Quote Breathe

Aria never thought the forest behind her house was anything more than a place to breathe. But the night the moon burned white and the world fell silent, something inside her woke up — claws under her skin, a heartbeat that wasn’t only her own, and a stranger with gold eyes waiting at the edge of the trees. Kai is next in line to lead the Blackthorn pack, and he knows what Aria is before she does: rare, powerful, and exactly what their enemy wants. If Darius gets to her first, she won’t just be claimed — she’ll be used as a weapon. But Aria isn’t anyone’s pawn. Under Kai’s watch, she learns to control the fire rising inside her — to breathe, to choose, to fight. Each lesson pulls her deeper into the pack’s world… and closer to the Alpha-to-be who swore to keep her safe. The forest hums with danger, rival packs are closing in, and the full moon is coming. Aria must decide if she can trust the bond growing between her and Kai — before the next pull drags her across a line she can never uncross.

He didn’t choose her then. He has to fight for her now. *** I married Alex Marwood because our families said it was right. He never chose me. Not once. One lie from my stepsister ruined everything. I signed the divorce papers with a secret in my belly. I left, learned how to breathe again, and built a quiet life with two little cute humans who call me “Mom.” Years later, fate walks through the lobby of my hotel in a tailored suit and the same storm-blue eyes my son wears. Alex stops. Looks at my twins. Looks at me. “I’m sorry,” he says. But where do I start? With the nights I cried alone? With the accident nobody will talk about? With the powerful people who would rather bury the truth than let me be happy? Alex wants a second chance. I want peace. But when old enemies start circling and “accidents” stop being accidents, I realize love isn’t just flowers and apologies. If he wants us back, he’ll have to fight for us.

"I always walk with guns in my hands. I only breathe the smell of blood. I live only with vengeance. That's the life of the Mafia king…” Madison Brown remained strong for her mother when her father died in an accident. Siya ang naging sandalan ng kanyang ina sa pagdadalamhati nito until a man, Solomon, met her mother. Isang lalaki na muling nagpabalik sa mga ngiti ng kanyang ina. Madison thought that everything is perfect for her mother, Solomon was perfect for her mother not until she met his son, Rocco Howard. She thought everything will be fine. Tiniis niya ang masamang ugali ng kanyang stepbrother. Tiniis niya ang lahat para sa kanyang ina but then something is strange with her stepfather, something is strange with the Howard’s mansion and there is something strange with Rocco. And she wants to find out that strange thing. She knows something is wrong. She knows something is hidden. She knows Rocco has a secret and she wants to know something beyond his secret. Yet secrets when discovered are meant to be painful.

He knocked once. She opened the door. Nothing has been the same since. Maya has spent the last two years learning how to breathe again. After surviving a violent relationship that shattered her from the inside out, all she wants is silence. Safety. Control. But when a new tenant moves in next door, her carefully rebuilt life begins to unravel. Elias Graves is tall, quiet, and just out of prison. No past. No apologies. No promises. He doesn’t ask for anything. He just watches. And when Maya leaves her door unlocked one night, he walks in. What begins as a collision of need and heat quickly spirals into something darker, something Maya swore she would never want again. He gives her the pain she craves and the pleasure she hates herself for needing. But secrets live between their bodies, and some doors—once opened—won’t ever close again. This is not a love story. It’s a story about addiction. About survival. About surrendering to a man who might just ruin her… or finally teach her how to survive the fire.

Book Two of: My Mafia Princess “Breathe... Breathe Cassandra... Breathe...” She was about to give the best show of her life… But never did I imagine I was going to become the star of it. From the moment that our breaths mingled and our skins melted. She became the only reason that I breathed. MY ONLY DESIRE TO LIVE. Living a life ruled by my father and the ever-burning demands of his mafia empire; if ever I was going to defy it all, then it was going to be for her. And that was exactly what I did. I was determined to watch it all crash down and burn. Start a war. ALL FOR HER. Except I never imagined the secrets that I would uncover. The truths revealed and the lies that would be untold. A life perfectly orchestrated by the hands of the ones that I thought I could trust. So I had a choice… I could lay my soul bare and let her slice me open… LOSE IT ALL. Or play it safe and obey the code by which we lived… Was it ever a question? Ever a decision that needed to be made? She was my blind desire. AND SHE WAS ABOUT TO TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE.

I was locked in the cellar by my triplet alpha brothers after my stepsister, Elsa, framed me for killing her wolf by giving her an almond cake. The exit was secured with silver chains, and my wolf howled and begged them to release me. But my three alpha brothers refused. Alpha Kane, the eldest, growled, "You wicked she-wolf! You knew she was allergic to nuts, yet you deliberately gave her an almond cake to suffocate her! Don't you know it could fatally harm her wolf? You must stay here and reflect on what you've done!" Alpha Kelvin, the second, and Alpha Karl, the third, mocked, "What a despicable wolf you are! Still making excuses instead of facing the truth. Stay here and suffer what you deserve!" After that, they shifted into their wolves and took the trembling Elsa to the werewolf infirmary. Meanwhile, I struggled to breathe as the air in the cellar was filled with silver dust. My wolf howled in agony, but it was useless. Eventually, I died there. It wasn't until three days later—after they brought Elsa back from the infirmary—that I finally crossed their minds again. But by then, they didn't know—I was already dead in that silver-dust-filled cellar.

Warning: For matured readers only This story is not for the faint of heart. It’s dark, twisted, and drenched in betrayal, power, and taboo cravings. Triggers & themes include: Age gap, possessive alpha, forbidden love, best friend betrayal, emotional manipulation, dominance, and raw desire. If you want soft, sweet love stories? This isn’t it. But if you’re ready for a ruthless Alpha who doesn’t ask permission and a girl who should’ve known better but couldn’t stay away.. Then welcome to your next addiction. I came for the summer. To relax. To spend time with my best friend. Not to fall into the arms of her father. But the second Alpha Damon looked at me, I knew I was in trouble. He didn’t see me as a guest. He saw me as his. To control. To ruin. To claim. Now I can’t breathe without thinking about him. I can’t sleep without feeling the imprint he left on my skin. He’s not hiding me anymore. He wants the world to know I’m his. I was innocent. I was hers. Now I belong to the man who was never supposed to touch me.

In order to save Alpha Varkon Stormclaw, who was poisoned with wolfsbane, I've used my life force to trade for the antidote with the witch. After the transaction, I become unusually weak. My wolf sinks into a deep slumber as well. Because of that, the elders have cast me out of the Moon Goddess Church. Nyla Ironcrest, the newly-appointed Luna, locks me up in a silver cage that's filled with wolfsbane. "How could a lowly and filthy defective she-wolf like you be a good match for the prestigious Alpha?" Varkon, who has once loved me with all his heart, gets tricked by Nyla into thinking that she's his savior. Not only does he sever our mate bond from me, but he also turns a deaf ear on my pleas for help. Defeated and devastated, I breathe my last breath in the silver cage. However, Varkon kneels before my corpse later on. He's struck with so much pain in the chest that he goes crazy. At the same time, he keeps spitting out blood. But I can never hear his confession of atonement ever again.

"we will play a game wrong answer and you learn to breathe under water"scar said coldly, Cindy gulped down deep breath in fear,as she stared at the cold unforgiving water in the bathtub. "What was your role that night,and wait a minute why are you getting married to my fiance" Cindy shivered her hands on her knees. "I Know nothing about that night,and the marriage is all a family plan,I'm away of nothing" Scar gripped her hair roughly. "Wrong answer"she shoved her head into the bathtub.....a very long night. She's Lisa Liam, young billionaire backed by wealthy family background, perfect life,a month to her perfect wedding to Malcom Ethan,most eligible bachelor,it wasn't just a wedding it was a union between two powerful families.Her life turned upside down in a night as she is the prime suspect of a murder, friends and family turned their backs, betrayed by those she called her own,she disappeared under circumstances beyond control,and she's back now as the huntress to everyone who had a role to play in ruining her perfect life.....

“I kinda wished it was you. I miss you. I want you. I need you. I don't know if you cast a spell over me, but even if you did, I have no problems with that. I want to be yours. And I want you to be mine. You have no idea how jealous I get when I see people touch you intimately. Please, give me a second chance. Baby, I'm begging you. Please.” *** Two years ago, Luke Williams was outed... and the world turned cruel. He spiraled into depression, battling internalized homophobia and suicidal thoughts. But the deepest cut came from Liam Fox... the boy whom he loved so dearly... abandoned him to protect his own image. Luke escaped to Miami, determined to start over. He built walls, buried the pain, and learned to breathe again with the help of his new friend, Sam. Until Liam came back. Now Liam wants a second chance. But he’s still closeted, still hiding, still afraid. And Luke? He’s not sure he’s willing to shrink himself for someone else ever again.