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"Jayden, your grandfather gave a promise to Queen Camellia, the mother of King Henry to protect their kingdom after the death of her King consort. And as you know about the backstabbing of Edward II. It seems like we are incompetent in fulfilling the promise of your grandfather. For protecting the throne of Orbloem and giving its actual Ruler back the only way possible is to have a relationship with the Bloemen Royal Family other than Frienship. As Rosaleigh is the crown princess of Orbloem and you're the heir apparent to Swedwish throne. I want you to marry Rosaleigh." Grandmama adjured. Without any further thoughts I stood to my feet and picked up the box from the mahogany table. "Your wish my command mormor." I smiled and bowed at her before leaving the library. Being Born to a royal family is not a cake walk. We're taught to abide by our elder's wish. And here it was about the promise my late grandfather made to Queen Camellia. Or'bloem is a comparatively small monarchy than Swedway. And the only way I see to regain and protect Orbloem's land is to marry Rosaleigh. I am a Royalty and fulfilling my grandfather's promise is my duty. I'll fulfill a NOBLE PROMISE. *** Jayden Alexander Krigston wants to marry Rosaleigh Isabelle Bloemen to fulfill his grandfather's promise. In that attempt he indeed falls in love with Rosaleigh. But as always fate has another plans.. How will Jayden being a NOBLE fulfill the PROMISE? Copyrights © 2020 by B_Iqbal

I've been overlooked by the Lawson family a hundred times over. On birthdays, they only ever get a cake for my sister, Jocelyn Lawson. When I'm sick, I lie alone in a hospital bed while they fuss around her. I tell myself to tough it out and be a good daughter, but no amount of my endurance ever earns me a drop of their favor. On my wedding day, I think I'll finally get my moment to shine, at least for once. But I'm wrong. My parents, my brother, and even my fiance—Felix Wright, the head of a mafia empire—abandon me to attend Jocelyn's graduation ceremony. They leave me standing alone at the altar, enduring the guests' whispers and pitying glances. But Felix just throws me a cold line. "It's just a wedding. We'll make it up another day." It's not the first time. At our engagement party, Jocelyn whimpers about a stomachache, and he rushes her to the hospital without a flicker of hesitation. I'm left to smile through gritted teeth, making excuses to a room full of guests. That's the moment it hits me. To them, I'll always be the spare. So, I walk away. I pack my bags and carry a secret with me—the child growing inside me. This time, I'm done waiting for their scraps of affection. I'm starting a new chapter in my life, for me and my baby.

On his birthday, Ravi Lazy Arsenio asked for an original plea while blowing out candles on a birthday cake to bring down an angel in his life. When Ravi headed to his room the same day he was startled by a strange man being in his room wearing only leather trousers. The man named Raymond said that his life belonged to Ravi whose purpose of his arrival was to take care of Ravi as well as help him in all of Ravi's lazy daily life, evidenced by a large tattoo bearing Ravi's name on his chest. Ravi wants to report it to the police but undoes his intentions when he finds out there's a big secret they have to cover up about Raymond that comes out of nowhere. Plus Raymond's behavior like children under five years old who cry easily, there is something that surprises Ravi is that he has big wings, black and soft, coming out of his back. Not only that, Raymond always shoots scents that almost make Ravi lose control of himself. Raymond's arrival also makes Ravi's life more complicated than before which leads him into a big problem that Ravi never imagined. Who exactly is Raymond? What is the real purpose? What dark past did Raymond and his family try to hide from Ravi all along?

Elijah Morris has been fooling around for four out of the five years we've been married. And from the very first month, he openly betrays me. Meanwhile, I spend my time warding people off with expensive contracts, one after another. Eventually, all that's left between us is constant fighting. One day, his younger stepsister, Abigail Wright, returns. And just like that, he finally settles down. That's when the system tells me that I can finally go home. For the next five days, I no longer ask about his schedule. I don't care if he is with Abigail, nor do I care if she is pregnant with his child. I even move out of the master bedroom myself, listening to them going at it all night. The fifth day after Abigail's return is our wedding anniversary. Elijah bursts into the room, tears up our marriage certificate in front of me, and smashes my most treasured vase into pieces. He grips my throat tightly and growls, "Why did you put mango in Abby's cake? She's allergic, and she almost died! How could you be so cruel?" For the first time, I don't argue with him. Instead, I go along with his accusations. "So what?" I then pick up a shard from the broken vase on the floor under his disbelieving gaze. Then, I draw it across my artery. Just like that, I end my life in this world.

Carson Meyer, heir to the strongest underworld mafia in America. He is known for his ruthless and rough behavior. Slaying people is a piece of cake for him. He does not make any exceptions, not once. Now his father, the current head of the mafia racket, is worried about his son. He wants his son to think rationally before taking blood on his hands. The only answer he could find to that was MARRIAGE. He demands his son to get married if he wants to inherit his business. Carson looked up to too many girls he slept with without any emotions or pleasure but out of exhaustion. He couldn’t find a single woman that could interest him with loyalty and obedience. Sleeping with him for a night or two was legal to the girls but spending their whole life with a psychopath wasn’t. Just then his eyes rested on an innocent beauty getting auctioned. He buys her and the marriage goes smoothly as he was getting fond of her innocence and obedience. But then, the wedding night revealed a harsh truth. He got to know Luna Blake, the girl he bought is blind. The betrayal he felt overwhelmed his thinking. What will he do now? He surely can’t divorce her or he will lose his inheritance. But he also can’t keep her as his wife. Will this slave and master contract serve him the delicacies he urges for? Or will this be the other way around?

I've been in a secret relationship with Declan Gibson for five years, and I've tried to seduce him more times than I can count. Yet, when I stand in front of him in my birthday suit and a pair of bunny ears, all he does is worry that I'll catch a cold and wrap me in a blanket. I used to think his restraint came from being the mafia don, that he was saving our first time for our wedding night. However, one month before the ceremony, he secretly plans the city's grandest fireworks show to celebrate his childhood sweetheart's birthday. They hug and share a slice of cake in public. That night, they check into a hotel. … The next morning, I watch them leave together. That's when I realize Declan is not restrained. He just doesn't love me, so I walk out of the hotel. I call my parents. "Dad, I've broken up with Declan. I'll marry into the Sullivan family as planned." My father is stunned. "I thought you were madly in love with Declan. Why did you break up? I heard Bryson can't have children. You've always loved kids. What will you do once you marry him?" "It's fine," I reply, disheartened. "We can always adopt."

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I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years. But not at me. At her. My cousin, Isla. His first love. She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother. They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt. I was never meant to be here. I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me. To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders. He never touched me unless required. He never looked at me like I was his Luna. In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter. And I knew. I had played my part long enough. So I turned away. It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine. But when he sensed I was really leaving, when the tether between us began to snap, he broke. Dropped to his knees, clutching the pups like lifelines, his voice raw. "Please," he whispered, "don't leave me." Even the pups cried, reaching for me with shaking hands. "Mom, we’re sorry… We didn't mean it. Please don't go."

"I want you to be our personal stripper," declared Killian, his voice deep and cold, slicing through the air and quickening her heartbeat. The intensity in their gaze made her knees weaken, a sensation hard to ignore. Nervously, she gulped, managing to stammer, "S-Sir..." Atlas, positioned behind her, added, "We'll pay you thrice what you earn in this club, sweetheart." His warm breath teased the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She instinctively closed her thighs, aware of their eyes lingering on her nearly naked form. The offer was undeniably tempting, almost too good to be true. Killian Knight and Atlas De Luca, both successful bachelors in the city, were her employers in which she worked as their assistant, and the unexpected sight of them in the strip club where she worked as a dancer was nothing short of a shock. What added to the surprise was the outrageous proposal they were making! But, being the sole provider of her family, Claire find it hard to decline their offer. For her, money is everything, especially because of their family condition. Being with a sick mother and a brother battling with leukemia, Claire shouldered everything, and she in desperate to make a living. And so, Claire found herself agreeing. Be their stripper? That’s a piece of cake for her. Or so she thought. Fate takes an unexpected turn for Claire when she finds herself falling for the men she promised not to get attached to. However, avoiding two drop-dead hot bachelors proves to be a challenge, especially when fate seems to favor their presence. Becoming the personal stripper for the affluent and influential Killian Knight and Atlas De Luca, Claire finds herself entangled in a web of emotions she never anticipated...

I don't believe in fairytale. I don't believe in happy endings too. To me, anything that involves freedom is a myth. Love is a strange word, something I sought for ages but only got slapped back in the end by the strong fume of hatred that surrounded me. The only thing that can end this pain is death, mine or my abuser's. And either way, I was prepared. ~Ellen Oliver ~ *** His hand roamed my body possessively, his gaze penetrating me with lust and hunger, his finger finding its way to my core. His voice, gruffly and nasal, filled my ear with a disturbing hunger. "You are mine. Mine alone. Mine to touch, mine to keep, mine to fuck. All of you, Omega. I own all of your goddamn body. You are my pleasure toy..." *** Rejected by her mate and forsaken by her pack, Ellen Oliver endured massive humiliations and tortures because she was believed to be a cursed wolf, and like an icing on the cake of her misery, she happened to be an Omega too. The hell, she was the weakest Omega. After losing her mother due to a forced labour to produce her, Ellen was hated by even her Beta father whom one would have expected to naturally love her. She felt life couldn't get any worse for her, as her survival depended on how well she pleases and entertained her tormentors. But there was a revival.. a revival she never expected nor believed and it came with a change that had her tormentors on their knees, at her feet. ..