Poison Ivy

When my mother-in-law was poisoned and clinging to life, my toxicology knowledge was her only hope. I ended the call and grabbed my coat, ready to rush to the hospital. My husband blocked my path. "Hold on! It's the opening of Ella's haunted castle today. You're bailing to play ghost?" I stared at him, telling him about the dire situation. The poison needed to be neutralized within thirty minutes, or it would be fatal. He rolled his eyes. "Your janitor mom can drop dead for all I care. I'll toss some Monopoly money on her grave if it shuts you up. Don't try to cross me here." His best female friend draped herself over him. "In a hurry to chase some side guy? Girl, your face is longer than Herbert's when he is all revved up. Right, buddy?" Their shamelessness was almost laughable. The kicker? Herbert thought it was my mom dying.

They say fate never makes mistakes. But fate ruined Elara Vale’s life. Born human in a world ruled by wolves, Elara watched her father die slowly from poison and her mother disappear into a dungeon for knowing the truth. Betrayed by blood, she was reduced to a slave in the very house that once called her family. All she has left is a mysterious box her father entrusted to her before his death—a box that refuses to open for anyone… except her fated mate. Or mates. When three powerful Alpha triplets begin to feel the pull of a bond they never expected, Elara’s carefully buried past resurfaces. But claiming them means risking her mother’s life—and rejecting them may destroy the bond forever. In a world where power is law, love is dangerous, and betrayal runs deeper than blood, Elara must decide: Run from fate… Or embrace the Alphas who could save her—or destroy everything she has left.

“I won’t be Lorenzo Greco’s breeding incubator!” With those sharp words, Victoria Bianchi turned down the deal offered by the most powerful Alpha in the city. She ran from home, chasing the love of a man who rejected her the second he realized she could never use her family’s power again. Now she’s cornered. And with the werewolf race facing an infertility crisis, she has to choose which poison to swallow... Either she becomes a breeding Omega for an entire pack, or she gives birth to the heir of the ruthless Greco family. Because fate seems obsessed with binding her to Patriarch Lorenzo Greco, and now she has to submit to the Alpha she once despised. Lorenzo doesn’t forget. And even if her scent is driving him wild and the bond between them is undeniable, now that he has Victoria in his hands, he’s going to teach her a lesson she’ll never be able to shake…

The year I was reborn was the year the vampire war began. The first thing I did was get rid of the pup. My mate's pup. Alpha Lucas's. In my last life, he covered for his childhood friend, Sarah, when she mated a vampire. He took my pure-blood pup and swapped him with her half-breed bastard. They branded me a traitor. Tortured me to death in a silver dungeon. And my own son, brainwashed by Sarah, stood over my corpse and told me to rot in hell. When I opened my eyes again, I was three months pregnant. I didn't hesitate. I walked straight to the witch's hut and drank the poison she gave me. But as the life drained away, I uncorked another bottle: an expensive Mimic Potion. It fakes a pup's heartbeat. It gives off the scent of an expecting mother. Lucas wants a child to take the fall for Sarah's crime. Fine. I'll give him a show. This time, I have no weakness.

Serena, heir to Britain’s top jewelry company LUXE, suffers sudden amnesia at the peak of her life and is saved from drowning by Ryan. She falls for him instantly, but even after three years of marriage, she cannot replace the place in his heart held by his forever love, Sophie. After a near-fatal kidnapping and Ryan attending a charity gala with Sophie’s sister Ivy, Serena hits rock bottom and tells Ryan. “Let’s get a divorce.” He replies, “You won’t survive without me.” Breaking free from heartbreak, Serena’s career soars as she becomes an internationally renowned designer. Regaining her memories, she returns to LUXE and gives birth to twins. Surrounded by eager admirers, Ryan panics and pleads, “Serena, I was wrong—let me see our children.” But can Ryan truly win back Serena’s heart? Or has too much been lost? The answers unfold in this gripping tale.

"This is wrong, Collen," I breathed out as Collen's s lips claimed mine. "Shhhh and let's think about the consequences later," he said in a husky voice before spreading my legs open and trailing his lips down to the juncture of my thighs before burying his face between my legs. Here's a rewritten version of the text, with a more engaging tone and language: When Allison transferred to the prestigious Ivy League college, she thought she'd left her small-town life behind. But fate had other plans. With the help of her best friend Hannah, she settled into her new life, only to discover that her one-night stand was none other than Hannah's boyfriend - her fated mate! Torn between loyalty and desire, Allison must navigate this forbidden attraction, all while keeping her secret from her friend. Will she confess her transgression, or will fate and passion prevail in this sizzling werewolf romance?

When I first met Finn Dalton at sophomore year in highschool, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. By the time we graduated high school, he had sworn to the universe that I, Rhea Dawson, would be his wife and no one else. I saw him through school, working three jobs to help him afford the exorbitant fees of the Ivy League University he was studying at. And when he finally graduated and got a fancy job, he bought a diamond ring. But it wasn't for me. It was for his first love. That wasn't the only betrayal. He slammed my car with his and left me for dead. Then he took away my only family. Three years later I returned, determined to take back my pound of flesh from him. Why, though, does he seem so relieved and happy to see me even though he had personally tried to kill me?

For my birthday, my husband, Don Damien, gave me his dead wife’s pearls. I wore them to the dinner party. My enraged stepson, Leo, doused me in red wine. I became the laughingstock of the party. “You whore,” he hissed. “You think wearing my mother’s jewelry makes you her?” He stared at me, his eyes cold as ice. Then he screamed. "Get out of my house." But his mother died when he was a baby. I raised him. Someone had whispered poison in his ear. They told him I was the one who killed his mother. Now he thinks I'm a scheming bitch who tricked his father. And his father? My husband? He never saw me. He only saw Krista’s ghost. My heart didn't break. It shattered. They didn't love me. They didn't even care. So I walked. Then why, after I was finally gone, did they come crawling back, begging me to return?

Today is my birthday. But my wife, Talia Ford, tells me that she can't spend time with me today. She needs to accompany her uncle, Adam Ford, to his physical checkup. I'm about to convince Talia to stay with me when a row of comments suddenly pops up in front of my eyes. "Stop wasting your breath. Just let her go. "In your previous life, Talia insisted on keeping her uncle company, so you could only return to your research lab to work. But you predicted that the dead volcano located next to Bareyard Village would erupt tonight. So, you forcibly stopped Talia and made her go back to the village to save her grandpa. "But when her uncle went for the physical checkup on his own, he was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Engulfed by despair, he took his own life by jumping off the hospital. "After he died, Talia pinned the blame on you. She bought some potent rat poison and poisoned your food, thus killing you."

My wife’s new assistant recently celebrated his birthday, and she splurged on a villa as a gift to him. On the day he moved in, the assistant, Zachary Shaw, bragged on Instagram with a post and captioned: [Bagged myself a sugar mommy, just FYI.] My wife, Ivy Bennett, commented on the post: [Happy birthday, my dear Zacky! 🫰] The photo was Zachary wrapping his arm around my wife’s slender waist, looking incredibly intimate. The work group chat blew up at once. Everyone expressed their envy toward Zachary, singing his praises for being so promising at such a young age. Then, my childhood friend, Autumn Sinclair, tagged me in the group chat and teased, [Love is a blinding green light. Your wife’s cheating on you so hard it glows. Congrats, Julian!] I smiled wryly and stubbed out my cigarette. Slowly, I typed my reply, [Want a house, Autumn? I’ll get you one too, better than her gift to him.]