Ninjago Jade Blade

“I can’t love her. I don’t have it in me to love her. I can give Aliza everything in my power, but I couldn’t love her,” Caspian confessed the truth to his friend. Aliza, who had entered Caspian’s room, heard the painful truth. Her heart shattered from his betrayal. By the time they noticed her standing at the door, it was already too late. “Aliza, please, let me explain,” Caspian begged, but she stopped him. The pain in her eyes was sharper than any blade, cutting straight through his heart. “What you want to explain Caspian?” she snapped, anger and heartbreak lacing her words. “That you’re too much of a coward to admit the truth? That you let me believe we had something real.. that you love me?” her voice breaking at the end as she tried to control her tears and left from there. ________________________ Aliza, a Fae Princess, has spent her life under her mother’s strict rules, unaware of the powerful destiny waiting for her. Her world shifts when she meets Caspian, the mysterious Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, who saves her life and awakens feelings she’s never known. Caspian, scarred by the loss of his first love, has closed his heart to the world—until Aliza’s arrival shatters his defenses. She’s both fierce and fragile, pulling him into a bond neither can explain. While Aliza uncovers her hidden wolf nature and Caspian confronts his painful past, they faced betrayal of their family and secrets that threaten to tear them apart. Their love, already fragile, was on the verge of destruction. Can they mend their broken hearts or will the wounds they carry push them apart forever?

“You don’t get to reject me, Avery. I will never give you that pleasure.” Julian’s voice was a dark promise, laced with venom. "I’ll keep you, watch you suffer, until I’m ready to discard you. Remember, I own you. And when I’m done with you… you’ll wish you were never born." ********** Avery Smith knew nothing but pain. Abandoned by her pack, betrayed by her own blood, she clung to one fragile hope: her fated mate, Julian Styles. But hope shattered when he chose her sister instead, his rejection a blade to her soul. "A weak thing like you can never be my mate." Humiliated, she fled, vowing never to return. Fate had other plans. When tragedy forces Avery back, she finds herself face-to-face with a man who wants her more than anything... more than power, more than pride, more than sanity. The ruthless Alpha King doesn’t just claim her; he consumes her. His touch is fire, his words a whip, his hunger a storm she can’t outrun. "I don’t want you!" she lies, her body betraying her as his scent wraps around her like chains. "Let go of me!" But Kaiden’s grip is unbreakable, his voice a growl against her skin. "You’re mine, Avery. Every breath, every whimper, every fucking heartbeat." His lips crash into hers, stealing the air from her lungs. "And I’ll take what’s mine." A bond forged in blood. A love born in obsession. Will their souls ignite, or will their war burn them both to ash?

...“You can’t win this trial. The pack is against you. Your father is against you. Even your friend…” He paused. “Even she has betrayed you.” Kael’s eyes locked on mine, hard as iron. “So I’ll give you a choice. Trust me, and I’ll make sure you live.” “Trust you? You just claimed me like I was some prize to steal. You said you would kill me if I lost control.” “And I meant it,” he said, voice flat. “But I won’t let them tear you apart like animals. If you let me, I’ll fake your defeat. I’ll claim you fully... On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Lyra Vale’s first shift should have bound her to her pack. Instead, it marked her as the monster they fear most. Born under the cursed Blood Moon Oath, she is fated to either unite the supernatural world… or reduce it to ash. Now every faction wants her blood; the Vampire Courts whisper her name as the key to breaking their chains, while the Witch Sanctum swears she is a mistake of prophecy and her own pack and her family would rather see her buried than crowned. But fate is never merciful. Lyra’s soul is bound to a mate who is both her fiercest protector and her deadliest enemy. A boy who swore an oath that might kill her… and break her in ways no blade could. As betrayal coils tighter than love in a world where alliances shift like shadows and every truth has fangs, Lyra must decide: Will she chain the beast inside her or unleash it? This is because under the Blood Moon, even salvation tastes like blood, every choice bleeds and under the Blood Moon, will love be a weapon?

Binili ng isang hot na pari si Natashia sa isang underground auction. He is Jacc Tyrone Jade Volcoviks. And she expects luck worse than death. In the auction, she sees the highest bidder steps forward and bid in just one single blow. His face is hidden with a pig mask. Nang nasa kamay na siya nito at gawing sex-slave sa isang private island nito, unti-unting na-reveal ang lahat. Siya raw ang runaway bride nito? Siya raw ang arranged marriage woman? May amnesia raw si Natashia? At siya raw ang dahilan kung bakit nasaktan si Father Jacc? All of that revealed by Father Jacc. Walang alam si Natashia. Pero bakit unti-untinay naging maliwanag sa kaniya ang lahat, lalo pa't nabasa niya ang isang makapal na journal. “I will never belong to you! You are a priest and a sinner, Father Jacc!” sigaw ko kay Father Jacc. Father Jacc smirks at me. “But you already do, my little angel. You are contracted to marry me. You are my runaway bride. You are signed and sold.” Natashia is forced into a contract marriage with Jacc, before she knew it. Iyon ang nakalimutan niya dahil sa isang amnesia raw? Pero ang alam niya, niloloko lang siya ng mga tao na nasa paligid niya. But she vows to fight him at her very best she can do. “Confess your sin, my angel,” Father Jacc murmurs. But I glare at him. “I’d rather die and burn in hell kaysa umamin!” “Then let’s burn together in hell, my angel,” he replies seductively.

“Tell me you don’t feel this,” he said softly, his mouth brushing the curve of her ear. Heidi’s breath caught, but her voice stayed steady. “I feel it.” “Then why do you keep fighting me?” “Because I won’t kneel just because my body reacts to you.” His fingers slid from her wrist to her waist, slow and deliberate. “It’s not just your body.” Her pulse jumped when his thumb traced the bare skin where her bracelet used to rest. “Careful, Alpha.” His gaze darkened. “You’re the one who should be careful, Luna.” On her nineteenth birthday, Heidi Artemis stands before her pack prepared for rejection, not desire. Unable to shift and treated like a servant her entire life, she watches her fated mate claim another woman without shedding a single tear. She refuses to beg. Then Kurt Fenris returns from the grave and rips the pack’s future apart. Ruthless and commanding, Kurt takes the Alpha title by force and reduces his enemies to nothing. Heidi is the only one who dares to challenge him, and the tension between them is immediate and electric. When her jade bracelet shatters beneath his grip, their mate bond ignites, fierce and undeniable. He claims her as Luna before the entire pack. Inside the Alpha estate, their connection deepens with every heated argument and every lingering touch. As Heidi cares for his wounded son and confronts those who abused her, ancient magic awakens in her blood. Powerful enemies close in, hunting the divine force stirring inside her. War spreads across territories, vampires rise from the shadows, and a monster plots to claim her heart. They once called her weak. Now the world will learn what happens when a celestial Luna rises.

**Warning: This book contains mature sex scenes, "I hate you," she whispered — breathless, furious, aching. "I hate you more," he growled back. And then he made her forget every man who came before him. Rhaena thought she knew what was missing from her life — until her boyfriend called her boring in bed. Two years together. Not a single orgasm. Done with shame, done with faking, she makes a decision that will unravel everything: one night, one stranger, an elite escort and a dark sex club where no one knows her name. The masked man who finds her there doesn't just give her pleasure. He ruins her — for every other man, for every careful, curated version of herself she's ever performed. But when she leaves, a message arrives: a refund. A record that says she was never there. And before she can make sense of it, her mother drops another bomb — she's engaged. There's a dinner. A mansion. A future stepbrother named Alessio, who looks at Rhaena like she's a problem he wants to destroy. Cold. Hostile. Magnetic in a way that makes her teeth ache. When she overhears him cutting her apart with words, she doesn't run. She fights back. And something ignites between them — sharp as a blade, hot as a wound — something neither of them is willing to name. Because the line between hatred and desire isn't just thin. It's already been crossed. What happens when Rhaena realizes the masked man who woke her body, who owned her in the dark — is her future stepbrother? What happens when Alessio discovers that the woman he can't stand is Cherry — the one he can't stop thinking about? Some secrets don't stay buried. And some hatreds are just love that hasn't lost control.

The train to Centraford was about to depart. That was the ride we'd spent our entire life savings—30 thousand bucks—to get a ticket for. I was gripping my mate, Byron Reynolds's, hand tightly, trying to pull him onto the last train to Centraford. This was the chance I'd waited three long years for. Once we entered Centraford, we could rise from being low-tier civilian werewolves to official Silvren Talons workers—registered, salaried, and numbered. If we missed this train, we'd be stuck forever in Sidersville, a chaotic melting pot, never able to enter the heart of the werewolf city-state. But Byron held us back, refusing to leave without Lisa Peters, who was still down by the river, washing her face. In the very last second before the train took off, I had our friends forcibly drag Byron aboard. We made it to Centraford and became Silvren Talons workers. But Lisa missed her chance. She was left behind in Sidersville and became a rogue, a plaything passed around by countless men. A few years later, she was tortured to death. Byron looked fine on the surface. But on the day of our marking ceremony, he drove a silver blade into my stomach, killing the pup growing inside me, and tore out my heart. His eyes burned red as he growled through clenched teeth, "This is all your fault. You're the reason Lisa never made it to Centraford. "She suffered so much before she died. Why do you get to be happy?" After killing me, he chopped my body up and fed it to the stray dogs. Then I opened my eyes—and found myself right back at the train station, before it departed. This time, I'd wait with him for the woman he loved so much. And I'd make him pay for everything he did to me and my pup.

“I, Castiel Vexthorn, hereby reject you…” His voice cut through the room like a blade, each word dripping with venom. “What is your name?” He didn’t even know my name. The humiliation hit harder than the rejection itself. I met his gaze—those cold, storm-gray eyes that seemed carved from granite. “Estelle Frost.” I kept my voice steady, refusing to let him see me falter. “I reject you, Estelle Frost!” His words thundered in the air, the weight of the mate bond snapping inside me like a brittle twig. **** They called him a cursed king. He called her a mistake. A weakness. When pack healer Estelle Frost accompanies her Alpha to a summit of Alphas, she expects nothing more than long hours tending to warriors and ignoring the sting of her fiancé’s betrayal. One night. One drink too many. One bed she should never have fallen into… and she wakes beside Castiel Alaric Vexthorn, the feared Alpha King who despises humans. The next morning, he discovers she is his fated mate and rejects her without mercy. But fate is not so easily severed. Because weeks later, Estelle learns she’s carrying the heirs of the very man who swore he’d never want her. And the cursed Alpha King will burn the world to claim what he’s just thrown away. *** “I should hate you, Dove. Heck, I want to but…” His storm gray eyes looked into mine and slowly, ever slowly, he leaned closer and captured my lips. I gasped, my hands flying to hold onto his broad chest. He seized the moment to slide his tongue through my lips and I let out a tiny moan. The kiss wasn't gentle. It was demanding. Possessive and filled with want.

Sienna Calder swore she’d never touch her father’s world—Dorian Ashford, shipping mogul and billionaire king, left her mom to rot while he built his empire. She’s there to curse his grave when he dies, not to claim a dime. But his will traps her, naming her co-heir to his $50 billion legacy alongside Roman Valtieri, the brooding, hard-edged protégé who’s clawed his way into Dorian’s shadow—and now into hers. They’re to run the empire together or lose it all, and Sienna hates him for it: too slick, too close, every look a spark she doesn’t want. Then a letter from Dorian’s cold hand ignites the fire—he was murdered, and Roman’s name’s scratched beside the truth. A silver key and a vial of blood—hers, his—drag her deeper, promising answers locked in Ashford estate.But the walls crash in fast: Ezra Locke, a scarred snake with a grin like a blade, wants that key, and he’ll drown the place to get it. Roman’s her lifeline—gun drawn, hands steady, pulling her from the flood—and she loathes how his touch burns, how his voice steadies her when the water’s at her throat. Caught between rage and a pull she can’t name, Sienna fights the heat growing with every near miss—Roman’s too damn solid, too damn close, and she’s torn between shoving him away and pulling him in. The empire’s crumbling, the cliff’s falling, and Ezra’s not the only shadow circling—something darker watches, waiting. Love’s a gamble when blood’s the stake, and Sienna’s playing with a deck her father rigged. Can she trust Roman’s hands to hold her up, or will the crown they’re fighting for crush them both in its ashes?

I'm Dominik, the dark side of an Archangel. I have no good in me. I have never loved a soul. Yet, here I am, falling for a Human girl with bright blue eyes. How? I want to get the fuck out of here. Ever since I was imprisoned here, my brother has been a thorn in my spine. I have continually schemed ways to escape. Not that I don't appreciate Hilda and everything she has done, my freedom has always been my priority. Tell me why I am so enamored with this little Human? The way she laughs. The way she admires me when she thinks I'm not looking. The pink flooding her cheeks. The problem is, The Keepers are looking for their amulet, and Master Rowen is looking for his pet… I didn't know which one was worse. I knew what I had to do to get us out, and It was going to hurt me more than it would hurt her. I even contemplated not doing it and just staying here, with her… But the Keepers couldn't be so kind as to leave her be. My plan was here, the time to execute was now, and I forced her to take us back with her. I didn't save her when she arrived, just to allow my fucking feelings to get in the way. Guilt flooded my chest when I manipulated her. It flooded my chest again when my brother shoved a flaming hot Angel blade right through her… What did I do? Oh, yea… I left her there to bleed out… And now that I've ruined any chance I ever could have had with the little Human… I'm going to open Pandora's Box and unleash hell onto this world. If I have to hurt, so does everyone else.