Sad Things To Draw

Piper Sloane is the epitome of a sad broken-hearted woman. She's running from her ex-boyfriend whom she found in the shower with another woman. Though when she packed her bags to jump ship, she never expected to get lost, or for her hero not to be a hero at all. She realizes quickly that her gallant knight isn't gallant or a hero. He's brutish. Unpolished. Barbaric. And not quite human.

Ella Hart’s life changes forever when her late father’s debt forces her into a marriage with the infamous Alpha, Rylan Wolfe. Cold, ruthless, and scarred by betrayal, Rylan treats their union as a business deal but fate has other plans. As hidden truths, dangerous enemies, and a powerful mate bond draw them together, passion ignites, trust shatters, and love becomes the ultimate battlefield. In a world of werewolf politics, revenge, and secrets, can a human Luna survive and claim her Alpha’s heart?

It starts off with a beef, a slap to his face. He knows what he wants, he’d get what he wants and what he wants is her. Paloma never wanted to get tangled up with Orion from the first day she met him, he was the exact opposite of what her heart longed for. Yet she accepted to be his false girlfriend and somehow forgets to draw the line between her acts and her true emotions for him. Orion however is hellbent on claiming what is his.

Luna Lucia is unhappy because her mate, Santino, had quadruplet babies with another wolf. She goes to a witch for help, even though it's risky. The witch agrees to curse the babies. Years later, Rafael Romani, the oldest of the quads, who is now the alpha, discovers he is impotent. He keeps this secret until he meets his true mate through an arranged marriage. But his mate, Sapphira, already has a child. Will this draw them apart or closer? Will he be able to hide his secret any longer? Will his curse ever be broken?

On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was not a big deal for a billionaire like him. He had a lot more than that. Wealth, power, the respect he had all of them but lacked the most important thing that couldn't be bought with money. He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to You for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab."

Alpha Marcus, cursed with immortality for rejecting his first love, has ruled the Bloodstone Pack with an iron fist for centuries. Cold and heartless, he believes love is beyond his reach until he meets Clara, a seemingly ordinary human with a lineage that holds the key to breaking his curse. As they draw closer, antiquated adversaries develop, constraining them to stand up to their most profound fears and wants. Will Clara's hidden strength be enough to save them both, or will Marcus's curse doom them forever?

Born as an omega, Aisla never expected to draw the attention of one Alpha, let alone three. The triplet heirs of Silvercrest Pack are powerful, dangerous, and bound by a prophecy that ties their fate to hers. But when the Moon Goddess marks Aisla as the mate of all three brothers, the pack is thrown into chaos. Love turns to rivalry, loyalty clashes with desire, and the ancient laws demand a sacrifice. Between passion, power, and destiny, Aisla must decide whether to follow her heart or fulfil the prophecy that could destroy them all.

"Mommy, can you give daddy a second chance?" Jasper asked sadly, Leah sign as she looked at the fearsome president looking at her with sad puppy dog eyes. Leah's marriage breaks down, and she keeps her son's paternity a secret. But when her son needs medical treatment, secrets unravel, and Axel, her ex-husband, discovers the truth. He must decide if he will fight for his family and if Leah will give him a second chance.

My grandmother only knows how to draw one thing—infants. They're ugly, but people line up to buy the paintings. I watch as she takes those women into unlit rooms. Then, their bloodcurdling screams will ring out. Oddly enough, they always thank my grandmother when they're leaving. One day, I finally find out what exactly my grandmother paints. I discover the truth when I see an infant crawl out of one of the women's bellies—it looks just like the one my grandmother has painted.

Claire Aniston had been in love with Calvin Bennett for a decade. In all that time, he had blown hot and cold, but she never minded. She was certain that someday, he would see how much she truly cared. That faith shattered on the night of their engagement party. Claire found him wrapped up with Iris Aniston. "Once I marry Claire and get control of the shares, I'll divorce her and marry you," she heard him tell Iris. So that was the truth. He wasn't just guarded—he didn't love her at all. Worse, he had been using her from the start. With cold resolve, Claire went straight to the head of the Bennett family. "Grandpa George, I've made up my mind. Calvin doesn't love me, and I won't force him into this. I'm not going to marry him." The old man was shocked. "But…you've loved him all these years. Did he do something wrong? Don't worry, you will always be the one I want for my grandson." "Grandpa George, the wedding date doesn't need to change. I will still marry into the Bennett family—but I'm choosing a different groom. "On the day of the wedding, seven days from now, I will draw lots among all the eligible male heirs of the Bennett family. Whoever is chosen will become my husband." After all, things couldn't possibly get any worse.