Pac And The Ghostly Adventures Novels & Stories

Carol Renae never thought that she would catch the attention of Titus Black, the man with the highest status in Northvale, after running into him once. However, after they ran into each other a few more times “by accident”, Carol demanded, “What do you want, Titus Black?!”Titus cupped her face and stared into her eyes. “You,” he answered playfully.

"I want you to die. Die, Ian! Fucking die!" Ian only ever wants peace: baking bread and doughnuts, minding his own business. But one terrible moment turns everything upside down. He’s accused. He fights back. And he pays the price with his life – a swift, horrendous end. But fate intervenes and hands him something unexpected: a second chance. Who brings him back? God? No. It’s Selene. The moon goddess. Ian wakes in a strange, perilous world. He is no longer human but a werewolf in Torguyl – a savage realm ruled by ancient magic and deadly packs. As he struggles to understand this new identity, he learns the chilling truth. His resurrection isn’t just a blessing. It’s a deal. And the cost is a mission he cannot refuse. “I have saved you. Now you must save him from the powers of the dark. Save him. Save Thorne. That is your mission.” Alpha Thorne is teetering on the edge of becoming something monstrous, a creature of ruin known as a Dark Terror. And only Ian can bring him back. But in a world of brutal alphas, soul-forged secrets, and dangerous desire, saving Thorne may take more than Ian’s strength. It may cost him his heart.

Sierra desired everything out of life; love, happiness, and a family. She always assumed everything she wanted was within reach and worked her hardest to achieve it. However, life threw a wrench into her plans. Thus, it changed her entire perception of the future she desired. Little did she know that wasn't the only problem she would endure if she followed the path of her destiny. Alpha Sebastian, bereaved and distraught following the death of his beloved mate and Luna, forsook love and happiness because he believed they were anything but what he deserved. Regardless of his feelings about having a second mate or accepting a chosen mate, he could not deny his pack’s fate now laid with a mere human. One unexpected evening, their paths crossed. What would happen should Alpha Sebastian discover the truth about not only his mate but also his father’s death? What would happen when Sierra learned that everything she believed and knew about herself was untrue? Could they potentially heal each other’s wounds, or would their pasts continue to stand in their way?

The Nightshade Clan and the Slinter Clan were ancient enemies. Yet Augustine and I, the Prince and Princess of our rival clans, fell in love. We were Mates. Our love was a firestorm, defying all who stood against us. On the day we sealed our blood pact, Augustine held my hand and, with his own blood, made a solemn vow. "If I should ever betray you, may I suffer the agony of a thousand silver daggers to the heart. And may all the power of the Slinter Clan be yours." I looked at him then, my smile so full of happiness it felt like it could light up the night. On our 500th anniversary, Augustine filled an entire city with blood-red roses for me. But all I got was a photo from his human blood slave. In it, she was naked, her skin covered in the marks of a long night of sex. And the hand wrapped around her waist… I knew it instantly. My name was tattooed on the wrist. 【The Prince says he only feels true pleasure when he's fucking me.】 【He took me five times tonight. I'm afraid he won't have anything left for you. Sorry, Princess.】 I didn’t reply. I just quietly took out the blood pact. In seven days, I would hold him to his vow.

Anastasia Collins has always been a fanatic of mystery novels since forever. Solving cases, codes, crimes, riddles–heck, she even joked sometimes that maybe she's a detective on her past life. Contrary from that, her real job is far too different because she's actually a registered nurse. But atleast, both job has a similarities right? Giving a helping hand to the people who are in need for their services. That idea alone–can already make her feel contented of what she has in her life right now. Not until one day, on her way to the hospital, a car accident happened. *** Imagine, you thought that you died and already asked for forgiveness for your sins but then you found yourself on an absurb place and realize soon after that you were transmigrated inside your favorite mystery novel book. Sound like a joke right? But unfortunately, its real. And here's the catch. You were transmigrated as the murderer or what she used to called the 'evil-villain' of the story. Sounds fun right?

Talia Barca is tired of being the "divorced loser" of her family, especially with her manipulative ex-husband, Paul, lurking in the shadows. Desperate for a wedding date, she turns to her quirky neighbor, Gerri Wilder, only to discover the legendary Aetheric Matchmaking Collective. Talia expects a simple plus-one; instead, she’s matched with Theron and Connor, the Alpha and Omega of the Wildwoods Pack. This spicy, paranormal romance blends high-stakes pack politics with a journey of radical self-discovery. As Talia navigates an intense triad bond, she must find the strength to face a lethal rival and embrace a destiny she never imagined. It’s a story of reclaiming power, finding a pack, and learning that love comes in threes. ​Will Talia survive the brutal transition into the supernatural world? Can she truly find peace in the arms of two wolves, or will her past with Paul tear the triad apart?

‼️DISCLAIMER BEFORE YOU ENTER ‼️ 💦 Alpha Daddies who kneels to eat their slutty step daughter’s pussy dwell here. 🍆 Furious stepmothers with feral wolves are rampant. Be careful! Your cocks are not safe from gagging and even pussy lips beg to survive from them. 🫣Bratty daughters are here too. Their job is to seduce their parent’s pack enforcers or warriors who just came back from war. ✨ Lastly, unlimited sin, abomination, reverse harem, taboo and anything called LUST dwells here. Grab an extra pair of panties…or maybe a toy. WET CUM💦

I dragged my pack from the old ways to thrive in the human world. As its Alpha, I canceled our most pointless tradition: the annual Winter Solstice Moonflower ornaments. But Chloe, a new omega, put me on blast on our pack’s feed for it. She said I disrespected the Moon Goddess. That I spat on tradition. Contracts from other packs and human companies started drying up. Even my own pack turned on me. So I took away the ten-grand Winter Solstice bonus…and gave them twenty-eight-dollar Moonflower ornaments instead. Now, my pack is losing their minds. Crying. Begging for the ten grand back.

Born a day before the full moon, Yuki's family was wiped out for driving a curse into the world, but the moon goddess forbade them from killing her. Her life was spared, and she is marked as an omega. The worst of all - a cursed omega. Wolf bane and deprived of birth right, she knows nothing but pains. She isn't allow to choose a mate or be mated to. Who will even want her? What is the moon goddess thinking when her was paired Remus - the beast in golden mask. The future Alpha of Onyx Tails Pack. Will Remus accept her flaws and protect her or will he make her regret it? Is this a blessing in disguise or the beginning of another chaos?

04:00 AM. JFK International Airport. I switched off airplane mode, and my phone lit up. The first notification was an Instagram story from my husband, Donovan Valentino, Don of the Valentino family, posted at 3:30 AM: a photo of Seraphina Moretti’s back, captioned, “Run 50 completed. Package delivered safe.” An hour before that, my flight had hit catastrophic clear-air turbulence, dropping two thousand feet in seconds. I’d clung to my seatbelt until my knuckles turned white, the crumpled threat letter from a rival crew pressed like a blade against my ribs. In those blind, falling seconds, one thought burned through the panic: If I live through this—if Donovan is waiting at arrivals—I’ll tear up my transfer papers to Dubai and stay. But there were no missed calls. No messages. He’d been too busy collecting Seraphina. He knew my flight details. He just didn’t care. Four years of marriage. 50 fully armed security details for Seraphina. For my 112 long-haul flights over those same four years? The most I ever got was a driver in an unmarked sedan. Even the night Gambino’s crew tailed me from Manhattan, and I spent six hours locked in a diner bathroom. He didn’t pick up until dawn, after the twelfth try. My transfer to Dubai was confirmed. The signed divorce settlement was in my bag. This was the last time I’d ever come back for him.