Praying

“Noo!!! This can't be happening!!” I screamed silently, my eyes shut tight, praying that the nightmare would dissipate when I opened them. But the cruel reality remained. Asher, my husband, held Theresa, my best friend, in his arms, his hands tenderly caressing her swollen belly. I felt my world shattering, my mind reeling in shock. Minutes ticked by like an eternity as I lay there, unconscious, but Asher's concern wasn't for me – it was for his unborn child. The word "barren" still echoed in my mind, a painful reminder of how he saw me. I had been blind to his desperation for a child, oblivious to the fact that I was just a means to an end. As I struggled to stand, my body felt weak, my mind racing with the betrayal. The memories of our three-year relationship, the two and a half years of supposed love, and the six months of deceit flooded my mind. It was too cruel to be true. * Alexandra's perfect life crumbles when she catches her husband, Asher, cheating on her with her best friend, Theresa. Labeled as barren and discarded, she later discovers she's pregnant – but Asher refuses to believe her. Seeking refuge with her parents, she faces heartbreak when her baby dies. Years later, Alexandra rebuilds her life, unknowingly falling for Asher's rival, Ethan Blackwood. But just as things start to look up, dark secrets begin to surface, threatening to destroy her newfound happiness.

Layla could not contain her excitement as she turned eighteen. Despite being a maid in the courthouse and a victim of cruelty, she hoped in excitement to find her mate on her eighteenth birthday, as she had been praying to the moon goddess for years. Layla's prayers get answered and she bumped into her mate Derrick, an alpha of the Greenhills pack. She was joyous, only to find a look of resentment on his face as he tried to walk away from her. "Alpha Derrick, you felt it too, I know you did, the bond between us," were the words she said to him with expectant eyes, stopping him and ignoring how he glared at her with disdain and utmost hatred. He insults her and talks down on her but eventually agrees to take her with him. She becomes his maid. Layla finds out that Derrick has a girlfriend named Freya who resents her, and she gets hurt anew each time she sees them together. Layla has no chance with Derrick, as he is still very mean to her and doesn't treat her better than a maid. Layla finds out that Freya is not only cheating on Derrick with Liam (his Beta) but is also planning to kill him. Layla is in shock as she discovers this dreadful secret and hurries to tell Derrick about it. Derrick resents her even more and accuses her of slander. He commands that she be locked up, beaten, and sent to the evil forest. She had found her mate, but at what cost? Was her mate eventually going to accept her and love her? Or was she a mere maid who didn't deserve to be with an alpha like him? Will she survive the tragedies and come out alive?

“He pressed me to the wall with one hand tight around my throat, the other sliding beneath the thin silk clinging to my skin. I should’ve been begging for help. Instead, my knees went weak when he leaned in, his mouth hot against my ear. ‘Does it hurt, darling?’ he whispered. I shook my head, even as his fingers left bruises. ‘Good. I like it when you take it.’ God, I hated him. God, I wanted him to never let go.” A DARK, EROTIC TALE OF OBSESSION, HUMILIATION, AND HUNGER. They called him the Devil, a sadist with a crooked smile and hands built for breaking men. In the underworld’s most perverse auction, Luca Ruelle is nothing but trembling prey, sold for a price no soul should fetch. Silk-wrapped, bare, choking on shame and smoke, he should be praying for rescue. But Kain Astor doesn’t rescue. He claims, corrupts, and devours. He teaches Luca how it feels to be owned. How pain can bloom where fear lives. How pleasure is just another kind of cruelty. Every command is a dare, every punishment a promise. Under Kain’s hands, Luca learns the exquisite agony of surrender, and the terror of how badly he needs it. He should be fighting for his life. Instead, he’s sinking to his knees, eyes glazed, lips parted, whispering the one word that seals his fate— “Please.”