Orc Hero Story

The wealthy Hanson family makes it clear that whichever sister gives birth to the family's first grandson will inherit the billion-dollar fortune. In my previous life, my sister, under our parents' arrangement, married the strong and healthy third son, Jerome Hanson. I, on the other hand, was given to the gloomy eldest son, Lester Hanson, whose legs were paralyzed. Under my treatment, Lester regained full use of his legs. I became pregnant with the Hanson family's first grandson. Meanwhile, my sister was driven to madness by Jerome's abuse, becoming the laughingstock of every wealthy woman's dinner gossip. On the day I went into labor, my sister stabbed my belly with a knife. Then, she pulled me off a rooftop with her. Now, in this life, we start over. The moment Lester sends over a golden bridal bouquet, my sister snatches it without hesitation. "I want to marry Lester!" she declares.

"A talented and ambitious chef, Jaime Martinez knows the value of hard work. Now the executive chef at his best friend’s vineyard in Heron’s Landing, Jaime only wants to make his mark on the culinary world. Romance? Not in the cards for him. And definitely not with his best friend’s little sister, who’s recently grown into a beautiful young woman. A painter and an innocent, Grace Danvers is a temptation that would only end in disaster. Yet when Grace confesses her feelings for Jaime one night, he’s suddenly torn between his attraction to her and his loyalty to her brother. Soon that loyalty is tested when Jaime comes under scrutiny for a crime he didn’t commit, a crime that could jeopardize all of his hard work and his blossoming romance with Grace. As things heat to a boiling point between the forbidden lovers, Jaime must now decide if he’s willing to sacrifice everything for the woman he loves. This title was previously published as Tempt Me Tenderly. It’s been rereleased with a brand-new look and with lightly edited content."

“ I don’t like you, you’re not fit to be called my mate,”he growled , his cold gaze piercing through me. “ I hate you , I don’t want to be your mate ,” I fired back at him. Thereafter he rejected me, I accepted ,but the bond refused to break. *** When Layla was forced into an arranged bond with the Heir-Alpha after the moon goddess chose her as his mate during a ceremony, he doesn’t love her because his heart is tied to someone else. She doesn’t have any reason to be tied to a cold , bitter Alpha. But then they had no choice. Living under the same roof, in the same room, resisting their mate bond became a daily battle. When dark secrets begin to unfold and danger threatens the pack, their fake connection may be the only thing that can save them. Will they finally seal the bond to protect everything that they know or will their secrets tear them apart?

Ruthless and merciless, Jayden Ashford is the Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack, he lives in the modern world as the CEO of J Clothings disguised as a human All was well until the Moon goddess rejected the mate he had chosen for himself He was reminded of a promise he made to marry a human girl, a promise he made as a child to his first love, a promise he had long forgotten Luna Wilsford is a simple and carefree lady who's life goal is to get a job, earn enough money to pay her mother's hospital bills and live happily ever after with her. Luna's simple world collapsed the day her long lost childhood love who is now a hotshot CEO with a ruthless personality appeared at her doorstep with a marriage proposal When Luna is forced to marry the ruthless Alpha CEO, she hopes to find mercy in the hands of the merciless Alpha Amidst the hardships and power tussle, secrets are unveiled and love begins to bloom.

"You should be scared," I whispered, brushing my fingertips along her spine, slow and teasing, then down over the swell of her ass. My palm lingered, gripping one cheek possessively. "Because you've just given yourself to the devil." I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. “And the devil? He doesn’t believe in mercy." .... I should have known better than to sign his contract. My new husband was never meant to be real. He was supposed to be a name on paper, a shield against the vultures circling my late husband's empire. An arrangement with an expiration date. But Killian Cross doesn't let go. He's ruthless, obsessive, and dangerously possessive. The kind of man who doesn't just own his empire. He owns everything in his grasp. And now, that includes me. I thought I could play his game and walk away unscathed. I was wrong. Because my contract husband has made one thing clear. I belong to him now. But what happens when the shadows surrounding him become my prison? What if love isn’t enough for the hell awaiting us? Will I be able to save him when he needs me? Or will we both drown in the raging tempest?

Mira Nova Norville, an amazing heart surgeon was heading to a great life, new life and opportunities. Her excitement on the roof but all of that shattered when a rouge attack back fired, killing multiple human, and almost killing her. But save by an Alpha, a king. Kade Vance Ford, whose mate Mira was. Unfortunately, to a man who rejected the idea of a mate. But his responsibilities to him pack made him do something he would have never done. Now half dead, she was taken to the Kingdom Burak against her will and thrown to the life she knew nothing about. However, Kade's past life come back to haunt him, now having a new target, the Kingdom's queen Mira. Will Mira be able to live this life with a man who hated her existence?. Will she discover who she really is? Or survive whatever that was coming for her and only her this time?

Your cold eyes confuse my body in love with you, and the sound of your whispers and your breath when you stroke my neck is enough to make me obsessed!  I didn't want you but you became a part of me and your details are my bliss I adore your cold cruelty and your majesty when you are between black and white, and I even love having your head in my lap and your charcoal hair when it permeates between my fingers, you entered my life like hell and you forced me into you, if only you knew  How I love your confessions that confuse me!

Everyone thinks that I can only rely on my husband, Erico Vitale, to survive after I've lost my family's protection. So, when he wants to get a divorce, I can only agree to it. If he wants to remarry me, I'll accept his demands docilely. I'm the dog whom the Vitale family can beckon over and easily dismiss on a whim. But when I finally have had enough of this life, I dial the number that I've kept sealed away for a long time. That's when I hear Gian Lucenti tell me, "Nina, I'll marry you in ten days." Well, Erico, what will you do when I, the woman whom you've been treating as a pet this whole time, leave you once and for all?

Back when we were still in love, I heard from someone else that Charlie Grant had been getting unusually close to his secretary. He never offered an explanation. He let me dig for the truth on my own. Over the past five years, I quietly collected countless photos of them together—having lunch, leaving late-night meetings, even traveling for business—but none of them offered conclusive proof of cheating. Until the day he proposed to me. There was a giant screen set up. It was supposed to play a romantic video Charlie had prepared just for the proposal, but the screen suddenly cut to something else. A video of Charlie at a hospital, standing beside his secretary as she underwent a pregnancy check-up. In the video, the doctor clearly referred to Charlie as her husband… and the father of her child. His secretary burst into tears on the spot and apologized to me repeatedly. She sobbed as though she were the victim. Charlie, however, stood there with a cold expression and said flatly, "She's an unwed mother. She was helpless. I was just accompanying her for the checkup. The doctor must've misunderstood." Everyone braced for a dramatic scene. However, I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I only reached up and slowly removed the delicate flower hairpiece from my head. I set the hairpiece down. Then I looked Charlie in the eyes and spoke calmly. "You're right. It is sad that she’s pregnant and all alone. "This marriage proposal was meant for her. Not me." I gave a faint smile. "May you enjoy a blissful life. And… congratulations on the baby."

My husband's first love posted a video on her social media. In the video, the two of them were passing a playing card with their lips. When the card fell, their lips met in a kiss. They didn't stop—lost in the moment, they kissed passionately for an entire minute. Her caption read: [Still the same clumsy piggy! PS: Steve's skills are as good as ever!] I quietly liked the post and left a comment: [Congrats.] The next second, my husband called, yelling at me furiously, "No other woman is as dramatic as you! I was just playing a game with Lanie. Why are you acting crazy again?" It was then that I realized seven years of love meant nothing. It was time for me to leave.