Royalty Roses

After eight years of marriage, I finally get pregnant with Claude Frey's child. It's my sixth round of IVF, and my last chance. The doctor says I can't put my body through it again. I'm overjoyed, ready to share the good news with him. But a week before our anniversary, I received an anonymous photo in the mail. In it, he was bending down to kiss another woman's pregnant belly. That woman is his childhood sweetheart, the one his family watched grow up. She's gentle and well-mannered, and the kind of daughter-in-law every parent dreams of. The funniest part is that his entire family knows about her pregnancy, except me. I'm just the punchline in their joke. It turns out that the marriage I've been holding together despite all my wounds is nothing but a carefully crafted lie. Fine. I don't want Claude anymore, and I'll never let my child be born into a world built on lies. I book my ticket to leave on our eighth anniversary. It's also the very day he's supposed to take me to see the sea of roses. Before we got married, he promised me a sea of flowers all my own. But instead, I find him in front of the rose garden, kissing his pregnant childhood sweetheart. After I leave, he starts searching for me everywhere. "Don't go, please?" he begs. "I was wrong. Don't leave." He finally remembers the promise he'd made to me and plants the most beautiful roses in the world in that garden. But I don't need it anymore.

Mora discovers that Mayor Lycan is the man she slept with the night she was drugged, she tries to reach out to him, but there was a stumbling block, it was too late, and Mayor Lycan not remembering anything that happened the night they spent together branded her a gold-digger. When, Lycan knew of the secret, that his mother took to her death bed with, he was devastated, he searched high and low for his biological son, claimed by Philip as his son. Life isn't a bed of roses for Miles while growing up, tagged as a bastard, and bullied by the strongest in school because of him being handsome, he learnt how to defend himself, and stand up against those who hated him. The man who forsakes him, in the time he was desperate, showed up at his doorstep one day, claiming before his foster father, and everyone that he is his biological son, the man whom he blamed as the one who killed his mother. Philip blamed Agora's family for the death of his family, his hunger for vengeance, he decided to use a willing tool, which is Miles, to get back at the family, who took away everything from him. Living the life of Agora's president group to the public, and as a mysterious music genius in the dark, the people of country H don't even know who Mora's mask is, their favourite singer, but their are fanatics supporting the anonymous singer. Sneaky, realising how much she has fallen in love with Miles, the one she had lived under his shadow as a brother with, will she abandon her vow to remain as a brother to him, or reveal her feminine charms, when faced with competitors. As the successor of Agora's family, will Miles destroy it legacy?

“Daddy… Fuck me daddy… I know daddy wants my pussy…. Yeah daddy harder… Oh..” I moaned tightly, biting my bottom lips. “So close.” I whispered, twirling my other hand on my breast, pinching and swirling my thumb against my dark buds. It was fucking sweet having pleasuring myself but I wondered what it would actually feel like having daddy’s cock inside of me instead. My eyes had immediately seized upward, and my hues widened with shock, snapping at the sight of my father figure who stood unwavering at the door. My heart skipped a beat that I swallowed harshly having pushed the words out my mouth. “Daddy….” my eyes leaned on him, watching as his dark shadow loomed further inside my room, and he pushed the door closed from behind with my breath which had halted. My leg involuntarily squeezed themselves to together, and another pleasure weaved its way into my body, maybe it was actually due to shock. What was he fucking doing here? “Princess where you fantasizing about me?” *** Roses weren’t red, neither were violent blue to me, all I wanted was pleasure but it all went too far….. The moment I saw how gracious my stepdad appeared, I had made it my mission to seduce him. Unfortunately what I didn’t know was that I was a naïve nineteen years old who was being used. He turned to a monster, and he made it his own life mission to torment my existence.

"You shouldn't be touching me." he growled, his voice low and ragged, every muscle beneath her nimble fingers felt the tremors of restrained power. The heat of his skin radiated through her gloves. "If I stop, you'll bleed out." His hand shot up, curling gently-but firmly around her wrist. His eyes, a shade of hellish red in the dim lights, locked onto hers. "No, doctor," he whispered, his lips forming a stern pressed line. "If you stop, it won't be the blood that kills me. It'll be the hunger." Dr. Eleanor Airlea never believed in myths-until the night a wounded stranger staggered into her veterinary clinic under a blood-red moon. The wolfs injuries should have killed him, but his body healed with a feral strength she couldn't explain. His piercing eyes, wild and magnetic, left her both terrified and captivated. Raphael is no ordinary man-he's a werewolf, royalty no less with a bloodline that binds him to the violent laws of his pack and the forbidden desire that burns whenever Eleanor is near. In a world where hunters stalk the night and betrayal lurks under every silver light, their passion becomes as dangerous as it is irresistible. She's the healer who should fear him. He's the predator who has set his eyes upon her. And when blood and desire mix under the next full moon, neither of them will be able to resist the pull of destiny. "I don't care what you are," she said, her pulse racing as she held his gaze. "You were bleeding. You needed me." His lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Careful, doctor. Saving a wolf can make you his."

“I’m confused,” Jane said. “Actually I’m very confused.” Tristan gave her a bored look, “About what?” “What just happened upstairs? Did you forget that you just told your mother- I mean Your Highness that we are dating? Because the last time I checked, we spent one night together?! Are you crazy?” “It’s really not that complicated,” Tristan turned towards her, a determined look in his eyes. “We will date for a while. I mean fake date for a while so that my mother and the media can get off our back. No big deal. It’s not like you have a boyfriend or anything. Why are you worried?” Jane wanted to kill him and wipe that lazy smirk off his face. But he was royalty, and she would pretty much be hung for that. It was not worth it. *** Jane Rosetti is an exchange medical student in Walsh, new to almost everything. To pay off her student loans, she’s working as a bartender in a high-end club “Floral Liquor”, where she meets Tristan. At first, she’s incredibly taken by his good looks and thick accent. She has no idea about his real identity, which doesn’t matter as they end up in bed together. Prince Tristan of Walsh has finally returned to his hometown after two years. As he’s been very secretive, everyone wants exclusive about him. So when he’s exiting Jane’s apartment, he’s captured with her panties stuck on to his sleeve. Both of them are photographer together, and that’s when Jane’s troubles start. Right after her one night with the Prince. ***

Underestimated… That is what I have been almost all my life just because I am a female, a woman, a lady... but I understand… this world is filled with egotistic and chauvinistic men that need to be taught a lesson and I am more than happy to do so… My life has never been all fun and roses… I still had my mum and brothers but it will never be the same without my father. I may be of age. Far past the finding your mate age but that doesn’t mean I am in a hurry to get a mate not that I don’t want one. I do but I’m just not in a hurry. But the goddess and fate as always did the exact opposite of what my heart desired… they brought my mate to my doorstep and I took it with a determined heart but I was in for a surprise. My mate wanted another yet he didn’t want to let me go. He wanted to eat his cake and have it. He welcomed me into his home and pack with a happy face yet I was being disrespected, and ridiculed behind my back. I may act ignorant but I’m no fool. I like to plan my actions before I take it so that I would be well prepared for the consequences that may follow. And as usual my new pack comes first before my needs but that doesn’t stop me from showing my mate that he messed with the wrong bitch. Because I was named CHAOS for a reason. I am going to tear into his conscience and torment the living daylights out of him for I may be a bitch. But I am nobody’s bitch…

The day I was awarded the highest service medal, I got a call that my grandfather had died. My superiors approved emergency leave, and I rushed straight back to the family estate without stopping. The moment I reached the hillside cemetery behind the house, what I saw snapped something inside me. Our family burial ground had been completely leveled. My parents' graves had been dug open. Their urns had been turned into flower pot bases, with dark-red roses planted right on top of them. My grandfather's coffin had been split apart. His body was left exposed in the dirt, already starting to rot. And my younger brother, Jerry Horton, who was on the autism spectrum, was being ordered around like a laborer by my husband's assistant, Digby Wolfe, hauling construction materials back and forth. I lost it. I grabbed Digby and slammed him into the ground with a hard shoulder throw. "You touched my family's graves and made my brother do manual labor. Are you trying to get buried here with them?" Digby coughed up blood as he struggled to his feet, sneering at me. "This was Mr. Gray's decision. He said your family plot is in a good location, with plenty of space. It's perfect for building a golf course for the future Mrs. Gray. In Joule, Mr. Gray is the law." His tone was icy. "And who do you think you are?" I swallowed my rage and called Marshall Gray. "I hear you run Joule," I said. "Well, I'm about to change that."

"Do you really think we're going to accept you? A traitor's daughter?" Roxanne has always been known as the daughter of a man who betrayed his king and his kingdom. Everyone she came into contact with hated her for it and life was a different sort of hell for her. With a sister whose whereabouts was unknown, Roxanne sets out to go find her, but by chance she crosses paths with a man the whole kingdom fears and resents. A man whose mask made her feel he hid something dark and horrible underneath, and whose icy blue eyes made shivers run down her spine. A search for the truth joins them together and soon, Roxanne finds herself drawn to the one they call the dark prince, the same prince in whom she sees nothing but someone who is hurt and who was misjudged. Ariel couldn't understand what was happening to him. He had been cursed by a powerful witch, a punishment for his cold heart and for the past two hundred years of his life, all he wished for was death. He had gotten used to his dark and dreary life, but yet the appearance of a strange girl turns his world upside down. She was a girl who smelt of roses and sunshine, with hair the color of fire, and glaring silver eyes. His wolf panted after her. He thirsted for her like he thirsted for water. He could not understand the feelings that threatened to turn him into a fool, but with Roxanne's appearance, a series of actions were set into motion. Actions and decisions that might provide a silver lining for him and that might bring out the truth about Roxanne's father and her true identity.

« J'ai besoin de votre aide pour simuler un crash de jet privé, » ai-je dit calmement. « C'est le seul moyen pour moi de quitter Lucas Moreau. » Les gens disaient qu'il avait renoncé au trône de la Mafia pour moi. Ils l'appelaient l'homme qui avait troqué le pouvoir contre l'amour, l'héritier qui avait abandonné le sang et l'or pour épouser une serveuse des bas-fonds. Pendant des années, il a fait croire au monde en notre histoire. Il a bâti des empires à mon nom. Il m'envoyait des roses tous les lundis. Il a déclaré à la presse que j'étais son salut. Mais l'amour ne signifie pas toujours la loyauté. Pendant que je croyais encore à l'éternité, il construisait une seconde maison dans mon dos – une maison remplie de rires, de jouets, et des fils jumeaux qui ont hérité de ses yeux. La nuit où j'ai disparu, son empire a brûlé. Il a ravagé des villes, corrompu des gouvernements, et enterré des hommes vivants pour me retrouver. Mais au moment où il y est parvenu, j'étais déjà partie. Et la femme pour laquelle il était autrefois prêt à mourir ne l'aimait plus assez pour rester en vie.

A princess vanishes. A kingdom can't afford the truth. And the only person who can take her place is the brother who was never supposed to exist in the shadows she left behind. Prince Caelan Vayne is an Alpha with a secret that could shatter him — his strength is suppressed, his designation hidden, his entire identity a carefully maintained performance. When his sister disappears days before her royal wedding, his father makes the impossible ask: put on her dress, cross the border south, and become her. Just long enough to save the alliance. Just long enough to find her. He doesn't expect Crown Prince Damien Solaris. Cold. Commanding. The kind of man who fills a room without trying. Damien is everything a southern crown prince is supposed to be — except for one thing. Beneath the iron composure and the perfect Alpha facade, he's hiding a designation that would cost him his crown, his empire, and everything he's spent his life building. Two people. Two impossible secrets. One contract marriage that was supposed to keep them at arm's length. It doesn't. Because living under the same roof does something to carefully constructed walls. Shared suppressants become shared trust. Midnight investigations become something neither of them can name. And the cold, professional distance of a contract slowly, devastatingly becomes the one place either of them has ever felt safe. But someone arranged the princess's disappearance. Someone inside these very palace walls wants this alliance — and everything it protects — reduced to ash. They'll have to find the truth before it finds them first. The Alpha Wore a Crown and Secrets is a slow-burn ABO royalty romance about two people who agreed to a temporary arrangement — and discovered that the heart doesn't honor expiration dates.