Never Doubted You For A Second

6 days is all she needs ... Zuri takes a vacation to America but three men: Passion, Lust, and Desire reroute everything for her. She is in bliss out living the American dream but sometimes meeting a stranger isn't always in your best interest

Madam Pratt, my mother-in-law, was in critical condition after a car accident, desperately needing surgery. However, as the lead surgeon, I—Lilianne Davis—stood by, casually scrolling through short videos on my phone. My best friend, Tiffany Owens, who was also a doctor, was far more anxious than I was. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the operating room. “Lily, why are you still stalling? Hurry up and save her!” I took a step back, clutching my stomach in pain as her face twisted in shock. “I have cramps so bad I can’t even stand. You do it.” In my last life, the moment I heard about Madam Pratt’s accident, I had swallowed a painkiller and rushed into surgery, working for hours to stabilize her. I had barely stepped away from the operating table when alarms blared. “Lilianne, what have you done? The patient is experiencing acute hemolysis!” “Call the family now!” Gareth Pratt stormed in, his face twisted with rage. He slapped me hard in the face. “Lil, you’re a professional surgeon, yet you gave my mother the wrong blood transfusion?!” I froze, reaching for Madam Pratt’s medical report to explain, only to find that the A-type blood I had seen before had somehow changed to B-type. The medical board arrived, and a blood test revealed traces of hallucinogens in my system. “Unbelievable! Taking illegal substances before surgery? That’s a cardinal sin for a doctor!” In the chaos, Emma Pratt, Gareth’s teenage sister, grabbed a scalpel and stabbed me multiple times. Blood gushed from my arteries, and I collapsed in a pool of crimson. As my vision faded, I couldn’t understand what had happened. I had never taken illegal drugs. Besides, I was absolutely certain of Madam Pratt’s blood type. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment right before stepping into the operating room.

They buried her with lies... They mourned her with guilt... But Alira was never truly gone. When Alira discovers the affair between her sister and her husband,the man she once built her entire world around..confrontation turns to tragedy. Her life is stolen in a single, cruel moment but fate gives her what death denied: a second chance. Reborn in the past, before she ever said yes to his proposal, before she gave him her loyalty, her love... her power, Alira is no longer the devoted wife... She's the architect of vengeance. With every calculated step, she weaves a web of betrayal, seduction, and secrets. This time, she'll wear the dress not of a bride, but of a widow-to-be. And when the final match is lit, no one will be safe from the fire she’s come to unleash. In the ashes of the life they stole, she will build a funeral of flames.

"Sasha, Mira's already engaged to Vincent. Stop messing with it. We booked your flight. You'll stay overseas until after the wedding." The whole 'this is for your own good' routine was back. That's when Sasha Clarke realized—she'd been given a second shot. Right to the day her parents forced her out of the country and made her give up Vincent Scythe.

Ryan Harris asks his wife of over two years for a divorce one night out of the blues. At first, Becca refuses because she's desperately in love with him, and tries to change his mind, but he makes her life miserable and she has no choice but to leave. However, she finds out just two weeks after she leaves that she's carrying her now ex-husband's child, and at first, entertains the notion of getting rid of the baby, but decides to keep it in the end. Seven years later, she's still unmarried, having given up on love, and is raising her beautiful daughter alone when Ryan unwittingly brings his daughter over to attend Becca's daughter's birthday. Becca hates him now ... or so she tells herself and doesn't want to give him access to his newfound child. However, the bond between father and child is unbreakable and Becca is torn on what to do, as she still harbors feelings for her ex-husband, who is seeking reconciliation.

“If our marriage were already claimed before the whole pack, I would make sure your ex-mate was watching as I make you moan my name, until your voice breaks... Elena.” He whispered slowly. "But… we need to stop before someone walks in and sees us like this," Elena murmured, as she pressed back against him. *** Elena Monroe once poured her entire soul into helping her mate, Drake Hamilton, the proud Beta of the Crescent Moon Pack, to remember the bond they shared before the accident stole his memories. Instead of returning to her, Drake chose Cassandra Travers, a glittering celebrity with a noble name and a perfect smile. Then everything exploded. At Drake's lavish birthday party, Elena faced allegations of drugging and sleeping with him. Humiliated and mocked in front of the whole pack, she was on the brink of disaster when her protector, the male everyone believed was her guardian, pulled her away from the chaos. The mate bond was cut, and Elena walked away in pieces. But loss followed her. Two of the people she loved most were taken from her by her ex-mate and his family while she fought to clear her name. Sorrow transformed into rage. She didn’t just survive but she evolved. A reckless night with the man she previously referred to as her guardian sparked an illicit fire neither could put out. Now hidden in a city far from her pack, she is no longer the broken omega they underestimated. She is ready to reclaim her life and destroy those who dared to ruin it. But when her ex-mate's memories finally come back, Elena finds herself torn between revenge and a love she ought to avoid. And this time, her children’s lives hang in the balance.

In the realm of love, where fate often dances with unpredictability, second chances emerge as beacons of hope. Amidst the scars of past heartbreak and the echoes of missed opportunities, two souls find themselves at the crossroads of redemption. Eloise Garcia is a 24-year-old single mother, who needs to save her son from a fatal blood disease. But there’s one big problem, her son’s continuous medications and a much-needed bone marrow transplant will cost her a fortune, which she doesn’t have. Desperate and out of options, she finally decides to do what she can’t believe she must do - to reconnect with her son’s biological father, a multi-billionaire Alpha of one of the most powerful packs in the country, Braxton Guttierrez. She’s aware that her journey with him isn’t going to be easy like the last time they were together, but she will stop at nothing to save her dying child. Once the distance she stretched between her and the only man she has ever loved shrinks again, will the universe weave its tapestry of possibilities and offer them an opportunity to rewrite their love story?

On my daughter Bailey's birthday, my husband, Alpha Enzo, was celebrating his ex-girlfriend's daughter's birthday instead. He never cared about me, nor did he ever love our daughter. For years, I endured his coldness—for the sake of the pack, for the sake of my daughter's comfortable life. I endured everything. But Enzo went too far. He let that woman and her daughter move into our home! That woman treated me like a servant, and her daughter took everything from my daughter. I couldn't take it anymore. My daughter gave me the courage to ask for a divorce. But instead of letting me go, Enzo imprisoned me, refusing to let me see my little girl. That was the moment I lost all hope in him. I fought to escape with my daughter. And just when we finally made it out, Enzo's Beta found us. We ran in desperation—only to collide with a man, the Lycan King. Mysterious. Dangerous. Powerful. He is the only one who can help me. But will he?

“I will never love you.” His voice was deep and quiet, yet cold enough to pierce straight through my bones. God, I knew he only married me because I had the same rare blood type as his lover. I just want to be able to breathe and live better than I do now. When I asked for a divorce, he should have been happy—his lover had regained consciousness, after all. But his reaction was confusing. “You want a divorce? Do you think you can pull another sly trick by saying that?” “There will be no divorce until you repay everything I’ve given to your family, Sandra.'"

I know I shouldn’t want him. Or them. There’s my best friend’s father, whose low, velvety voice makes my pulse stutter whenever he speaks. My stepbrother, whose accidental touches make my skin burn with unspoken tension. And my sister’s mate, whose cold, lingering gaze betrays a hunger I shouldn’t see. Every glance, every brush of skin, drags me deeper into temptation. Every heartbeat reminds me that wanting them is dangerous, forbidden… and maybe reckless. I’m caught between loyalty, morality, and desire, and every moment I give in only makes the fire stronger. Some lines aren’t meant to be crossed. Some fires are impossible to resist. And I’m learning the hard way… forbidden has never felt this good.