No Face Journeys

Althea Johnson did not walk blindly into darkness. Before the contracts, the demands of blood and legacy — Dominic Valtieri had loved her. It was fierce, dangerous, and real enough to make her believe she could stand beside a man the world feared. Behind his ruthless reputation, she had seen a man capable of choosing her. For a while, he did. Until the weight of his name consumed him. By the time they marry, Dominic is no longer the man who once held her like something precious. He is colder, controlled by a dynasty that demands an heir and sees love as weakness. Still, Althea clings to the ghost of what they once were, hoping the man she loved is still buried somewhere inside him. On their wedding night, that hope dies. There is no tenderness—only possession. No love—only purpose. She is not a wife to him, but a necessity. When she discovers she’s pregnant, the truth becomes unbearable. Dominic did not choose her again. He chose what she could give him. An heir. A legacy. A continuation of a name built on power and fear. To him, she is no longer the woman he loved. She became a vessel. But grief hardens into something far more dangerous than heartbreak. Because Althea remembers who he used to be — and that memory burns. If legacy has consumed Dominic Valtieri, then she will become the one thing his empire never accounted for: defiance. She will not allow her child to be raised as a pawn in a dynasty built on fear. She will not let love be twisted into ownership. And if she must burn his empire to the ground to set her child free— She will.

She was the perfect wife—until he made her the perfect villain. Betrayed by the man she once loved, stripped of her dignity, and cast aside for another woman, Rebecca Belmont walks away from her ruined marriage with nothing—except a burning desire for vengeance. But when she uncovers a shocking secret about her son, the game changes. With the ruthless Kendrick Rayes by her side, Rebecca will take back everything that was stolen from her. And this time, she won’t just destroy Felix Sterling—she’ll make him beg.

Greed is a powerful feeling that has changed the world over thousands of years. Science, religion, and magic have built a new era and there are some who want to end it all, for the sake of a dying world. It is only up to certain beings to awaken the world and cleanse the lurking evil within the desires of the current rulers, or to wipe out those who can't contribute any good to a new rising world.

En el quinto año de mi amor por Gabriel, él heredó el título de Lord Vampiro de su difunto hermano, así como a su viuda, Chloe, la antigua Reina de Sangre y, por sangre y ley, mi pariente por pacto. Cada vez que regresaba de los aposentos de ella, Gabriel me abrazaba con dulzura y me susurraba: —Isabella, Chloe es solo mi Consorte Elegida. Una vez que conciba y dé a luz al heredero del Aquelarre Blazetooth, me uniré a ti mediante un vínculo de sangre. Decía que era la única condición que su familia le exigía para ascender como Lord. Durante los seis meses posteriores a nuestro regreso al Aquelarre Blazetooth, él acudió a su llamado cien veces. Al principio, una vez al mes. Luego, una vez por semana. Y todas las noches. En la centésima noche que pasé despierta esperándolo, Chloe concibió. La noticia llegó junto con otro anuncio: Gabriel y Chloe pronto quedarían unidos por un vínculo de sangre. Mi hijo me miró, confundido e inocente. —Mamá... ¿no decían que papá formaría un vínculo de sangre con la Reina de Sangre a la que ama? ¿Por qué no ha venido a llevarnos a casa todavía? —Porque —dije con suavidad mientras le acariciaba el cabello—, la Reina de Sangre a la que ama nunca fue tu madre. No importa —añadí—. Yo te llevaré a casa. A nuestro propio hogar. Lo que Gabriel nunca notó fue que como la única hija de un Rey Vampiro en funciones, nunca me había interesado en lo más mínimo el título de Reina de Sangre del Aquelarre Blazetooth.

When I was ten years old, I sold my mother to human traffickers. My father calls me an ungrateful monster, a devil. He sues me 99 times, but each time, I am found not guilty because I am under 14. In the end, on his way to bring my mother home, he is beaten to death by the men in that village. 20 years later, my younger sister finally brings our mother—now unable to walk and mentally unstable—out of the village. She starts a livestream and breaks down in tears. "I beg the internet to put my devil of a sister on trial. Don’t let her get away with this! She destroyed my family. I will make sure she loses everything!" But only I know… My mother deserves it.

After I'm done with the healing process at the Holy Springs, I return to the pack where my younger brother, Cole Blackclaw, and I reside. Unexpectedly, before I can step into the pack's territory, I find my path getting blocked by a few wolves whom I've never seen before. "If you want to enter the Moon Pack, you'd better submit everything on the list!" The leading she-wolf of the group tosses a list filled with things in my face. The list shows the criteria needed to enter the Moon Pack's territory—venison of the Deer King, tens of millions of Healing Rocks, and over a million beauty tonics! I never expected that Cole would list such harsh conditions for anyone who wishes to join the Moon Pack during my three-year absence! How did those geezers at the Elders' Council even let him get away with this idea in the first place? I roared angrily, "Tell Cole to get his ass out here and see me! I'm Wendy Blackclaw, his older sister!" As soon as my words fall, the she-wolf covers her mouth and begins shrieking at me. "How ridiculous! I'm Cole's mate, Amy McGrave! Cole never told me he had an older sister! Can you even submit these things? If not, then get lost! The Moon Pack doesn't welcome wolves like you!" I just stand where I am as I huff coldly in return. "You've never seen me, seeing as I was gone for three years. That's fine—I don't blame you for that. But now, I want Cole to see me right now. Otherwise, he can forget about retaining his Alpha status!"

During a battle with a rival pack, my Alpha mate, Damien, burst into my private healing sanctuary. He was carrying Lyra, a Beta warrior who had supposedly taken a poisoned blade for him. The next day, under the watchful eye of the Moon Goddess, Damien was forced by the pack elders to apologize. He explained that bringing an outsider into my sanctuary was a desperate act in a moment of crisis. After all, Lyra had saved his life. But that night, in the bed we once shared, Lyra stabbed herself with a dagger laced with wolfsbane and framed me for the attack. He chose to believe her. The rejection ceremony ripped my wolf from my soul. I was cast out—a powerless exile, left for dead in a storm, to be torn to shreds by rogues. But what Damien never knew was that the ancient curse afflicting him could only be healed by me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning: the moment Damien carried that woman in, demanding I save her.

A queridinha de infância do meu marido, a doce e intocável Carla, sofreu queimaduras com água fervente. E, como castigo pelo que ele acreditava que eu tinha feito... Ele me trancou viva dentro de uma câmara de vapor, pequena demais pra eu sequer me mexer. Aumentou o fogo ao máximo. — A dor que a Carla sentiu, você vai sentir mil vezes pior! — Ele gritou, com os olhos cheios de ódio. Presa naquele espaço sufocante, o ar ficou pesado, quase impossível de respirar. O calor queimava por dentro, como se estivesse me cozinhando viva. Eu chorava, implorava por piedade: — Eu vou morrer! Por favor, me tira daqui! Mas ele... Ele apenas segurou Carla nos braços e saiu sem olhar pra trás. — Fica tranquila. Você não vai morrer... Mas só assim vai entender o que ela passou. Meus gritos de desespero ecoavam abafados dentro da câmara. A água borbulhava sob meus pés, lançando respingos ferventes contra minha pele. A dor era insuportável. Minha voz foi sumindo... Engolida pelo calor. Enquanto isso, ele curtia uma viagem internacional com Carla, sorrindo como se nada tivesse acontecido. Uma semana depois, ao voltar, lembrou de mim como quem se lembra de uma encomenda esquecida: — Aquela vagabunda já deve ter aprendido a lição. Podem soltá-la. O que ele não sabia... É que dentro daquela câmara abafada, onde a água já tinha secado e o vapor cessado, o que restava de mim... Já estava sendo devorado por vermes.

Poison to death by her own betrothed, Agatha, after being reborn found herself bound to a system that constantly pitted her against her moral compass. Murdered by her cheating boyfriend and her best friend, Agatha Moore spent her last few breaths regretting the fact that she had been a people pleaser throughout her life trying to be nice to everyone. " If only I had a little ounce of ruthlessness in my person, they would never think of me as a pushover." Agatha found herself thinking out loud. Thus, in her dying moment, she swore not to be that good girl anymore in her next life.

In the heart of Chicago, the story No More Regrets is a true story based on two best friends, Sade and Isla, whose bond started in kindergarten and grows stronger through all of life’s twists and turns. They’ve been through everything together, from school dances to teenage heartbreaks and even the loss of a mother during high school. Their friendship is unshakable, so they thought. As they get older, life seems to fall into place. Sade marries her charming childhood, sweetheart, and Isla finds love with her steady and supportive partner. Their lives become so intertwined it’s hard to imagine one without the other, but just when everything seems perfect, one Halloween night changes everything. Sade’s world comes crashing down when she discovers a betrayal of the largest magnitude. Her husband and her best friend are they really having an affair? The betrayal cuts deep. Deeper than she ever thought possible, leaving her feeling broken and lost. She struggles to hold herself together, and the pain is overwhelming. When her perfect marriage falls apart, her friendship crumbles, and she’s left wondering if she’ll ever feel whole again. At her lowest point, Sade allows someone unexpectedly to begin breaking down her walls of dispare. He doesn’t try to fix her or make grand promises. Instead, he gives her the space to find her own strength and reminds her of who she really is.. No More Regrets is a heartfelt story about love, loss, and finding yourself after everything falls apart. It’s about realizing ones worth and picking up the broken pieces life gives you by proving to yourself that no matter how broken you feel, you can always come back stronger.