Pivot Of The Sky

Segala sesuatu di sekitar Flinz menjadi gelap, seperti berada dalam ruang tanpa batas. Ia tidak merasakan apapun-tidak sakit, tidak panas, bahkan tidak dingin. Rasanya seperti tubuhnya telah lenyap, namun pikirannya masih terjaga. "Apa ini? Apakah aku sudah mati? Tapi... kenapa aku masih bisa berpikir?" pikirnya. Dalam kehampaan itu, Flinz mencoba bergerak, tapi tidak ada yang terjadi. Tubuhnya tidak merespons, seperti mengambang di ketiadaan. Ia mencoba berteriak, namun suaranya tak keluar. Yang ada hanyalah sunyi. Waktu terasa berjalan lambat, atau mungkin berhenti sama sekali. Flinz tidak tahu berapa lama ia terjebak di dalam kehampaan ini. Rasa bingung mulai berubah menjadi cemas, tetapi tidak ada yang bisa ia lakukan selain menunggu.

"Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine.

All Collette ever wanted was to feel true happiness, to know what it felt like to be loved, and appreciated. But when rogues murder her entire pack, that all becomes a distant dream. She was orphaned and taken in by a neighbouring pack, forced to live a life of service for their generosity. She is now known as the Silvermoon pack's biggest secret. Colette has become a pawn in this never-ending game called life. To be used in place of the Alpha's daughter when she is to marry the most feared and cold-hearted Alpha in southern Canada. Once again forced into a life she never wanted. One filled with bigger secrets and colder enemies. But what no one else knows is that Colette has a big secret of her own. Will that secret be the cause of her demise, or will it be the thing that leads her to her salvation?

In the crumbling city of Newhaven, humanity cowers under the rule of wolves, and rebellion is about to ignite. Mira’s priority is protecting her younger brother Jace from his reckless defiance. Lucan, the wolf prince, feels the pressure of a kingdom on the brink of chaos. One fateful night during a protest, Mira and Lucan's paths collide, forming a bond that defies their worlds. She is a human rebel, and he is a wolf prince. Their lives are now linked in a perilous game. As war erupts, Mira must decide how far to go to protect her brother and the hope of freedom. Lucan faces a choice between his loyalty to the pack and the bond he cannot deny. Secrets emerge that could shatter or unite their worlds. Together, they must confront ancient truths, deadly enemies, and their own hearts. In a city of shadows and rebellion, will their bond save them or doom them?

I’m just a farmer’s wife, yet I’ve been suffering from an unbearable addiction. The frequent flare-ups have thrown our entire autumn harvest into chaos. With no other choice, I followed my husband, Tom Reed, to seek help from the new young town doctor, Dr. Cole Carter, but his method of treatment completely broke me…

My family was attacked by rogue wolves when we entered their territory. My wolf was gravely injured, and in the end, I was the one who saved everyone.
As I collapsed, exhausted, no one came to me—they all ran to my adopted sister, Fiona, fussing over a few shallow scratches.
By the time pack members carried me to the infirmary, the healer delivered the cruel news: my wolf had been struck by a silver dagger, and the one-month-old pup in my womb wouldn’t survive.
Yet my mate, Luke, had given the only life-saving treatment to Fiona. With no other choice, I refused the healer’s remedies and numbed my wolf’s pain with crude herbs—knowing it would only buy us three days before death.
In those last days, I let everything go. I gave Fiona all my possessions and insurance money while my parents smiled in approval. I signed the bond-severing agreement Luke slid across the table without a second thought. Luke was satisfied, believing I was considerate. Kane, my brother, nodded his head when I told him to give my room to Fiona.
Even my son, Jim, squealed with joy when I asked him to call her “mom.” No one questioned why I gave all my belongings to Fiona, and their approving gazes said it all: “Good. The old Emma is back. But as the clock ticked down, one thought haunted me:
When they find our bodies—my wolf and my unborn pup—will that satisfaction turn to regret?

All Annabelle Gracia wanted was a quiet life. But after losing Mama—the only mother she knew, she poured herself into running their flower shop (the legacy Mama left behind), selling flowers and wrapping them into powerful portrait designs and around her aching heart. Sold into an arranged marriage to Antonioni D’Angélo, a ruthless billionaire mafia king known as “The Shadow King” A man who sees love as a weakness and betrayal as inevitable. Now, Annabelle is the price of a deadly deal, thrown into a world of power and shadows. She becomes a pawn in a dangerous game of secrets and betrayal all because of her father's accumulated debts from gambling, causing her to be trapped in a world of danger. But then, amidst Antonioni's ruthlessness, lies a feeling he has for Annabelle that he fought hard to control. Antonioni didn’t expect Annabelle’s fire, her defiance, or the way her quiet strength drew him in. Their nights are an intoxicating mix of pain, raw pleasure, and control. Yet, in her innocence and softness, she tries to shield herself from his cruelty. Antonioni finds something he thought the world had beaten out of him long ago—hope. As enemies and hurt close in from all sides—old rivals, betrayals, and hidden threats, Annabelle becomes more than a pawn in Antonioni’s world; she becomes his unexpected ally, and her courage steadies him. In protecting her, he learns how to protect himself from the deadly shadows within. Together, they must navigate a battlefield of purpose, blood and trust. Each battle forges them into something stronger. And when the truth about her past threatens to burn everything down, he must choose—will he cling to the darkness he's known forever? Or fight for the one he never deserved? Find out in the story.

Realizing how cruel and abusive her husband was, Kris regrets marrying Liam way too late. She planned to escape and take her baby away from its father, Kris started a new life living as her twin sister, Gwen, who died a few years ago.

After being brutally attacked in the woods one night, Layla manages to escape her captors only to find herself captured again by none other than the countries most feared Alpha, Jaxon. Bruised and beaten, Layla learns the truth of the supernatural world and must convince the ruggedly handsome and dominating Alpha that she is no threat to his way of life or his pack. During a Red Moon, fate presents itself in producing a match made by the Mood Goddess herself. There is only one problem, Layla is human. Never in the history of werewolves has an Alpha been fated to a human mate. As Layla begins to find herself, so do her previous captors, and they want only one thing. Her. Can Alpha Jaxon accept their destiny and save her in time? And can he uncover the truth of Layla's true identity and her past in order to save the one woman he vowed to never love?

Abductors bind me in a basement, subjecting me to the torment of dozens. Meanwhile, my husband, Evan Foster, dines by candlelight with his lover, Carmen Locke. My abductors grant me one chance to call for help, and I dial Evan's number. I'm certain he will come for me. I believe Evan would give his life for me, as he once vowed that his future held no meaning without me. Clinging to hope, I call the number etched in my heart. However, Evan scolds me for interrupting their date. "You think I'll come get you? Dream on. Maybe I'll bother to collect your body if you die out there." His words crush me, and I do die. Five days later, Evan stands before the autopsy table, grimacing at the mangled remains before him. Even as the police department's finest forensic expert, having dissected thousands of bodies, he condemns the killer's brutality. Yet, despite his cold dismissal of my desperate plea over the phone, he now wears a look of pity. Evan, if you knew these fragments belonged to me, would you still find me worthy of your compassion?