf went completely cold. Lucas was kissing the girl in his arms, deep and passionate. I recognized her right away. It was Sarah, the rogue wolf Lucas had brought back from the forest border the week before. Word was she'd saved Lucas's life. I must've been staring too hard, because Lucas suddenly looked up and locked eyes with us. His pupils shrank the second he saw me. A few seconds later, he slowly let go of the girl in his arms. "Ryan, Elena. Let me formally introduce you two." "This is Sarah, my chosen mate." When he got to me, Lucas's eyes darted away. He glanced quickly at my pale face, then turned to the Sarah beside him. "This is Elena, Alpha Ryan's sister. She's like a little sister to me, too." We'd shared a bed countless nights. And all I got in the end was the label of sister. Fine, then. If your little sister marries another Alpha, you'll surely bless me, won't you?

"Together Forever" is a heartwarming tale of love, resilience, and the power of human connection. Set in the picturesque town of Willowbrook, it follows the lives of two individuals, Emily and Ryan, who find themselves drawn to each other amidst life's challenges. Emily, a talented artist with a troubled past, is trying to rebuild her life and rediscover her passion for art. Ryan, a compassionate and dedicated doctor, is coping with personal loss while striving to make a difference in the lives of his patients. When their paths cross unexpectedly, a deep connection forms between them, leading to a journey of healing and self-discovery. As Emily and Ryan navigate their own emotional landscapes, they realize the importance of cherishing every moment and finding solace in the presence of someone who understands their pain. Together, they embark on a transformative journey, supporting each other through life's ups and downs. Their love blossoms against all odds, but they soon face a series of unforeseen challenges that test the strength of their bond. With determination and unwavering support, Emily and Ryan find the courage to confront their pasts and embrace the future, discovering that true love can withstand any storm. "Together Forever" is a poignant exploration of the complexities of relationships, highlighting the transformative power of love, forgiveness, and the indomitable human spirit. Through its beautifully crafted narrative, the book celebrates the resilience of the human heart and reminds us that, no matter the obstacles, love can endure and prevail. In a world where everything can change in an instant, Emily and Ryan's story serves as a reminder to cherish the present and hold onto the ones we love, for it is in togetherness that we find strength, hope, and the promise of a brighter tomorrow

A recent nursing graduate named Gia Blythe McKenna is being transported by her grandfather to an island where her mother established a medical mission. She doesn't have any issues with assisting people because it's her line of work, but the one thing she wants to avoid is being in the same location as her mother. Even though she must obey her devoted grandfather and remain on that island, she does not anticipate it to be a place where she can find respect, adoration, pleasure, contentment, love, and most importantly, satisfaction. She has always yearned to experience the fulfillment she misses when her family disintegrates. She discovered love there, despite her initial reluctance to stay, and now she views the island as a tropical haven thanks to him. She was broken when she realized that the love story she was experiencing with the man she believed to be the right one for her had turned out to be a toy narrative since love can't be expressed without suffering. Years had passed since she had left the island when she unintentionally took the wrong turn and ran across the man once more. Even though a lot has changed, she still feels anguish, and because of this, she planned to exact retribution. She'll bring that man down. She'll entice him to love her once more. But is she capable of doing that? Is it possible for her to cause him to fall without also falling again? Can she win over the billionaire Bryce Phoenix Huxley?

Elara Knigh a autrefois évolué dans les cercles où le pouvoir protège de tout. Aujourd’hui, il ne lui reste plus rien de cette influence, sinon des ennemis, des menaces et une certitude glaçante : elle n’est plus en sécurité. Lorsqu’elle croise la route d’Adrian Vale, elle ne demande pas à être sauvée. Elle négocie. Adrian est un homme qui ne croit ni au hasard ni à la compassion. Il ne protège pas par bonté, mais par stratégie. Son monde repose sur une seule loi : le contrôle. Un contrôle précis, silencieux, méthodique — jamais brutal, toujours choisi. Lorsqu’il accepte de prendre Elara sous sa protection, ce n’est pas un acte de charité, mais la signature d’un contrat. Un contrat qui impose des règles. Pas de chaînes. Pas de violence. Seulement une structure, une surveillance constante, et une obéissance déguisée en ordre. Dans cet univers où tout est cadré, Elara découvre une forme de domination qu’elle n’avait jamais envisagée : une emprise subtile, presque rassurante, qui lui offre une sécurité qu’elle n’a plus connue depuis longtemps. Peu à peu, elle comprend que le pouvoir d’Adrian ne réside pas dans la force, mais dans le retrait, l’absence, le refus. À mesure que la tension entre eux grandit, la relation bascule. Les règles deviennent des rituels. L’obéissance devient un choix. Et le contrôle, une tentation. Mais lorsqu’Elara commence à manipuler à son tour, prouvant qu’elle n’est ni faible ni soumise, Adrian se retrouve confronté à ce qu’il redoute le plus : perdre la maîtrise de ce qu’il protège. L’attirance se transforme en obsession, et la frontière entre protection et possession se fissure.

My wife, Alisha West, has always been obsessively frugal. After marrying her, my single guilty pleasure became blowing money on luxury watches—almost like revenge for how absurdly tightfisted she was. By the time our daughter, Elyse Day, turned 7, she had inherited every bit of her mother’s penny-pinching nature. The two of them looked completely out of place in our sprawling mansion. And I loved it. I’d slip into my latest custom-tailored suits and watch them wince at my credit card statements, their expressions twisted in quiet pain. Until one day, lines of floating text suddenly appeared before my eyes. [This spendthrift idiot is still shopping? Doesn’t he know his wife’s company is about to go bankrupt?] [She’s been drained dry supporting this parasite. Her T-shirt collar is practically worn out from washing. Good thing the financially savvy male lead is about to show up and save her.] [Can’t wait for Alisha to file for divorce and kick this useless freeloader out. Let’s see how he survives fighting stray dogs for scraps under a bridge.] I slammed the limited-edition Richard Mille watch onto the table. Alisha, who was crouched on the floor breaking down delivery boxes for recycling, and Elyse, who was helping stomp them flat, both jumped in shock. A chill ran through me. I lunged forward, snatched the battered cardboard box from Elyse’s hands, and held it tightly against my chest. "No… no more buying. I’m returning this watch. "And these boxes… don’t sell them. I think we might need them someday… to lay out under a bridge when we’re sleeping outside…"

After our company's IPO approval is granted, my boyfriend, Derek Calloway, finally agrees to publicize our relationship at the celebratory banquet. Derek and I have been in a relationship for seven years. For so long, he refuses to make our relationship official. He always cites the fact that office romance is forbidden in the company, and that he, as the CEO, should follow through as a prime example. On the night of the banquet, I wait for the news to be broken with bated breath and unadulterated delight. But when Derek stands on the stage, he chooses to utter the name of the new recruit who has just joined the company for two months—Jocelyn Grant. "It's all thanks to Jocelyn's contributions to the project that our company gets to go public. She's the MVP of our company." I just stand beneath the stage, completely stunned. For a moment, I don't know how to react. I'm the main person in charge of that project, and I'm the one who's contributed the most to that project. Not only have I stayed up countless nights working hard on it, but I also got hospitalized a few times because of it. Soon, I receive Derek's text message. "Jocelyn has just joined this line of work. She needs a project to help spruce her resume up. Just let her receive the credits this once. "We'll discuss more on publicizing our relationship in the future." I can only grip my phone so tightly that my fingertips go white. Finally, I key in one word. "Okay." Jocelyn can have the project. She can also have my position as the director. Heck, she's free to have Derek, my now ex-boyfriend. I'd like to see how these assholes can pass the subsequent trials without me.