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Five brothers, descendants from the ancient power of wolves, find themselves stuck with more than they bargained for after taking in Purity, a young female. Only one of the brothers has ever had interactions with humans daily, but add a curse, and promise to a vampire, you'll get a whole pack of wolves finding themselves acting out of character only to vie for her approval. What is the secret Purity's unaware of? Will she ever get along with the Alpha? Will her presence cause more distruption, or will it cause a love triangle of unusual circumstances?

Samantha Hale thought she had it all — a perfect marriage, a thriving career as a software engineer, and the kind of life that looked flawless from the outside. Until she discovers her husband is cheating on her… with her sister. And that her sister is pregnant. Betrayed. Homeless. Broke. One night, Samantha enters a radio contest on a whim — and wins an old Victorian mansion in a forgotten countryside town called Willow Creek. It’s supposed to be her new beginning. But the house has a secret buried deep beneath its foundations. When she unlocks the door to the basement, Samantha finds two stone coffins — and accidentally awakens Lucien Varyn, the long-lost King of Vampires, and

Anna, a determined young woman, is drawn into the glamorous but dangerous world of a wealthy family. After uncovering hidden truths about her father’s past, she finds herself entangled with the powerful Orlov family. Secrets, betrayal, and suspense shadow her every step, challenging her courage and resilience. Along the way, Anna navigates complex emotions, love, and revenge, as her connection with David Orlov grows stronger. This contemporary romance reveals the hidden struggles behind wealth and power, and explores the intricate dynamics of trust, loyalty, and ambition. Readers who enjoy revenge, forbidden love, and mysterious secrets will be captivated by Anna’s journey, as she risks ever

Jessica and her family went to visit her aunt during holidays,she didn't want to go along because she had a bad feeling about the house. In the same day they arrived armed man broke into the house,no one knew they reason they came but they killed her Aunt Laura and was messing around with them. Little did they know that Jessica wasn't a typical teenager. She was just walking on a thin line. They messed with the wrong house.

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