Nine Tailed Fox Eye

Have you ever felt like dying for your first love? The first person to whom your heart opened? "I reject you as my fated mate. You are to choose another," his husky voice descended, crushing my hopes. And as if that weren't enough, he went even further. "I have no interest in this mate nonsense. You are merely a distraction; do not obstruct my path, princess." And at that moment, my wolf, Fox, howled... *********** Alpha Caesar Riverdale of the Midnight Moon Pack had never desired a mate. His sole purpose for joining the Battle of the Alphas, a to determine the next Lycan king, was to seek vengeance for his father's death. However, the discovery of Princess Esmeray as his fated mate became the unwanted distraction he never anticipated. Would he be able to resist her seductive attempts to manipulate him into accepting her? Princess Esmeray 'Nia' Gerald had just turned 18 years old and was the only child of the Lycan king of the Silverstone Pack. Her ultimate dream had always been to find her mate and be embraced in his strong arms, but instead, Alpha Caesar rejected her. Would her desperate and seductive plans to make Caesar accept her ultimately succeed, or would they leave her more than heartbroken? Read on to uncover this intriguing plot twist.

“It's good to see you.” Armando's tone was rusty as he whispered in her ears. “It's not every day, I get to see such beauty.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “It's a pain in the ass to see you.” Leonor was struggling against the chair she was strapped with thick ropes. “I was not born with enough middle fingers to let you know how I truly feel.” She spat. __ Armando, a heartless, ruthless, Italian Mafia King who is as cunning as a fox, as dangerous as a mastermind criminal, the leader of his gang, and a brutal loan shark continues his risky adventurous life. He holds Lenore captive, until her brother can pay back his debt, but deep down, he hopes for the opposite. Leonor is a beautiful young girl who lives a peaceful lifestyle. One that guarantees her safety and peace until the mafia leader captures her. Something about Armando intrigues her. The charisma and the danger of hanging with a bad boy keep her wanting more. Will she fear him like others do, or teach him that there is more to life apart from being brutal? And will he ever learn to love? However, there is a personality clash which would later result in constant fights and the need to be heard. WARNING: The contents of this book is extremely matured.

Ordinary college student Clar opens her eyes, only to find herself transmigrated into a beast world novel as the villainess who weighs over two hundred pounds, is hated by everyone, and is doomed to die! The original host committed all kinds of evil, and everyone loathed her to the core. It was a hellish opening from the start. All she wanted was to lay low, survive, and rewrite her tragic fate of being erased. But she never expected — the heroine’s seven top-tier beast husbands have all turned dark, obsessive, and utterly obsessed with her! Just as she panics, the Beast God appears directly: “Go. Capture all the male leads.” The bewitching nine-tailed fox clings to her: “Clar, you can’t escape.” The loyal lynx nuzzles her: “Clar, don’t ignore me.” The calm tiger declares: “Clar, you’re the only one I want.” Kael, the Wolf King of the Beast King City… Draven, the gloomy serpent beast… Zephyr, the golden eagle beastman… Caspian, the deep-sea merman… All are captivated by her, possessive and relentless. While others fight to survive, she is forced to be courted by seven dark, obsessed beast husbands… and the Beast God himself! This love triangle chaos is just pure, addictive bliss!

Allison, daughter of Fox City's most powerful gang family, a medical doctor, a passion and dream contrast to her family's life back at home. Her past, a ghost she thought she'd buried, was about to return with a vengeance –colliding with the present life she had built. On her birthday, a letter arrives from her father, Gerald Wenston —a man who has ignored her for years. His words, cloaked in a sweet tone, are not a request, but a command: return home and marry the heir of a rival gang —Michael Shelby, to secure an ancestral peace and rule treaty. But peace is the last thing Allison finds on her return, a single, forbidden night with a stranger —Luke Reynolds, her father’s right-hand man, ignites a dangerous passion that threatens to shatter the fragile truce. Caught between the duty to her family and a love that could ignite a gang war, Allison must navigate a web of family secrets and deadly betrayals. For in the shadows, a rival —her half sister Hayley also vying for Michael's affection, is waiting to claim everything she holds dear, even if it means destroying her and the city she's meant to save. Allison's choices could either save her family or condemn them all to a bloody war.

Mariana, a sweet bookshop owner in busy Mexico City, catches the eye of Amir, a dangerous mobster. Amir follows her everywhere, stirring up emotions that push her to the edge. In her simple life, Mariana becomes Amir's obsession. His strong feelings haunt her as he watches her every move from the shadows. Amir’s surprise visits awaken a powerful attraction, pulling her deeper into his world. Caught in a web of passion and danger, Mariana must face a man whose desires threaten to change her life forever.

Alessia Winters hopes to live a normal life someday,a life she knew was never gonna be at her disposal,a life she wished she'd had if her father was still there. But she knew as always,wishes never come true. So she tries to be exactly what her family expects from her:the family's perfect hunter granddaughter. The Winters are known for over centuries for their Vampire huntings for generations after generations. While Alessia has to be the perfect daughter who takes over her family's ethics,she has to deal with the mysterious hot guy she met at the village square. Harden Mcalester finds it oddly satisfying that he meets this strangely adorable woman the very first night he moved to Fox City. Her voice sets a constant lust reminder in his heart and he finds himself longing after her. But was there meeting fated to happen? Or was their love doomed before they even met? Will a wanted Vampire who's been into hiding for countless years be any more safer after meeting and falling in love with a vampire hunter's daughter, who's infact a skilled hunter herself than she gives credit for. Would it turn out to be a deer walking into the lion's den? A fascinating headspinning romance that Will leave your heart thudding after turning the last page.

I was the top bounty thief in the organization. The best they had. After turning in my final score, I announced on the spot that I was done for good. Then, I stood in my studio, blending paint. A single photograph was pinned to the wall before me. Black Viper filled the doorway, the light behind him casting his face in shadow. "What's it like," he asked quietly, "pretending to be an artist?" He stepped further inside. "Does paint smell better than blood?" I placed the palette knife down and wiped my hands slowly. "I'm done. I walked away." "Old Fox didn't approve of it." "That's not my concern." Black Viper crossed the room and tapped the old photograph on the wall. "Are you certain?" I did not want to look. I told myself not to. However, my gaze shifted anyway. A young boy stared back from the photo. "The blind kid?" I had spent ten years searching for him. "Where is he?" I moved toward the wall, reaching to rip the picture down. "One last job," Black Viper said, pressing his palm against the photo. My hand stopped in midair. "What's the target?" "The final lot at next month's auction that the Gilbert Group will be holding. "It's called Mermaid's Tear."

It has always been him, he was my first love, and so, I had to let him go. He wasn't made for this life. He, was made for greater things. He was too much of a tornado for this small town, that doesn't mean I miss him any less. It's been 9 years since we last saw each other. Nine years of hatred on his part and self-loathing on mine, why did I let him go? Now, he is a successful billionaire, living the life one could only dream of. I wish things were different now that he's back but that just seems like a foreign concept to him. He doesn't want me anymore, but I can't blame him either. It was me who broke us and it is going to be me who will put all the pieces back together. Even if it is the last thing I do before death comes knocking at my door.

Maynard Hansen planned a luxury birthday cruise for Darlene Thompson, but the cruise ship capsized when a violent storm swept in without warning. Without hesitation, Maynard gave the last seat on the lifeboat to Darlene. As I struggled in the water, my son, Waldo Hansen—whom I carried for nine months and gave birth to—cried out, "Don't let Mom up! She'll push Ms. Thompson off." Clutching nothing but a broken plank, I somehow made it to shore. By the time I collapsed on the sand, I was frozen, exhausted, and done. I had never felt so alone. Shortly after, I found myself clutching a diagnosis of severe depression in my hand. I was ready to bring this wretched life to a quiet end. But when my husband and son realized I truly didn't want to live anymore, they collapsed into tears. They wrapped their arms around me as they sobbed, "Please don't leave us. We really can't live without you."

My husband, Julian Sutton, is busy with work on the day of my prenatal checkup. His childhood sweetheart, Vera Levine, with whom he's been amorous for years, offers to drive me. On the way there, she suddenly swerves and rams into the back of a truck. The car is flattened. Julian is a doctor in the emergency room, but I don't call him. Instead, I dial 911 and wait for assistance. Why? I called him in my past life, and he took me to the hospital. Our child was saved, but Vera died due to significant blood loss. Julian claimed not to blame me and even arranged for me to stay in a private hospital ward. But on the day I was discharged, he dragged me to Vera's grave and stabbed me. I lost the child and was on the verge of death as I stared into his bloodshot eyes. They were filled with unbridled hatred as he snarled, "Vera wouldn't have died if you hadn't grabbed the wheel! Don't think I'll believe you just because you're acting innocent! An eye for an eye—I want you to die for her, but only after experiencing the pain she felt in a hundredfold!" He twisted the blade and stabbed me repeatedly. My blood splattered on Vera's gravestone, dying it red. When I open my eyes again, I find that I've been taken back to the scene of the accident.