One Year After

Colin is the alpha of one of the strongest packs on the continent. His pack is strong and independent. He knows his mate is out there somewhere. But he is patent, he knows he will find her. Adina has more secrets than most. Her life is a long row of moves between different packs, covens and even nests. Then there is the never-ending list of responsibilities that fall upon her. She was hoping that her best and only friend and bodyguard, Sean, would end up being her mate. Who else would be able to handle her life? But no such luck. Sean is the bodyguard that never leaves Adina's side. He has rarely done so since they first meet when he was fourteen. And although they are each other's one constant in life, he carries two secrets he has sworn never to reveal to her. When mate bonds are discovered, treason is unearthed and friendships are put to the test. These three will have to find a new way of living and trust each other and their allies. Or the magical community will be thrown into chaos.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT. Savannah Cortez met Blue Laurel at Club Hell. He was drowning himself in alcohol. Feeling crazy and thrilled, she thought he needed a help, and so she initiated their first kiss. And she realized, he's an innocent man. He doesn't even know how to kiss! But that didn't change her mind, because at some point, she felt attracted to him. "Your are shaking. Relax, baby, just follow my moves." One innocent night, they became as one. He doesn't know her name, but her face, he remembered everything, even the smallest details. After five years, they met again. Later on, he learned about her child... who turned to be his too.

My mom, Susan, had a habit of sending me to get her shopping. However, she would always leave out a zero when paying me back what was owed, blaming on her poor eyesight. I never minded. In fact, I would just cover the cost without another word. Then, Summer, my sister, had to throw shade. “Mom sends you money whenever she wants something. You never show us the actual costs, though. I bet you’re making a nice little profit off Mom behind our backs.” Susan smiled and didn’t even bother to defend me, as if confirming Summer’s accusations. My heart sank. Over the years, I had bought her things from major appliances to the smallest groceries, and each time, the payment she sent was short. Susan would just brush the whole thing off by saying, “Oh, my eyes aren’t what they used to be. My bad.” I had poured hundreds of thousands into her expenses, only to end up with a reputation as a thief who cheated her own family. When Susan sent me money for the New Year’s Eve catering, I simply booked food that fit the budget she paid for.

Stella Ferry is a gentle and somewhat aloof young girl. She has always been kind and outstanding, which has led to envy from her cousin. Despite her young age, she has faced humiliation. Seven years ago, she was involved in a scandal that brought her shame. However, in the years that followed, she developed a strong character and is no longer an easy target for bullying. Now, she is ready to confront the family that mistreated her. Upon her return to the country, Stella accidentally encounters Caleb Kingsley, a cold and domineering man. She is taken aback when she sees him because he resembles her six-year-old son. Could it be that this man is the one she spent an entire night with in the past?

On the night before our wedding, my fiancee, Elara Wynn, gave her first time to her first love, Drew Mercer. I left my engagement ring behind and walked away. Before I went, I posted a message on their social feed: "Hope you two get back together soon. I’m clearing the way for you." The very next second, my fiancee called. "Cassian Rowe, I just didn’t want to leave regrets in my life. Can you stop being so old-fashioned?" I answered, annoyed, that she was no longer my fiancee and had nothing to do with me. That was when she panicked.

หนึ่งนางหลงรักเขามาตั้งเด็ก ๆ ส่วนเขาน่ะ 'เกลียด' เธอเข้าไส้ แค่เพราะว่าเธอเคยบอกใครต่อใครว่า 'อยากมีสามีรวย' // พวกผู้หญิงหิวเงิน

Isang kasal na walang pag-ibig—iyon lang ang turing ni Hunter kay Ayla. At nang muling bumalik ang kanyang unang mahal, wala siyang pagdadalawang-isip na iwan si Ayla at burahin ang lahat ng mayroon sila. Pero hindi lahat ng iniwan ay nananatiling mahina. Muling bumangon si Ayla, hindi na bilang biktima kundi bilang isang babaeng handang gumanti. Ngunit habang papalapit siya sa kanyang layunin, isang tanong ang unti-unting bumabalot sa kanyang puso—paghihiganti ba talaga ang gusto niya… o ang patunayan na siya ang dapat pinili? Sa laban ng nakaraan at kasalukuyan, ng pag-ibig at galit—hanggang saan kayang sirain ni Ayla ang isang taong hindi naman siya minahal? At kapag dumating ang huli, sino ang tunay na matatalo?

I'm having a mental breakdown as I face a clogged drain with my feverish and fussing daughter in my arms. Meanwhile, my husband has reserved a hotel to celebrate another woman's birthday. My mother-in-law spits on the floor. "This is what you deserve. You can't even capture a man's heart!" I clench a fist around the winning lottery ticket in my pocket. I want to get a divorce.

We’d been together for seven years, but during that entire time, my fiancée rejected the idea of getting married ninety-nine times, all because of a male intern. The first time, she canceled our vacation at the last minute, saying the intern was stuck on a night shift and afraid of the dark. She got on a flight that very night and rushed back to the hospital. The second time, we were already halfway through the doors of the courthouse to get our marriage registered. But just then, she got word that the intern had collapsed from exhaustion. Without a second thought, she left me standing alone in the snow for the entire day. After that, it became a pattern. Every time we were together, the intern would find some excuse to pull her away. Eventually, I made up my mind to let go. I stopped dreaming about a happy marriage with her. However, just when I announced I was transferring to another city, she broke down, begging me, almost hysterically, not to leave.

"Don't you think that skirt is short for you?" She says, changing the subject and taking another long hit from her blunt. Since when does she care about my clothing? Besides it's not like it's affecting anyone, so why does it matter? "Um, no. Why do you care anyways?" I ask suspiciously, while looking down at my skirt. It's not even short. "People are looking at you in there, and maybe it's because of what you're wearing," She throws her blunt on the ashtray that she has, and turns her attention on me staring fiercely into my eyes. "Why does it matter? It's not like it's a bad thing." I say, now worried at this point. I don't know what's going through her mind as she comes closer to me, again my back is against the wall beside the balcony railing. "It is a bad thing because it seems everyone in there wants to fuck you, and for some damn reason it's bothering me." Heaven says lowly, barely audible. ----- Hatred. Despite. Mixed feelings. Read to find out about Valentina and Heavens relationship, which starts off as despiteful, then turns into something pure.