Sharp Nails Palace

Clarissa has spent seven years being humiliated, slapped, cheated on, and spoken to like she’s disposable—but the moment she walks in on her husband and his mistress mocking her existence, something inside her finally snaps. What rises in that quiet, beaten-down woman isn’t fear anymore—it’s anger sharp enough to gut an empire. By the time Nicho realizes the wife he thought he owned is about to destroy everything he built, it’s already too damn late. Why don't you read on and see the uprising of Clarissa Monroe...

Ravenlake Academy is known for training the future Alphas of the strongest packs. It’s brutal, elite, and boys-only. No girl has ever stepped inside its cold, iron-gated walls. Until now. No one suspects that the newest recruit with a sharp tongue and faster fists is not a boy at all, but a runaway Alpha princess, hiding from an arranged marriage with the Rogue King. Disguised behind her dead brother’s name, she just wants to stay hidden. But what happens when she draws the dangerous attention of two rival Alphas, and sworn enemies fated to her blood?

She ran to survive. Now she’s back—for her son. For a year, Zoey lived in hiding, raising her son in silence while the pack believed she was dead. She had escaped the palace, her marriage and from her ruthless husband Alpha Lyon who forced her to be his perfect Luna—but never his love. But when her child falls dangerously ill under a curse , she returns to the very place that broke her—only to find out that Lyon had remarried . Now she has stay with Lyon to save her son’s life but she has no plan of rekindling their love , What happens when Zoey s forced to stay with the man that made their marriage unbearable ? Alpha Lyon had remarried , Does that mean he now has two Lunas or he has to choose one ? Can they be a second chance for their Love?

One night is all it takes to burn her world to ash. Dragged from the ruins of her family’s estate, Serenya Vale is thrust into the heart of a palace that thrives on whispers, beauty, and blood. At its center sits Prince Kael Dravaryn — dangerous, breathtaking, and the very man everyone swears is her captor… and her only protector. Surrounded by wolves in silk, Serenya is given a choice: obey the Prince and survive the court’s games, or defy him and be devoured by those with sharper teeth. But survival becomes far more complicated when a mysterious knight begins crossing her path — his gaze lingering too long, his presence unsettling the careful balance Kael keeps around her. In a court where a smile can be a blade and a kiss can start a war, every step Serenya takes binds her tighter to two men… and to a fate she never asked for.

"Dante" His breezy baritone swept across the carriage sending me to a jolt. "The name's Dante" He added as if to reassure me. I was on my way to an unknown Pack, it's funny how I was a Princess in my father's Palace in Arazona one day and the next, I'm being sold off to a beastial pack as a bride. I knew my place, surely, I was naive but not stupid. My life and death depended on him from the day of that horrible wedding, the moment we set off in the carriage my life was sealed with his, and the moment he looked into my eyes with the untamed, fiery and strong gaze, I feared I would lose my sanity and heart too. My heart was the border line, anything but my heart could be taken from me, I suddenly have the urge to tame him, My Alpha.

I went to sleep a nobody. I woke up a Queen. One night I was just a broke, exhausted college girl. The next, I opened my eyes in silk sheets, with strangers bowing and calling me Luna Queen. The face in the mirror is mine. The body is mine. But the life isn’t. The bruises on my wrists tell a story I don’t remember, and the King I’m bound to doesn’t love me—he loathes me. They whisper that his mistress rules the palace. They say the Queen was weak. Silent. Broken. But that was before me. Now I must survive a palace that wants me dead, a King whose touch burns as much as it scars, and a kingdom waiting for me to fail. The old Luna Queen bowed to cruelty. I am not her. And if this King thinks I’ll kneel, he’s about to learn what a true Queen is made of.

Princess Elara Windsor never wanted the throne, just one night of freedom before her sister forces her back to royal duty. But her last wild night ends in the arms of a tattooed stranger whose touch ruins her…and sets her fate. No names. No promises. No consequences. Until the next morning, when Elara returns home…and discovers the man she slept with is Prince Damon Valen, the man her sister is destined to marry and the future king of two kingdoms. Worse: Elara is carrying his child. Bound by law, trapped by bloodlines, and hunted by those who would kill the unborn heir, Elara is forced into a deadly game of power, lies, and forbidden longing. In a palace fueled by betrayal, where her sister becomes queen and her lover becomes her enemy, Elara must choose: Expose the truth and destroy a kingdom… or protect the man she can never have.

"I'll make sure that you suffer in the palace until my sister recovers. I'll avenge for her, and, keep praying to the moon goddess that she doesn't die." ********** Hazel shot an arrow at the Alpha princess unintentionally, and ended up in the dungeon. The young Alpha king Onyx swore to make sure she suffers because of that, but then, it happened that Hazel is his mate. Will he go ahead and make Hazel his Luna after he had promised to avenge for his sister and hates her so much? He will lose the throne if he isn't married to his mate, but then Hazel is wolf less and couldn't shift on her eighteenth birthday which he hates more about her. What will Alpha Onyx do in order not to lose his throne. Marry his wolf less mate, or end up losing the throne?

Amara Voss doesn’t just kill, she survives. Viktor Dragovic doesn’t just rule, he dominates. Neither of them gives a damn about love, but when their worlds collide, sparks fly, and the chaos gets personal. Her blade is sharp, his heart is ice, and together they’re a ticking time bomb.   But the past has a way of screwing things up. Blood-soaked secrets and betrayals refuse to stay buried, dragging them into a mess that could tear them apart. Yet every crimson kiss pulls them deeper into a passion they can’t escape, no matter how dangerous it gets.  

I broke up with love. Swore I’d never fall again. Then my boss, Xander Blackwell, walked in with his sharp suits, colder eyes, and the kind of mouth that ruins all rules. We agreed: no feelings, just touch. Just heat. Just bodies. But somewhere between late-night calls and stolen glances, the line we drew started to blur. He says I’m just his assistant. But when he whispers "mine" it doesn’t feel like a lie. This wasn’t supposed to mean anything. So why does it feel like everything?