Reencarnação

🔔🔔 Fair warning: this book contains steamy scenes, forbidden desires, stepdad and daughter taboos and languages strictly 18+ When desire crosses the line, hearts are bound to burn. Isabella has always lived in the shadow of control until one night shatters every boundary she thought she could keep. Drawn to a man she can’t have, she’s caught between guilt and a passion that refuses to die. But when betrayal seeps into their secret world, love turns to obsession. A woman scorned, a man torn between two dangerous desires and a house that hides more than one sin beneath its roof.

Born to the royal family of the White Fur Park in the kingdom of Alacia, Emal was a seventeen years old teenage boy of the royal family of the pack. Powerless and wolfless unlike every other wolves in the pack, he was constantly bullied by his peers and family. He tried everything in his power to be like everyone—if at all he couldn't be more than them as required by his royal status, all to no avail. Not until he met her. A torrential rain that calms a wildfire. A tiger that makes friend with it's hunter. She is Arya, the one with two shocking identities. The last bloodline of the most powerful beings to ever exist who are believed to have gone extinct. They became the closest friends ever, always standing up for themselves and protecting each other. They stick together always like a kangaroo and it's newborn. Slowly, he discovered himself, his powers began to awaken. But an unforseen gust of wind created distance between them. It's yet to know if they will end up killing each other under the deceptive game of destiny! One protects, the other kills! Who will decide the victory after all? The trial begins anyway.

It has been five years since The Blue Moon Pack won the war, and saved the entire world, five years since Adaline Vulkov and Alexandru Conri prevented anilation. Several lives were lost, and almost every part of the pack was burnt to the ground. It took them a while to work through the loss of everything, to pick up the pieces, and move on, but they did, some well, than the others. Now, Adaline is married to Alexandru, and they have two beautiful children together - Zoe and Noah. Everyone has worked through the pain and the loss in their own way, and everything has gone well, for five whole years, they should have known it was too good to be true. An even greater evil has arisen, with it, creatures never been seen before, and an old enemy. Watch as prophesies unfold, as the earth is shaken off its axis, as a Family tries so hard to hold on to win a losing battle.

Extract. " Why are you here?" She asked, staring out the window. She has refused to face him since he entered the room, treating him as if he were a ghost. She was a ghost to everyone but not to him and she wondered why. " Came to see you. Did I come at a bad time?" He asked. With a crooked sigh, she finally turned to face him, revealing a tear streaked face. Anger rose in him. Moving towards him, she muttered through gritted teeth. " Every time is a bad time Ray, don't you understand that?" " I understand if you're angry, I can always come see you tomorrow..." She cut him off. " I don't want you to come see me tomorrow or the day after that! I need you to leave me alone! Stop trying to help me Ray, we both know it's not going to work. I wonder why you even bother. Just go away!" " Why do you keep pushing me away?! I want to help you, why won't you let me?" " Because it's of no use. No one can help me Ray, not even you. And you trying is going to hurt the both of us! Even more than we can ever imagine." She spat, tears clouding in her eyes again. She was always crying and frowning. Never smiled. He never thought she knew what it felt like to smile. " But I love you! I freaking do! Why can't you understand and let me stay?" He yelled, shaking her, tears forming in his eyes at the one girl he loved but keeps pushing him away. " Then hate me. If you truly love me Ray... You would hate me." She growled, staring deep into his eyes. Giving him a choice, to hate or love her...

Eoin Sinclair is the crowned Prince, son of the Werewolf King and Queen. His mother is the legendary Green wolf. He is to be the next King. He agrees to mate his girlfriend Amira after all she is the Princess of the Sirens and raised to be Royal. She knows how to be a calm, submissive, Luna. Kayda is a fire dragon werewolf hybrid her father Danny is the Warrior Gamma of the Royal Pack. Dottie her mother is the last pure bred fire dragon. Kayda realises her relationship with Eoin might not be what she assumed. After all, he thinks she is immature, unruly, and childish, and those are the reasons he has told her to her face. No way they're mates. ***** *** ******* "This isn't wrestling." Eoin grunted. "I could easily throw you off." he added. "But you haven't." I grinned, shifting my hips slightly. "Because I don't want to hurt you." he said. " Get off." he added through gritted teeth. "Nope Prince." I smirked, emphasising his title Prince and popping the P disrespectfully. "Besides, you already hurt me, so kiss it better." I smirked, leaning dangerously low to him and pushing out my split lip. "Kayda." he growled in warning. "Last chance, get off me." "And if I don't, do I get that spanking?" I asked . Eoin snapped. I saw it happen in his eyes. I had pushed him to his limit. He swiftly stood up with me in his arms and walked a few paces. Before I knew it, he had me bent over a fallen tree log on the edge of the clearing my head and upper body over the log and my butt in the air. ******* ********* ***** Will the future Kings Flame burn him, or will it set him on fire? Book 3 of the Green Wolf series.

In the silver Moon Pack, Elara was an Omega who was wolfless. She was a servant who slept in the dirt, and a debt-child used as a footstool by the Alpha’s family. She spent her life waiting for her destined mate to save her. But when Kaelen finally looked her in the eye, he rejected her as his mate publicly. “I, Kaelen of Silver-Moon, reject Elara as my mate. A true Alpha needs a Luna who is strong, not a slave.” Left to die in the freezing rain, Elara thinks her story is over. Out of the darkness come four men who look like gods and move like predators. They are the Vane brothers, the most powerful Alpha bloodline in the world. They have been hunting for their lost sister, Elara, for two decades. Caspian, the Ruthless CEO, Julian, the Brilliant Surgeon. Silas, the Lethal Lawyer. Dante, the Mafia King. They promised to burn the world down for her. They promised she would never be hungry, lonely, or unloved again. But as Elara’s true power awakens–a silver energy that humbles even the strongest Alphas–a dark secret emerges from the Vane family’s past. Her brothers saved her from the Silver Moon Pack, but they might be hiding the truth about her past. And in the shadows, a twin she never knew existed is coming to reclaim the throne.

Charlie never asked for this life. Bound in an arranged marriage to Damiel, a ruthless mafia alpha and heir to a powerful empire, he quickly learns that in Damiel’s world, secrets are weapons and trust is a luxury. Damiel is wealth, power, and danger wrapped into one…and he wants everything Charlie has, including the parts he’s been hiding from the world. As shadows of the past and mafia politics collide with the fragile threads of desire, Charlie must navigate a world where love and survival are never guaranteed. One mistake could destroy them both, and sometimes the only way to protect yourself is to hide in plain sight. In a life built on deception and control, can Charlie and Damiel find a connection strong enough to survive? Or will their truths remain buried, forever camouflaged?

Lívia Pereira permanecia parada no meio da multidão, segurando com força duas pilhas de papéis. Uma era o laudo médico que diagnosticava déficit afetivo; a outra, um acordo de divórcio. Três horas antes, ao perceber que o sistema do hospital registrava seu estado civil como divorciada, ela havia ido pessoalmente ao cartório. A funcionária ergueu a cabeça: — Senhora, a senhora e Rodrigo Costa se divorciaram legalmente há três anos. A expressão de Lívia congelou: — Como assim? Há três anos nós tínhamos acabado de nos casar. A funcionária confirmou novamente, e o tom soou estranho: — Está correto. A data do divórcio foi exatamente sete segundos após o casamento.

A queridinha de infância do meu marido, a doce e intocável Carla, sofreu queimaduras com água fervente. E, como castigo pelo que ele acreditava que eu tinha feito... Ele me trancou viva dentro de uma câmara de vapor, pequena demais pra eu sequer me mexer. Aumentou o fogo ao máximo. — A dor que a Carla sentiu, você vai sentir mil vezes pior! — Ele gritou, com os olhos cheios de ódio. Presa naquele espaço sufocante, o ar ficou pesado, quase impossível de respirar. O calor queimava por dentro, como se estivesse me cozinhando viva. Eu chorava, implorava por piedade: — Eu vou morrer! Por favor, me tira daqui! Mas ele... Ele apenas segurou Carla nos braços e saiu sem olhar pra trás. — Fica tranquila. Você não vai morrer... Mas só assim vai entender o que ela passou. Meus gritos de desespero ecoavam abafados dentro da câmara. A água borbulhava sob meus pés, lançando respingos ferventes contra minha pele. A dor era insuportável. Minha voz foi sumindo... Engolida pelo calor. Enquanto isso, ele curtia uma viagem internacional com Carla, sorrindo como se nada tivesse acontecido. Uma semana depois, ao voltar, lembrou de mim como quem se lembra de uma encomenda esquecida: — Aquela vagabunda já deve ter aprendido a lição. Podem soltá-la. O que ele não sabia... É que dentro daquela câmara abafada, onde a água já tinha secado e o vapor cessado, o que restava de mim... Já estava sendo devorado por vermes.

Dos dez aos dezoito anos, meus pais me obrigaram a escrever duzentas e noventa e nove dívidas. Cada centavo que eu pedia a eles era considerado um empréstimo — algo que eu teria que pagar quando me tornasse adulta. Até que sofri um acidente de carro... Na hora de pagar a cirurgia, ainda me faltavam três mil no cartão. Sem saída, fui implorar ajuda aos meus pais. Mas eles apenas sorriram friamente: — Júlia Monforte, você já tem dezoito anos. Não temos mais obrigação nenhuma com você. Escreva uma nova dívida! Com lágrimas nos olhos, escrevi minha tricentésima dívida. Após a cirurgia, abri o Instagram e me deparei com uma publicação da minha irmã adotiva. Na foto, ela estava em um cruzeiro internacional, celebrando seu aniversário de dezoito anos como uma princesa, cercada de gente a bajulando. O presente dos meus pais para ela? Um apartamento de alto padrão no centro de São Paulo... e a chave de um Maserati. Até meu amigo de infância... olhava para ela com olhos cheios de amor. Ela agradecia: "Obrigada às pessoas que eu mais amo, por me darem o melhor que eu poderia ter." E eu, segurando aquela dívida toda amassada nas mãos, simplesmente sorri. Depois que eu quitar essa dívida... uma coisa é certa — não preciso mais de uma família assim.