Patal Lok From Which

Nate Cohen is being framed for a murder he didn't commit. In order to clear his name and find the real culprit he must join forces with the strong-headed, steel-willed Verena Dawson. A woman who gets on his very last nerve and the killer's next target.

Every bonding anniversary, Shawn would bring home a new human girl from the outside—always under the lovely pretense of letting me mentor her on how to serve an Alpha. On our seventh anniversary, he brought back a nightclub girl dressed in a Princess Snow White outfit—cheap satin trembling under the chandelier's light. “She doesn’t have anything appropriate for an occasion like this,” he said casually. “Let her borrow your bonding dress. And the jewelry I gave you last time. As for shoes—what you're wearing now will do.” Then he added, with a trace of irony, “She’s just a young human girl, clueless. Teach her a few things about our world, will you? Especially the part about the bed.” Everyone was waiting for the spectacle—for me to break again, as I always had. And I didn’t disappoint them. I looked at Shawn, my voice steady, and said I wanted a bond-severance. He laughed—short and sharp—and leaned back like he was watching a comedy. “Clara, when are you going to stop with this bond-severance nonsense? I’ve heard it so many times. They’re just human girls, while you are my Luna. How could they ever compare to you?” Then, grinning as if doing me a favor, he added, “Fine. If you really want a bond-severance, I’ll gift you a territory in the south. Consider it a reward for doing your job as my Luna.” The room erupted in laughter. To them, I was ridiculous—greedy, jealous, hysterical. But what they didn’t know was that this was the 365th time I’d asked for a bond-severance. And the first time, I truly meant it. When he found out I wasn’t joking this time, he lost his composure. He searched for me across the world—only after he realized I was no longer where he thought I’d always be.

I, Damien, reject the pregnancy. I'm not responsible for it. She sleeps with the guards." Emily, a slave bound to the ruthless Prince Damien of Opsia, is left to die after becoming pregnant — a crime punishable by death. Betrayed. Humiliated. Condemned. Her fate seems sealed. Until another prince steps forward. Prince Ethan of Blackmoon halts her execution, purchasing her under the guise of a ritual offering. In his kingdom, he offers her care, protection, and something dangerously close to love. But his eyes hide secrets, and his reasons for saving her may be far darker than kindness. Then, the unthinkable: Emily’s true identity is revealed — and Damien returns, desperate to reclaim her. Now torn between two princes: – The tyrant who shattered her – The savior who might be lying She must choose. But who... Who is she truly? Who stole her past? And who will pay for her suffering? One woman. Two princes. A destiny that will shatter kingdoms.

A few days before my postpartum period ended, I found two plane tickets to Mirelia tucked inside Daryl’s wallet. I was secretly delighted. I thought he had planned a surprise for me. But on the very day I was supposed to recover, he told me that his company had suddenly sent him on a business trip. I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep—only to see his first love post on social media. [Finally fulfilled our promise to kiss at Saint Vyron Cathedral. Thank you, God. After all this time, it’s still you.] The photo showed the two of them holding hands and kissing. I didn’t confront him right away. Instead, I turned to look at my sleeping daughter beside me, then picked up my phone. [Dad, I've made up my mind. I'll take over the family business.]

The air crackled with menace, each syllable a poisoned dart. "You belong to me. You'll serve me. Do this and be quiet if you want to live." These were the ironclad words that slammed down on Miguel and Alejandro, forging a link of fear and obligation. Miguel , a shadow in the city's underbelly, found his deadly profession twisted into a personal debt. A botched hit, a life spared – the mafia prince demanded repayment in flesh and loyalty. Now, Miguel 's existence was tethered to a man he was meant to extinguish. Alejandro, the journalist with a voice too loud for the prince's liking, became collateral damage in this dangerous game. His relentless pursuit of truth had landed him squarely in the crosshairs. One careless encounter, a desperate attempt by Miguel to silence Alejandro's probing questions with a kiss – a spark ignited in the suffocating darkness. It was a kiss meant to quell, but it unfurled a landscape of unexpected desire. Suddenly, the stakes were higher than survival. The illicit touch had awakened a fierce passion, a dangerous intimacy blooming between captor and… something more. Yet, the prince's wrath was a constant shadow, threats lurked in every corner, and the chasm of their circumstances stretched between them like a vast, unforgiving ocean. Could this fragile connection withstand the forces determined to tear them apart? the constant threat of exposure, the weight of their conflicting worlds, and the ever-present danger? Could Alejandro find a way to reconcile his principles with the undeniable pull he felt for his captor? Could Miguel risk the stability of his empire for a love born in captivity? Would their love become a casualty of the very danger that brought them together, or would they fight to keep its flame alive against impossible odds?

When it comes to protecting her family, she is ready to do any thing even lay down her life for them. What happens when in order to keep her love ones safe she need to get married and get pregnant before the years run out? What would be her fate when the man she got married to swore not to have children? Would the very sacrifice she made for her family send them to their ruins?

Was It a curse to be mated to the three most powerful, narcissistic Alphas of the werewolf clan? * Sophia was once a princess of the Fae Kingdom, on her way to becoming the queen once her father stepped down from the throne. Her heart was hardened against the werewolves; their natural enemy, and she was in charge of ensuring their entire species was reduced to ashes. Not until the werewolf joined forces with the vampires and triumphed over them during war. Homeless, hungry and orphaned, Sophia is forced to work as a slave for the enemies, all the while harboring revenge for them in her heart. But just when she was going to take action, the Moon goddess decides to toy with her a bit, and she realizes that she had been fated to the three Alphas of the werewolf clan. Not only that, she would have to bear their heir, acting as the surrogate than their true mate since they didn't accept her whole heartedly. What was the Moon goddess thinking?

Ini tentang Vanesia, gadis yatim piatu yang ditolak mentah-mentah oleh keluarga kekasihnya dengan alasan tidak memiliki asal usul yang jelas. Namun, dia tak tahu apakah nasibnya beruntung ataukah buntung ketika berakhir menikah dengan Remy, pria dewasa yang tampan dan kaya namun bermulut pedas. Pernikahan penuh kompromi itu menyeret pada konflik hati antara Remy dengan Nona Mantan yang tiba-tiba hadir kembali dalam kehidupan Remy. Namun di saat yang sama, justru Nesia semakin dekat Lukas, adik tiri sekaligus asisten Remy. Bagaimana kisah cinta segi empat mereka ketika Remy tiba-tiba cemburu dengan kedekatan Lukas dan Nesia? Dapatkah kedua lelaki itu menyelamatkan Nesia dari usaha kotor yang dilakukan Nona Mantan? Inilah kisah mereka yang berawal dari aula utama gedung pernikahan.

Seorang iblis kabur dari penjara dan ia harus mencari seseorang gadis untuk menjadi ibu dari anaknya. Pilihannya jatuh pada seorang gadis manusia, makhluk yang ia anggap lemah, manusia yang bisa menyembunyikan identitas anaknya sampai cukup waktu hingga ia kembali terbangun dari hukumannya. Seorang anak yang menyimpan setengah kekuatan miliknya.

I've been married to Elliot Graves, the mafia drug lord in NYC, for the past eight years. But today—on our wedding anniversary—I received a photo of him with my best friend, Lila, celebrating as if they were the ones married. And in her arms was my son, Owen. I stared at the image, then typed out two words in reply. “How perfect.” Half a hour later, Elliot stormed through the front door. His voice thundered through the hallway. “Why do you always have to be so bitchy to Lila?” Owen, my own little boy, shoved at my leg and glared. “Bad Momma,” he said. “I wish Miss Lila was my real mommy.” I didn’t flinch. I simply walked over to the drawer, pulled out the crisp stack of papers I’d long prepared, and dropped them on the table with a quiet finality. “Alright,” I said, my voice calm. “It’s all my fault. Now, can I go?”