P I G E O N Unscramble

My fated mate, Alpha Baton, had once shackled his bloodlust for me. He’d built a corporate empire from the ashes of his bloody conquests, all to give me a civilized home. Even when my father was framed for murdering the brother of his first love, Seraphina, he held me gently. "Don't worry, Tricia. I'll face this with you." But on the day of the trial, my father was condemned as a murderer and exiled to the North. And Baton? He was celebrating, with his arm wrapped around Seraphina. I hunted down the witness, demanding answers, only to find him trembling as he stared at Baton, who stood right behind me. It was Baton. He had threatened the witness into lying. He was willing to destroy my father, just to make Seraphina happy. "Seraphina's brother is dead. Someone has to pay the price." The mate bond between us didn't just snap—it shattered. Agony ripped through my soul. If I meant nothing to him, our marking ceremony was a promise. And now, it was one I had to break.

Warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️ Adult romance (21+) Bijaklah sebelum membacanya, sesuaikan usia kalian! (Squel I Win You) "Tuan Putri," geram Beck seraya memisahkan kedua paha Jessie. Jessie terengah. "Jangan panggil aku seperti itu lagi." Beck melumat bibir Jessie dan tangannya meraba bagian paling sensitif yang Jessie miliki, menggodanya hingga pinggul Jessie meliuk-liuk dan wanita itu mengerang disertai napas memburu. "Lalu seperti apa aku harus memanggilmu?" tanya Beck dengan suara lembut dan bibirnya tersenyum menggoda. Jessie mencengkeram pergelangan tangan Beck dan menatap Beck dengan sendu. "Panggil namaku." 📌Happy reading, pembaca yang manis!

When my husband Joshua dragged his student Linda Moore into our apartment, I didn't even blink—I gave up the bed. Last time, it'd been pouring when he showed up with her in the middle of the night. Told me to crash on the floor with my daughter Mia and gave Linda the bed like it was nothing. I lost it. Fought with him, snapped at her. She bolted, slipped into a ditch, and supposedly drowned. Joshua said nothing. Then, one night, with the storm going wild outside, he pried open a manhole and dumped me and Mia in like trash. "Linda's my mentor's daughter. She's dead—how am I supposed to face him? You two can apologize yourselves." We didn't even get to scream before that freezing, disgusting water swallowed us whole. Turns out, Linda faked the whole thing. Just a twisted joke to punish me. Joshua moved her in right after, like nothing happened. Now, thunder cracked again as the door opened—and there he was, Linda right behind him.

When my pilot boyfriend canceled our wedding for the 18th time, I finally snapped. The first time, his trainee got her period, and he bailed on me just to take care of her. The second time, she messed up a task, and all he said was, "Jan's upset", before walking out and leaving me to face our wedding guests alone like some kind of joke. We've been together for three years, and every single time she had an issue, he dropped our wedding plans to rush to her side. Finally, it hits me—maybe I never really mattered to him. So I make up my mind to see the world on my own and book a flight to Pavrielle. At least this way, no one will get the chance to leave me behind again.

Hindi matanggap ni Erica kung bakit lumaki siya sa pamilya na kakaiba. Papaanong kakaiba? Namulat kasi ito na ang kanyang ina ay isang Lesbian habang ang kanyang Ama naman ay isang bakla. Inggit na inggit siya sa normal na mga pamilya, iyon bang straight ang nanay at tatay, hindi katulad ng sa kanya. Palagi siyang tinutukso ng kanyang mga kaklase noong nag-aaral pa lamang ito, hanggang ngayon ba naman na may trabaho na siya? Kaya ipinangako nito sa kanyang sarili na siya ang magbabago ng kapalaran ng kanyang pamilya. Ipinangako nito na hinding-hindi siya matutulad sa kanyang ina o ama. Pero paano kung biglang makilala nito ang bagong CEO ng kanilang kompanya na si Pearl Torres? Kasing ganda nito ang kanyang pangalan na parang perlas na kumikinang. Magiging baliko rin kaya siya kagaya ng kanyang mga magulang? O mas pipiliin parin nito ang magkaroon ng normal na buhay na palagi niyang hinahangad para sa kanyang sarili.

I had hoped that the portal wouldn't open again, that I just just move on with my day. But what are you to do when your primary job as a cataclypse hybrid, is to stop the dead from crossing over into the land of the living. My sister and I spend our days enjoying the sun in out country home away from the busy city. She is a tiger shifter aka a cataclyse. When we meet our mates under unfortunate circumstances and a crazy warlock wants to kidnap my mates mom, we have to make a choice. Do we launch ourselves into the portal to save those we love? Or do we leave everything and everyone we know behind? This book does contain mature content. There will be talk of werewolves, vampires, warlocks, tiger shifters, and undead. This is a supernatural book that is bound to take you for a ride.

My Alpha mate Kieran ordered our eight-year-old son to burn my mother alive because his Omega assistant accused me of killing her pet dog out of spite. Kieran's eyes were filled with impatience and disgust. "You're supposed to be our pack's respected Luna. Why would you target an innocent Omega? Whatever harm her pet suffered, your mother will endure the same. Your mother is paying the price for your jealousy!" I fell to my knees, begging Kieran to spare my mother. But he commanded our seven-year-old son Owen to light the fire himself. My son didn't hesitate for a second as he threw the torch into the pile of wood. "That's what you get for always going against Aunt Sera!" I screamed and cried, desperately begging them to help me put out the flames. "Please, I'm begging you, take my mother to the healing center..." "Enough, Aria. Your mother is still lying in the hospital bed. That's just a training dummy. Stop putting on this pathetic act." After saying that, father and son walked away without looking back. They didn't know that it really was my mother burning in those flames. But when I finally gave up on them and left, why did they both come crawling back, begging me to return?

“But why do I have to marry him? He was promised to Whitney, not me. I don't even love him”, I said, hoping Mom would understand. “This is not about your feelings Charlotte. It's about saving the family name from shame. You will marry Josh Xavier to save our family from shame. The reputation of this family is more important than your emotions,” Mom said, and Whitney stifled her laughter. Charlotte McCartney is the younger daughter of  Mrs Ashley McCartney. She is also the least favorite daughter of her mother. Her sister Whitney McCartney steals her boyfriend and her mother forces her to marry Josh Xavier, an older man who was betrothed to her sister Whitney McCartney for his money. Josh Xavier is Whitney McCartney’s ex-boyfriend. He is involved in a car accident which leaves him crippled. As a result, his girlfriend Whitney McCartney breaks up with him, and he becomes a bitter man determined to make the life of his new wife miserable.  But how long can he keep this up?

I'd been "married" to Zachary for two years—until I tried applying for a loan and the bank's system flagged someone else as his legal wife. Our wedding? Just a private show. The real marriage license had his name next to hers. So yeah. I wasn't the wife. I was the other woman. Crushed, I went home—only to hear Zachary talking to his friend, Ethan, by the door. "Man, watching you stress is exhausting," Ethan said. "You clearly love Sierra. So why marry Cathryn?" Zachary looked torn. "At first, she was just a stand-in. But when she left, I couldn't stop thinking about her. So I brought her back—as my assistant." He paused, then muttered, "I can't live without Sierra. But I can't let go of Cathryn either. So I gave Sierra my love in public and kept Cathryn hidden with the title. That's fair, right?" I stood frozen, heart splitting open. He loved us both. Me—his childhood sweetheart. Her—the hidden wife. I thought I was the one. Turns out, I was just the game. He didn't break my heart. He shattered my whole world. But I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I walked away. And started planning two things.

That night, I got off work early and brought home some late-night snacks. When I opened the door, I saw a pair of high heels carelessly tossed in the entryway and Gregory’s blazer thrown over the couch. His heavy breathing and the woman’s moans could be heard through the gap between the door and its frame. I was all too familiar with this sight. This time, I did not storm out like I used to. Instead, I sat quietly at the dining table and finished my cold pizza.