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Sharon and Shannon battled in between lust and love. Sharon couldn’t fight for her right or love and her possessive sister, Shannon took everything from her including her mate. The whole thing happened so fast and her father agreed for the marriage but on the night of their wedding day, the camp was set ablaze. Sharon watched her father’s pack crumble to the ground and wasn’t able to do anything, she knew the culprit, she knew his plan but she wouldn’t make any rash decision. Her happiness was stolen but that happiness only caused calamity in her life as soon as he surfaced. Sharon always lost things but this time, she vowed to avenge her fallen pack no matter who the culprit turned out to be. Not even love can stop her this time.

"You are really brave, my Dove" he smiled warmly, but his gaze betrayed a different emotion as a devilish smirk formed at the corner of his lip. There was something dark and sinister in his gaze that made a cold shiver run down my spine. ~~~~~~~~~ It was a twisted tale of love and revenge. In a world of deception and betrayal, Sophia Davis's life is turned upside down by the Andrew's dark secrets. She was forced to confront her worst fears when she was arrested for damaging the property of a cold-hearted billionaire, Theodore Andrews. The only way to avoid jail time is to marry him, but she knows that he and his family are responsible for her sister's death and several traumatic events that damaged her life and that of her family. As she struggled to understand the events that had led her to this point, she began to uncover a truth that would change everything. Can she find the strength to resist his offer, or will she succumb to his power and influence for the sake of her sick father and innocent nephew? Could she find the strength to confront the past and set things right, or would she be forever trapped in a cycle of pain and loss? This story of love and loss will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.

“No, please…. please don't hurt Eldric,” she begged him to not hurt her husband which made him grab a fist of her hair and pull her face closer to his. She yelped in pain. “So you really love your husband a lot to beg me for his life?” He glowered down at her. “You did give him that thing which I had always needed from you,” he seethed out. Her heart ached more terribly when she saw that searing pain flashing in his gaze for a split second before his viciousness took over him completely. “Fine, I will spare your dear husband’s life tonight if you would be able to stop me,” he uttered and cupped the back of her neck. She witnessed his rapacious gaze wandering all over her face and body hungrily before it stopped at her lips. “And I guess you already know how to stop me, Mrs Ariella Eldric Kohler….” he smirked wickedly at her mouth before trailing his predacious eyes back at her gaze. Turning completely vulnerable, she closed her glossy eyes and then pressed her lips against his, giving him what he had been demanding from her at the cost of her husband's life. Feeling the delicate warmth of her mouth against his, he plunged himself deeper inside her core once again, making her yelp in pain. “Moan my name, Ella…” he groaned, thrusting inside her harder. Tears rolled down from her eyes. “Aahh….K…Kieran….” her moan made him slam his mouth against her where he twisted her very being to become his salvation from her sin. Why was she letting this fatal man ruin not only her but her wedding vows too, who was surviving his life with the only purpose of destroying her? Read to find out…..

“It’s about midnight, the cool and gentle breeze will be blowing by now. I remember setting my bound hair loose to feel the soft but harsh power of the wind, sending cold shivers down my nape; the blinding bright lights illuminating the street would be lit. What about the big mansions? Situated right beside the lone empty road. So sad I can’t see or feel any of that; these great white-cornered walls would not stop me from reminiscing the beauty of taking a night walk; "who would have thought, this beautiful street conceded an Asylum?!" Emilia Vilia-Rosario was dragged into rivalry and a revenge war between,The Pedro's and her family. She was tricked into signing a contracted marriage proposal to Mariano Douglas Pedro, the billionaire heir to Pedro's Fortune.

My Alpha fiancé, Andre Ackhurst, and his brother, Easton Ackhurst, are identical twins. They have the same looks and scent—no one would be able to tell them apart if not for their starkly different personalities. After a savage pack war, Andre dies, and Easton lives. But when Easton takes over as Alpha, he insists on inheriting both lines of the family—he claims to want to care for me, his sister-in-law. When his girlfriend, Callie Wentworth, learns of this, she berates me for shamelessly seducing her boyfriend. That night, I head to my in-laws' room, wanting to ask them to talk Easton out of his ridiculous idea. However, I hear my mother-in-law say, "Andre, Easton is the one who died on the battlefield. Why did you impersonate him and say you're the one who died?" "Easton" sighs. "Callie is an Omega, and she's weak. Her body won't be able to take it when she learns Easton is the one who died. I have to love her for life on Easton's behalf. "Yes, it's unfair to Jane. However, I'm sure she'll stick it out because she's already carrying my pup. Besides, I'll secretly care for her. She's so kind and considerate—I'm sure she'll understand why I've done this." I'm in disbelief after hearing this. Finally, I understand that my fiancé didn't die. He merely pretended to be his brother so he could comfort another woman. During breakfast the following morning, I tell my in-laws my plan. "Thank you for helping me move past Andre's death. I've thought things through, and I've decided to abort the pup. I'm going to start afresh." As soon as the words are out of my mouth, "Easton" suddenly shatters the bowl he holds as he feeds Callie.

Parole is Shaw Carter’s final shot at freedom, and he doesn’t want to lose it. After a felony conviction nearly cost him everything, the path forward is narrow—keep his head down, stay out of trouble, and survive long enough to earn his life back. It would be an easy task if he wasn’t placed in the mayor’s custody, and is forced to share the same apartment with his son. Lucas Hale is everything Shaw should avoid. He’s sharp-tongued, infuriatingly composed, and far too comfortable pushing Shaw to his limits. From the very first night, it’s clear Lucas doesn’t want Shaw there. Every word that came out of Lucas' mouth was a provocation. Shaw tells himself it doesn’t matter. He can endure anything for a few months. But tension has a way of twisting. What starts as hostility quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Their fights grow closer and sharper, charged with something neither of them wants to name. Their moral lines blur. Control slips. And suddenly, the one thing Shaw can’t afford becomes the one thing he can’t stay away from. Because Lucas isn’t just getting under his skin, he’s unraveling him. But beneath the tension and the touching and everything neither of them will say out loud, Lucas is carrying a secret, one that doesn’t just connect him to Shaw’s past. It is Shaw’s past. And when the truth finally surfaces, Shaw will have to decide if the man he’s falling for is his salvation or the reason he never should have been free at all.

After almost losing her life, Lisa Charles finally decided to hire a bodyguard to keep her safe and ensure that she will be able to continue the legacy that her parents left her. Hence, she bought Xavier Hawthorn—a merciless mercenary—in an auction. Despite the risks of keeping a mercenary with no master next to her, Lisa still spent millions to acquire him. She made him sign a contract and tied him to her for two whole years, which will unravel the darkest secrets of her bodyguard and attract more dangers around her. With both of them being known to be untameable, will they make a formidable team or will they only be each other’s downfall?

Dawn has loved her best friend Damian for as long as she can remember. She held him through every heartbreak, kept every secret, and built her entire world around a boy who never once looked at her the way she looked at him. So when he chooses her worst enemy over her, Dawn is left with nothing — no best friend, no safe place, and a broken heart with nowhere to go. The last person she expects to step in is Killian Larsen. Damian's older brother. Hockey's golden boy. A man who has never pretended to be a good brother and isn't about to start now. But Killian wants something, and he has decided Dawn is the only one who can give it to him. He has a proposition. Dawn knows better than to say yes. Killian is dangerous in ways Damian never was. Cold and sharp-edged, with dark eyes and a reputation that should send her running. He is nothing like the boy she wasted years on, and everything about him says this is a bad idea. She says yes anyway. Because his offer is impossible to refuse, and his reasons are harder to ignore than she expected. And somewhere between the danger and the way he says her name, like he has been saving it, Dawn starts to wonder if she has been loving the wrong Larsen brother all along.

Late at night, my husband came home with a young model. "So, you are the washed-up wife that Mr. Dawson keeps at home?" The girl looked at me with a mocking smile and said. Jay Dawson, my husband, reeking of alcohol, glanced between us with interest. He then hugged the young girl and led her into the bedroom. I sat alone on the living room couch, wrapped in a blanket, and listened to their shameless noises all night. I endured it for two years. Our agreement had finally ended this year, and so had my love for Ethan. I walked away. But Ethan chased after me like a madman.

We were on our way to celebrate our son’s birthday when we got into a car crash. When I woke up, I looked at my family gathered around my hospital bed and cracked a joke: “Sorry, but who are you guys?” I held back a smile, curious to see how they'd humor their "amnesiac" patient. Would my mother grab my hand in a panic? Would my husband look at me with worry? Would my son rush over, crying and calling me Mom? What I didn't expect was for them to freeze for a moment—and then, almost in unison, let out sighs of relief. My mother was the first to speak, her tone unmistakably lighter, as if a huge weight had been lifted. "If you don’t remember, it’s probably for the best. This is Lindsay—your sister, she’s my daughter. You were adopted." My husband then pointed at me and said to our son, "You should call her Aunt Wendy." Before the shock could even sink in, I watched the child I'd fought so hard to protect turn and throw himself into the arms of Lindsay. "Mom! I played outside all day. I missed you so much!" So that was the truth. My amnesia was exactly what they'd been hoping for. In that case, I didn't need this made-up life anymore.