Re-written

My brother, Theo Sorento, died in a plane crash on his way back home just to celebrate my birthday. They never found his body—only wreckage. Ever since, my parents forced me to kneel in front of his grave every year on my birthday, demanding that I repent for surviving when he didn’t. Then came my eighteenth birthday. I realized someone was following me. Panicked, I sent a few messages asking for help. Just then, Mom called, not to check on me but to lash out. “I know exactly what you're doing. You’re just making up excuses so you don’t have to kneel in front of your brother’s grave! You’re a liar. Why wasn’t it you who died instead of him? You’re a walking curse!” Before my phone was smashed under a boot, the last thing I heard was the cold click of her hanging up. Then, I was cut up into pieces, and what was left of me was tossed across the city. My father, the lead forensic pathologist on my case, didn’t even recognize me. Later, Theo returned alive with his wife, whom he had eloped with eight years ago. When they found out the pile of rotting flesh was me, they all went insane.

Three months after fleeing my wedding, I unexpectedly ran into my ex-fiancé at a high-society gathering in the capital. Out of the blue, someone asked me, "Teresa, I saw on social media that you're getting married again?" "Ms. Carter, when can we celebrate your big day?" Smiling confidently, I replied, "Next month." In an instant, everyone began congratulating me and Daniel. After all, everyone knew he had been my fiancé. After the party, Daniel cornered me, his tone sharp. "You're the one who ran away from the wedding, and now you're the one rushing to get married? Do you think this is funny?" I found his reaction amusing. Fixing him with an icy stare, I said with a faint smirk: "Who said my new groom is you?"

Mon frère est l'Alpha de la meute du Clair de Lune, et j'aurais dû être la petite louve la plus heureuse de toute la meute. Mais la compagne destinée de mon frère, Sélène, m'a accusée de l'avoir harcelée. Fou de rage, mon frère — le seul membre de ma famille qui me restait dans ce monde — m'a envoyée au Centre de Réhabilitation de la Meute, un endroit réservé aux jeunes criminels et loups délinquants. Pendant deux ans, j'y ai été maltraitée, jusqu'à perdre définitivement la capacité de me transformer. Je suis devenue la sœur docile qu'il avait toujours voulue. Mais quand il a découvert que j'avais perdu ma louve, que j'étais devenue une véritable Oméga, il est devenu fou. « Skye, je t'en supplie, appelle-moi encore une fois 'frère' ! »

RÉSUMÉ Ronan Blackthorne prend le même café tous les matins. Noir, sans sucre. Servi par la même serveuse qui ignore tout de sa fortune colossale. Annabelle le prend pour un simple homme d'affaires, généreux en pourboires et doté d'un sourire ravageur. Elle est loin de se douter qu'il possède la moitié de Manhattan. Mais voilà, Ronan a un problème. Son père, décédé, vient de le ruiner. Il s'avère que son père avait une fille cachée, qui possède 35 % de tout ce que Ronan croyait lui appartenir. À présent, il traque cette mystérieuse jeune femme car sa mère, Victoria, une véritable hystérique, n'arrête pas de lui répéter qu'il faut la retrouver et faire disparaître ce secret. La barista dont il tombe amoureux est la femme qu'il recherche.

Olivia is a werewolf. Written as if you are Olivia. Olivia is trying to grasp her senior year. Olivia learns she's a werewolf from her brother. Her father died when she was younger, and she lost her best friend at the same time. Her father was brutally attacked when she was younger by another Alpha, leaving her mother a single mum. Olivia falls in love with her brothers best friend Zack. Zack breaks her heart when they both attend a college party. Her arch enemy, Nate and Alpha has to pick up the pieces much to brother Sam's hatred. Olivia faces challenges along the way she's kidnapped, hurt, threatened, loses her parents and falls in love which is a forbidden love. she's separated from the one she loves and she's rescued. this story has everything from best friends to lovers to a werewolf romance,

He was a god. Untouchable. Forbidden. Deadly. For centuries, Damian Blackthorn walked among mortals, hiding his true nature behind a mask of cold perfection. Bound by a divine law never to interfere, he had one rule: humans were not his to save. Until the night he saw her. Nanya was nothing special—just a regular girl, late, tired, and vulnerable. She should have died in that dark alley. Damian should have walked away. But against his will, against every law written in blood and fire, he saved her. And that one reckless act changed everything. Now, Nanya carries the mark of a god. His power burns in her veins, tying her fate to his, making her both irresistible and forbidden. She is his salvation… and his curse. He swore never to love a mortal. She never believed in gods. But in the shadows of desire and danger, doom tastes a lot like destiny. 🔥🔥🔥

Jen Salas has always kept her head down, working hard to support her struggling family in the bustling town of Cebu. When she meets Jacques Almerino, a young billionaire who catches her eye, she's swept off her feet. Jacques is drawn to Jen's down-to-earth charm, but as he returns to Cebu for a vacation, he knows he can't let himself fall in love - he's too busy managing his family's vast business empire. Despite their differences, Jen and Jacques can't stay away from each other, and their romance seems perfect. But when Jacques' esoteric secret is revealed, it threatens to tear them apart. As Jen and Jacques struggle to find a way to be together, they must confront their deepest fears and desires. Will their love be lost forever, or can they find a way to overcome the obstacles that stand in their way? Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish

"I thought you really liked me." She whispered with moist hazel eyes and despair. His heart spasmed at the view, seeing how hurt she is. For a moment or two his steal gray eyes filled with solicitude for her which he immediately brushed off as his ego and self-esteem overpowered his mind. He chuckled softly taking slow predatory steps towards her. "Oh darling! I never thought you to be this immature. I just manipulated you to think that way. Only thing i feel for you is lust and vengeance." With smirk on his face he approached her slowly yet in long strides. She stepped back with fear written all over her face till her back hit the wall. .. Fascinated is a story of an innocent maiden catching eyes of stubborn billionaire who instantly becames obsessed with her. But does will she comply with his desires?

Issue d’une famille recomposée, Chantelle a grandi en marge, élevée avec amour par sa grand-mère après la mort de sa mère. Écartée par son père Gérard, dominé par sa nouvelle épouse Rhonda, et reléguée derrière Mégane, sa demi-sœur prétentieuse, elle a appris à survivre dans le silence. Lorsque sa grand-mère tombe gravement malade, un diagnostic sans appel bouleverse son quotidien. N’ayant ni soutien familial ni ressources suffisantes, Chantelle accepte une proposition inattendue : 100 nuits contre un million d’euros, avec un homme riche, dont elle ne connaîtra jamais l'identité. À chaque rencontre, l’homme porte un masque, garde le silence, et ne lui laisse que des transferts bancaires anonymes et un parfum entêtant comme souvenir. Un jour, contrainte par son père de participer à un dîner familial, Chantelle découvre avec stupeur le fiancé de Mégane : Collen Wilkerson, PDG froid et inaccessible du puissant groupe où elle travaille comme simple employée. Dès leur rencontre, elle est troublée. Un détail la foudroie : son parfum. C’est exactement celui de l’homme masqué avec qui elle a partagé douze nuits et il en restait quatre-vingt-huit.

"You’re not my mate," he said, loud enough for the whole pack to hear. "You’re just an omega. Nothing more." He didn’t reject me. Not officially. That would have been too easy. No, Kade left the bond burning between us, torturing me with every breath I took. He touched other women in front of me. He smiled at them, whispered things against their throats, while I stood there, aching, pretending I didn’t care.