Rosalie Hale

The beach was crowded as it was summer and many families tend to camp and have fun during this period. A young tanned skinned girl of about eight years, sat on the sand a little bit far from her family. She had a darkblue hoodie on and a headphone over her head. Her beautiful grey eyes seem to shimmer as she stared with keen interest at the water, while humming a song softly and enjoying the quiet. However, her little peace and privacy was shortlived as a lad of about ten years old, endowed with curly jet-black hair, ran along. He stopped however, on seeing her. She turned to see the one invading her quiet only to see the boy staring at her. She looked at him without saying a word, holding his gaze. Time seemed to fly by as they both continued their staring match which was eventually interrupted, when another lad of same age as the boy came by. "Jordan! There you are. Come, Mom calls for you." The blonde haired lad said, looking at the girl briefly before dragging the other along who continued to stare at the girl from his shoulders until she was out of eyesight. "Hey Elle!" A little girl of same age as the grey eyed, called as she ran towards her. "Come see the sand castle that Rosalie and I built." "Jordan," the grey-eyed girl whispered.

Alpha Draven didn’t come to save her. He came to punish her. Liora Hale spent five years hiding in the human world, trying to forget the pain she was born into. Raised by a foster family who treated her like filth, she endured years of cruelty until the day they threw her out like garbage, bloody and broken in the street. That’s when Draven found her. Her former stepbrother. Now the cold-hearted Alpha of a ruthless biker pack. He didn’t come out of love. He didn’t come out of guilt. He came because someone had to pay, and she was all that was left. To him, she’s a ghost of everything he lost. A name tied to betrayal. And yet… he doesn’t kill her. He keeps her. In his world. In his darkness. In his hell. Liora Hale should have run. She should have hated him. But she stayed, because going back to Dawson’s would’ve been worse. At least with Draven, in all his fury and coldness, she had a reason to breathe, to endure, to live. But will Liora survive the Alpha who swore to break her, or choose the one who offers the freedom she’s never known? And when every buried truth comes to light, will Draven finally see her as his mate, before it’s too late?

SYNOPSIS On her eighteenth birthday, Elena felt the electric pull of the mate bond, only to discover that her destined mate was none other than Alpha Jaxon Hale, the cold and feared leader of their pack. One night of passion. No words. No promises. No marking. And by morning, only rejection. “This never happened,” he told her. Warning her not to tell anyone about this. She is scared, she is broken, and the next morning when he rejects her in front of everyone, she finds herself feeding smaller than she ever did. Humiliated, heartbroken, and silenced, Elena vanished under moonlight. Weeks later, when she finds out that she is with child, she is more determined to stay hidden in the shadows. She will not allow her child to undergo the same humiliation and pain. Five years later, Elena lives in peace under a false name, raising her daughter, Lila, a fierce and gifted wolf pup whose power is already beginning to show. But when Jaxon unknowingly expands his territory and claims the very land and school where Elena teaches, their worlds collide once more. He sees her. Feels the bond. Sees the child. Feels the truth. He grows angry, but he also understands. He gives space and understanding, and for the first time, he finds himself being completely lost. And for the first time, the Alpha who broke her… breaks himself. As Jaxon fights to reclaim what he threw away, Elena refuses to be swept into the past. She’s not the girl he rejected. She’s a mother. A fighter. And she won’t risk her daughter’s heart on the same man who shattered hers.

My parents died in an accident when I was 16 years old. That leaves me and my stepbrother, Freddie Sanford, to rely on each other. At 20 years old, I get drunk and confess my feelings to him. But instead of being gentle as usual, he lashes out in fury. "Rosalie Hunter, do you have no shame at all? I'm your brother!" From that day on, he gets back together with his first love, Bianca Reed. His attitude toward me plummets and turns cold as ice. What Freddie doesn't know is I'm sick. To me, every day feels like a countdown. On the day of their wedding, I quietly reach the end of my life. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to two years ago. At the same time, I learn an unbelievable piece of news. Freddie has been dead for three years.

Lawrence Hale has been Julia Ware's assistant and lover for seven years, but she's now getting engaged to someone else. She calls off their engagement during an auction, and he thinks she wants to propose to him. It's only when a face that looks almost identical to him shows up that he realizes he's never been more than a replacement.

My best friend, Emily Summers, who had always been terrified of dogs, suddenly told me she was planning to buy a pet dog. That’s when I knew that she had been reincarnated too. In my previous life, I bought a pure white toy poodle from a pet shop. From the moment that little dog came into my home, everything in my life turned around. Morgan Hale, our manager who had always been at odds with me, suddenly offered me a promotion and a raise. Even the client I’d been struggling to win over for months personally requested to sign the deal with me. But the most unbelievable change of all? Silas Sullivan, the company’s tall, rich, and handsome CEO got down on one knee and proposed to me after a party, saying he wanted to marry me. I had said yes and even invited Emily to the wedding to witness my happiest moment. However, driven by jealousy, she stabbed me to death on the day of the wedding. "Why should someone like you get to marry a CEO while I’m stuck working three shifts a day like a damn slave?" The next time I opened my eyes, I was back at that moment, standing beside her, at the pet shop, looking at dogs…

Eight years ago, the Woodens' lives underwent an unprecedented change that altered everything good as they knew it. Rosalie, unaware that she had humiliated Victor when they were young, became a target for Victor, who privately destroyed her by reducing her to his servitude in bed with the help of his affluence! Eight years later, Rosalie, after reinventing herself, returned to face Victor... She reemerged sophisticated and in the arms of another man: "I am getting married! I do have your blessings, don’t I?" Victor held her down as forcefully as he often did eight years ago and spoke in a low voice: "You are the canary I've been nurturing for the last two years, and you will not fly away until I say otherwise." But the current Rosalie, like a wild rose with myriad flavors, would never be dominated by Victor, never again!

Celeste was married to a Mafia Don, Xenois Kingston on a contract marriage, that would last 6 years. The deal was that Celeste would give him children during that period and after the end of the 6 year contract, he would offer her $100,000,000,000, divorce her and keep the children as his. Celeste, an orphan, abandoned by the orphanage she grew up in at the age of 18 had nothing to lose and agreed to the deal. 6 years later, Celeste is now 24 years and mother to triplets boys; Lake, Troy and Soren. The contract is coming to an end this month and rumors has it that Xenois true love Claudia Hale is returning back to the city after 6 years of absence. Xenois handed her the divorce papers that morning only for him to get into a car accident on the way to the hospital and suffers from amnesia. To Xenois, he's in love with his wife and kids and a very attentive father and husband and is surprised to find out that Celeste planned on divorcing him. He is determined to make his wife fall for him and be a better father to their children. Things seem like a fairytale for Celeste who is desperate to hold on to this illusion after she had fallen for her husband in their third year of their marriage and stayed with an unrequited love. She knows what she's doing is cruel but she wants to enjoy it while it lasts. But Claudia Hale won't rest until she gets rid of the obstacle named Celeste and marries her heartthrob Xenois. Will Xenois recover his memory and better yet, once he does, does Celeste still stand a chance at winning the heart of her husband or would she be accused of having a hand in his amnesia.

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”

Seraphine Hale, a genius musician, announces her return to the country. When a reporter asks whether she's back for her first love, she smiles icily. "Are you talking about that trash? It wouldn't be any of my business even if he were to drop dead tomorrow." What she doesn't know is that I've already been dead for close to a decade.