Precious Memories Temple Novels & Stories

My heart shattered when I learned my daughter was pimping herself out. I couldn't imagine the young woman I thought of as a precious princess lying beneath an ugly, middle-aged man. It was such a horrific scene…

"..as you can see from the title.. it's our last letter for you..", mom is sobbing as dad said that and he pulls my mom closer to him and kissed her temple, normally I would gag at their affections but this time I couldn't bring myself to do that. ".. we know you had so many questions you want to ask us about.. but time is still time.. we're mortal.. we can't run from it.. like we can't reach the edge of the universe no matter how much speed and power and technology we have today..", he then pauses.

Elora Veyne has spent her life being a person that nobody really notices. In the Velmora Pack being strong is what matters. If you are not strong people just sort of forget about you. Elora Veyne never had a wolf like everybody so she learned how to be quiet and stay out of the way. This way she was safe. Nobody bothered her. That was until the night that she got chosen by the bond. The bond just happens it is not something you can control. It is very strong. The person she got bonded to is Drax Halvorsen, the Alpha King who can change everything around him without trying. For a while Elora Veyne felt like she was somebody important. Then Drax Halvorsen said no to her. He did it in front of everybody. The bond, between Elora Veyne and Drax Halvorsen did not completely go away it was still there. It was not right. This made Elora Veyne a problem that the Velmora Pack did not know how to deal with. So they tried to make Elora Veyne disappear. What happened next is something that Drax Halvorsen cannot fix. Elora Veyne did not disappear she stayed alive. Being alive changed Elora Veyne. When Elora Veyne came back she was not the person that everybody used to ignore and Drax Halvorsen had to deal with the one mistake that he could not take back. This time the bond did not get to decide what happened Elora Veyne, the Rejected Luna got to decide.

After the War of the Gods, Olympus forged a new pact with the last of the Titans. From then on, the mortal realm was ruled by demigods. Those who carried the blood of the gods within them. Once a century, Olympus held the Sacred Marriage. The twelve ruling gods would choose mortal noblewomen as brides. Their goal: to sire heirs with divine cores. The rule was simple: whoever birthed a demigod first would see her husband crowned the next High Councilor of the Gods. In my past life, I married Deimos, the son of Ares, a man renowned for his fierce devotion. Soon after, I gave him a son—a demigod brimming with raw power. A prophecy declared our boy would one day rule Olympus, and Deimos rode that promise to absolute power. Meanwhile, my sister Evadne, blinded by the beauty of the Sun clan, insisted on marrying Lucian, Apollo's playboy heir. But Lucian's philandering left her with more than a broken heart. He gave her a divine blight, a curse that left her barren. She blamed me for it. She hated me with every fiber of her being. On the very night I was crowned Queen of the Gods, she set the holy temple ablaze, burning me and my son alive. Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the day of the Sacred Marriage. Evadne had already broken into the temple and climbed into Deimos's bed. I knew it right then. She had been reborn, too. But she didn't know the truth. The blood of the War God is violent. Deimos wasn't a prize to be won. He was a monster in disguise.

A stolen memory. A ruthless God. A handsome enemy, who swore to never love. Something precious, vanished.... Launched into a world she never expected to be a part of. Can the world be saved? Or will it sink into chaos, lost like a boat in the ocean...

Kathy, a precious daughter of Mr. Alex Andres and Gabriella Andres and a dear sister of Kieffer Andres, was homeschooled at their house in America since she was young. Innocent and being hidden to the outside world for her safety. She finally got her freedom at the age of 24. Thirsty on her freedom,

In Emberfall Woods, 20-year-old Alya Dawn steps into her role as the Dawn Pack’s alpha, her crescent star tattoo pulsing with untested power. As whispers of the marrow god’s return stir fear, Kael Varn, a brooding exiled alpha, arrives, igniting a mate bond that complicates her leadership. The cult leader Veyra unleashes blood rituals, forcing Alya to unite her pack through mind-linked battles and steamy moments with Kael. A shocking betrayal and a lunar temple clash reveal Alya’s strength, but Veyra’s escape sets the stage for a larger war. With bold women leading the charge, primal wolf transitions, and a vibrant pack dynamic, Alya’s journey hooks you into a world of loyalty, love, and sacrifice.

The world snapped back into focus, the memories of my brutal end crashing into the present. I was back—right here, right now, the exact moment Jarrold Jameson was trying to hand me that obscenely expensive purse. In my past life, he'd had a nasty fight with his precious Cindy Mayford. To make her jealous, he decided to use me as his pawn. I'd been stupid enough to love him once, but my pride had revolted. I'd refused to be a stand-in. It didn't matter. He kept engineering "accidental" run-ins, crafting one public misunderstanding after another, all to get a reaction from Cindy. I had done nothing wrong. I gained nothing. But I became Cindy's enemy. Her jealousy festered until it turned lethal. She had me kidnapped. The men she hired left my body shattered and broken. And Jarrold? He held his sobbing darling close and whispered those unforgettable words, "She got what she deserved." In the end, they stepped right over what was left of me and walked off into their picture-perfect life. Now, staring into his smug face, a cold clarity settled over me. This time, everything would be different. I snatched the handbag from his grasp. "A present for me?" I asked, my voice sweet, a sharp, calculated smile on my lips. "I love it. But just so you know, for next time… I've always preferred the classic design from her family's brand. That's the one you should be buying me."

I was Claire Vitale, the lost daughter they forgot, the bride my lover betrayed—and the dying girl they failed to notice. For five long years, I lived like a stranger in my own home. The Vitale mansion was a beautiful prison, where every kind word hid a lie, every promise was false, and even Lawrence, the man I was supposed to marry, cared more for Vanessa than for me. None of them saw how my body weakened each day, how the pain grew sharper. They were too busy watching their precious Vanessa. Vanessa—the perfect adopted daughter, was the girl my parents loved more than me. She came into our family when I was lost, and when I returned, I found my place already taken—by her. Just as the illness was quietly taking my future. Now she was gone, and they all pointed fingers at me, convinced I was behind her disappearance. The machine they strapped to my head would pull memories straight from my mind. "Where is she?" my father roared. My mother sobbed in the corner. Lawrence, my fiancé, stood silent—his accusing eyes louder than any shout. But I knew the truth would shock them—how Vanessa hurt me, how she faked accidents, how she made sure no one ever believed me. The machine would show them everything. As the machine began its work, I trembled—from fear and exhaustion. After all these years of being unheard, would they finally see?

I was shattered to learn that my precious child was not mine. My own flesh and blood was gone forever. I was not going to crumble under the weight of the revelation or consume myself with hysteria or grief. Instead, I channeled my pain into putting my mother-in-law behind bars and breaking my husband before moving on with my life.