Round Foldable Dining Table

"I guess you are ready for round two..." He chuckled in my ear in a husky voice.    His voice made a shiver run down my spine, and I moaned while placing my hand on his bare, hard-toned chest.    I tried to pull him to me, but he chuckled and went away, "No... Don't flatter yourself thinking that I will go for another round with you. It was a one-time thing between us."    "What are you saying? We are mates..."    "I don't fall for weak females who can't even shift into her wolf... We are NOTHING."    No...This can't be possible...He can't just leave me after taking me? After taking the only thing and hope I had in me...My virginity and...Mate bond...    My clothes were thrown at my face with an evil smirk on his face, "Get dressed and get out as soon as you can... I have more people waiting for me." ******************   A werewolf with no wolf was considered a disgrace to their kind, and Hazel was one of them. Betrayed by her community and mate, she moved to the city to start a new life but she didn't know that one night stand with her alpha will change her life for once and all.    Alone, hurt, and Pregnant... Hazel tries to build her new life but the announced arrival of her mate in her life again leaves her baffled.    He wants her again but this time, as his contracted wife.    Liam had seen so many women that he doesn't remember Hazel being his mate and approached her to be his contracted wife. Filled with anger and hurt, will Hazel accept his proposal or turn him down? Is Liam again playing with her to get the baby, or does he not know her for real? 

Ashley's Parents were traitors and had been executed at the age of four, spared to live in the pack house, she is hated, abused and turned to an all round slave in the pack. At the age of eighteen, when she is rejected by her destined mate, The future Alpha of her pack, her life shatters before her. Just when it looks like life is doomed, The dangerous and most powerful, Alpha, Alpha of the dead moon pack Liam claims her as his and she is sold. How would Ashley survive as a slave and being the second chance mate to an Alpha who wants nothing with her, but would murder another man for coming close to her? If Ashley is just a slave, then why does Alpha Liam's blood boil and wolf call for her body to be his and only his? MATURE CONTENT READERS DISCRETION ADVISED.

*** COMPLETED *** ***This story has a lot of steamy scenes that are not suitable for minors.*** A hundred years after the war where werewolves lost against humans, Kaiya finds herself imprisoned in an island park where they are hunted on a weekly basis for human’s entertainment. However, when the ownership of the island park changes, she finds her mate, who is a newly crowned King. ************************************* “You are the first freed werewolf, does not mean that you will be the last.” “Is that why you freed me? To set an example?” “No. I freed you because you will be my woman.” My breathing stops. The way he puts a claim on me makes me want to claim him too. “I—” “Ah! Don’t worry about answering me now. I will give you time to consider me.” I look at the table and entwine my fingers together. I take a deep breath and look back at him. “I want that too,” I whisper. “I want to become your woman too.” I answer the surprise on his face by flushing scarlet. Then, he looks away and I can see a blush creeping on his face too. “So, starting now, we are together?” he asks. “Before that, we need to do a promise.” “A promise?” I take his hand to mine and say, “You are my mate, whom I promise to love and cherish forever, until the gods and fate separate us.” He squeezes my hand and answers, “You are my mate, whom I promise to love and cherish forever, even if the gods and fate may try to separate us.”

At our Thanksgiving family dinner, my stepbrother brought his beautiful girlfriend to meet the family for the first time. She held up her wine glass and flashed me a malicious smirk. “I heard you had a first love you can’t forget, Summer.” I kept my head low and focused on my food, unsure how to respond. After all, my first love… was her boyfriend. When I was seventeen, my stepbrother Ethan Cole tricked me into crossing the line we should never have crossed, while our parents were blissfully unaware. Even right now, under the table, his foot was rubbing mine sensually. He did not bother holding back. On the table, he held his girlfriend’s hand tenderly as he mocked me with a smirk, “You’re twenty-seven, sis. Your shelf life is running out, and you’re such a plain Jane. Who would ever want you?” I stood up abruptly and looked at him, my tone calm and resolute. “I’m married, Ethan.”

Serena gave everything to the man she loved—her trust, her devotion, her future. But betrayal shattered it all. Pregnant and full of hope, she walked in on her husband tangled in bed with another woman. What followed was worse: the slow, agonizing loss of her baby… and then her own life, bleeding out on an operating table, heartbroken and alone. But fate wasn’t finished with her. Reborn with every memory intact, Serena wakes in the past—stronger, colder, and no longer naive. This time, she’s ready to rewrite her story. This time, she’ll make them pay. Because the girl they destroyed… came back for revenge. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll find something worth living for too.

"Chris." The said man looked up at his mate and beta. One look,he understood what had happened. Without further ado,the man behind her walked out of the door closing it behind him. He stood up and stalked towards her. Grabbing her chin he said, "Darling, do you badly want to go outside and get taken by those men? They would sell you to a pimp house?! Why don't you just understand that I'm just trying to keep you safe?! Why can't you just stay here quietly?" Isabelle looked up into his eyes. He was taken aback by her boldness. No one ever dared to look into this eyes but it was to be expected after all, she was his mate. His equal. "What good is this place? At least out there, I won't be confined like a fucking prisoner! I so much hate this place. I can't breathe normally. It's all so suffocating! There's no one to keep me company, no phone no nothing. You as well, oh yeah, you treat me like I'm some disease that you'll contract if you get close to me. Like a plague! But don't you worry, cause I'm very happy with that behaviour. But at least just let me live my normal life. Why can't I just do that?!" She yelled tears trickling down her face. Chris who couldn't bear to see her cry moved his hands from her chin pulling her into his embrace. She fought against him for a while before she later calmed down and just sobbed into his cloth. "I'll let you go out. I'll give you my phone to use for the meantime. Just please stop crying." He whispered his voice breaking. He leaned to his table and took his phone sliding it into her pocket.

Kate Miller, a beautiful innocent girl with a more beautiful heart, is trapped living an awful existence. After losing her Mum at the age of 12, her father remarries and she has never felt love since that moment again. Her life was turned into a living hell as she is forced to put up with a stepmom that despised her existence and a stepsister that made her life a living hell, the only person that seemed to be on her side was Jake, her stepbrother. Kate has all but given up on the possibility of living a life of normality. Ethan Robinson is the most famous and youngest billionaire in New York. He doesn't do relationships, only one-night stands, he has a loving family consisting of his mother, father, and elder brother. Ethan's parents become worried when his personal life starts affecting the family's business and so they look for a solution. A business proposition arises and marriage is on the table, Ethan now has to marry Kate. What happens when these two opposites are put together in a loveless marriage? Will Ethan be able to help Kate? Or will he become another uncaring person in her life? Will they survive? Or will they fall apart?

Every orphan dreams of one thing—finding a home. When my parents finally found me, I thought I was the luckiest girl alive. But the moment I stepped through their door, I saw her—a girl my age, dressed like a princess, calling them "mom" and "dad." That girl, Cassia, had been living the life that should have been mine. She was their pride and joy, while I was nothing but an outsider. In front of others, she played the perfect sister. Behind closed doors, she made sure I knew my place. I was her shadow, her punching bag. She was my tormentor—my fake sister. I thought my husband could save me from the misery of that home. He was kind, gentle—or so I believed—until he demanded I give up my unborn child, because the only baby he wanted was hers. Betrayed by the two people I trusted most, my world crumbled as I bled alone on an operating table, my life slipping away. But destiny had other plans. I was given another chance—a chance to rewrite my story. This time, I’m ready. I’ll expose Cassia for who she truly is. I’ll protect everything that was stolen from me. I’ll no longer be the weak girl in her shadow. I’ll become my own strength, and Cassia will never have power over me again.

On my birthday, the dining table was loaded with all my favorites. My mom had been cooking and baking the entire afternoon, insisting everything be perfect for when Mike got home from work so we could celebrate together. But then, he called and said his first love had been drugged at a bar, and he had to go help her. I stopped him and begged him not to go. Mike snapped at me. "Jesus, Em, don’t pull this jealous wife crap. She’s alone, defenseless, and unconscious—I can't let some random dude take advantage of her!" My mother heard those words and was so enraged that she had a heart attack. She died on the spot. Just like that, my mom died on my birthday. I called Mike, asking him to attend my mom's funeral. But before he could reply, I saw Cathy Miller's latest Instagram post, captioned: [Mikey… after all these years, it was always you.] Mike had liked it. My thumb moved before my brain caught up, typing out the only words that mattered: [A homewrecker and a lying bastard. Hope you rot together.]

My boyfriend passed away from illness. Before he died, he asked me to look after his only younger brother—Callum Ressler. I put Callum through college, and helped him build his company from the ground up. Then one night, after a round of drinking at some work function, he ended up in bed with me. While I wrestled with what we were to each other, I noticed something on his office desk: a photo of me, framed neatly beside an engagement ring. My heart stirred. I pushed open the lounge door, ready to finally talk about us. But just as the door creaked open, a white camisole fell at my feet. I froze. Callum pulled the covers tightly around a shocked female assistant. "Diana, ever heard of knocking?" he snapped. Face pale, limbs suddenly uncoordinated, I started backing out. But the assistant's timid voice stopped me. "Diana… could you hand me my clothes?" I ignored the hostility behind her eyes, grabbed the garment, tossed it onto the bed, and left in a hurry. Once I stepped outside the company building, Callum called. "Diana, you should really stop barging into my room like that." I laughed and agreed. From that moment on, I never stepped into his world again.