Shirley Library

Depois que minha irmã morreu, assinei um contrato de casamento de cinco anos com o marido mafioso dela, Horton Falcone. Me tornei madrasta do meu sobrinho de cinco anos, Luca. No meu aniversário, usei o colar de cruz de diamantes da minha falecida irmã, sem perceber o que era. No jantar de família, Luca veio até mim com uma taça de vinho tinto e jogou o vinho no meu rosto. O vinho tinto escorreu pelas minhas bochechas, seu cheiro forte ardendo nos meus olhos e manchando meu vestido branco. Ele inclinou a cabeça para trás para me olhar, seus olhos tão frios e cruéis quanto os do pai. — Não pense que pode substituir minha mãe só porque se casou com a família Falcone — ele disse com um sorriso malicioso. — Você é a razão dela estar morta. Eu queria que você tivesse morrido. Assim eu poderia destruir sua lápide em vez de comemorar esse aniversário estúpido. Eu juro, quando eu crescer, a primeira coisa que vou fazer é te jogar no Rio Hudson eu mesmo! A memória ardia tão intensamente quanto o vinho, e tudo o que eu conseguia sentir era desespero. Encarei a criança que passei cinco anos criando como se fosse minha, uma dor aguda pulsando no meu peito. Eu tinha pensado que poderia me dedicar à família Falcone, que poderia conquistá-lo com meu amor. Mas agora, eu estava simplesmente exausta de tudo isso. Era uma família sem amor, uma criança que me via como sua inimiga mortal. Parei de me iludir. Era hora de deixar para lá. Mas depois que fui embora, aquele pai e filho arrogantes voltaram rastejando até mim como cachorros castigados, implorando pelo meu perdão.

The ninety-ninth time my Alpha mate blocked our mind-link, I was in the final stages of Wolf Spirit Decay. I dragged my broken body into the Council Hall. The cold marble steps grated against the soles of my feet, and with every step, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "I am here to petition to leave the pack." The council official studied my pale, thin form with a pitying gaze and asked softly, "Are you certain, Miss? You would be giving up the pack's protection." Since childhood, my wolf has been unstable, making me frail. Ever since my father brought home my adopted sister, Lydia, when I was ten, my parents have treated me like a disgrace to the family. Despite being his marked mate for years, Caleb never promised me a Luna ceremony. He rarely even took me to pack gatherings. As a result, hardly anyone in the pack knew who I was. "It doesn't matter," I said, my voice calm despite the effort. "I will be dead in three days."

On her birthday and mating ceremony, Shirley's life takes a tragic turn when her parents and fellow pack members fall victim to a merciless attack by unknown assailants. Captured and sold in a clandestine dark auction, she becomes the property of the formidable Alpha, Adolphus Quin. At first, Adolphus sees her as nothing more than a submissive slave, but as the nights pass, an unexpected transformation takes place within him. His icy demeanor begins to thaw, and he discovers an inexplicable weakness for Shirley, an emotion he thought himself incapable of and undeniably his paradox. How deep has Shirley dug into Adolphus's heart and how far has Adolphus fallen for Shirley?

Synopsis Something strange was happening in the werewolf kingdom. The humans finally knew the werewolves weakness. The wolves are forced to leave their home or face death. Will they be able to leave their home or will they be caught? Find out in this story. Except from story. "She is beautiful..." "yes, she is." "Fredrick, let's call her Isla." "Is that what you want to name her? You know that as long as you are happy, I'm happy too." "Yes. Her name will be princess Isla."

Seven years I spent with Jason Shaw, but I never got a ring. Rather, all I received was an invitation to another person's wedding. That day, as a wedding planner, I was at the rehearsal, making last-minute adjustments. Looking up, I saw the man whom I waited every day to reply to my messages, walking down the aisle, arm in arm with another bride. "Her boyfriend had something urgent come up, so I'm filling in for him," he said, standing straight, his tone light, a small smile on his lips. But his eyes couldn't hide the hurt, like a child who lost his favorite toy. As if that wasn't enough, he told me to hand over my wedding plan. He patted me on the shoulder, saying sincerely, "There's no rush for us. We've got plenty of time. I promise I'll give you an even better wedding. Just help me out this time. It's not like I'm not going to marry you." He didn't know that I had revised the wedding plan hundreds of times, even counted and recounted the bouquets seven times. To me, it wasn't mere work—it was a dream I held for five long years. I didn't argue anymore, just quietly stepped aside. Later, I lay alone in a hospital bed, listening to the rain tapping against the window from outside. I counted each drop as the hours slipped through my fingers. Perhaps those who worked so hard to create happiness for others had lost the right to their own happiness.

A conspiracy by her best friend led to Shirley losing her first time to a strange man. The once-sweet relationship was ruthlessly destroyed by her boyfriend. "Since you are carrying my child, let's get married. It just happens that I don't love you, and you don't love me either," Mr. Billionaire said heartlessly. He threw a contract on the table, saying, "We are just contract spouses." They got secretly married. None of their colleagues knew that Shirley was the wife of their CEO, and they envied why Mr. Billionaire treated this little assistant so specially. Just as Shirley was about to relax, she unexpectedly found out that the man who signed the contract completely ignored her resistance and declared to the whole world that she belonged to him. "What are you trying to do?" "My dear wife, I love you! Let's have another child."

I was six months pregnant when my husband's childhood sweetheart showed up on Christmas Eve, pregnant too, demanding her place in his life. Smiling, I welcomed her in. "Come on in. Make yourself at home." In my previous life, I had forced my husband to kick Shirley out. She collapsed from low blood sugar and froze to death that very Christmas Eve. Matthew did not hold it against me. On the contrary, he softened, stayed by my side and took care of me while I waited to give birth. However, when the baby came, despite being an obstetrician himself, Matthew sent our healthy newborn son straight to the morgue. I begged him desperately, but his face was twisted with hatred. "If you hadn't been so petty and dramatic, Shirley wouldn't have died along with her baby!" "You're heartbroken over your son? Then go freeze to death too. Pay for Shirley’s life with your own life." Just like that, I opened my eyes again, back to the moment Shirley arrived on Christmas Eve.

After my rebirth, the very first thing I did was ride from one blood donation van to another, giving blood until I nearly collapsed. Why? Because in my previous life, my fiancé's newly hired intern, Shirley Lynch, had bound herself to a blood-exchange system. Every milliliter she donated was siphoned directly from my own veins. In just a month, she transformed from an ordinary college girl into the nation's beloved Blood Angel, showered with fame and fortune, while I, suffering from severe anemia, was fired from the hospital for being unable to work. When I exposed her scheme to my fiancé, he looked at me with disgust and broke off our engagement. "You're selfish and cowardly," he sneered. "You refuse to donate your rare blood type, and now you slander Shirley? You call yourself a doctor, yet you believe in such ridiculous nonsense!" From then on, every time Shirley donated blood, I would suffer heart palpitations, dizziness, and sometimes collapse outright. I begged the doctors in my department for help, but my fiancé blocked every attempt, accusing me of jealousy and wasting medical resources. In the end, to steal my promotion ahead of schedule, Shirley donated a full 1000 milliliters of blood live on television. As her blood drained, so did mine. I went into shock and died. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Shirley first claimed she carried my rare blood type.

After getting stood up by her fiancé who was busy marrying her best friend, Shirley Anderson got into a car accident and woke up in the hospital beside her mother. While browsing through her mother's phone, she stumbled on a post on her page that showed her fiancé getting married to her best friend. After much digging, Shirley discovers she was adopted and that her best friend is actually her parents' biological daughter. She storms out of the hospital and runs into a mysterious man who turns out to be the driver of her savior, the man who rushed her to the hospital after the accidents. When faced with a chance to get revenge on everyone who has wronged her, Shirley has a big decision to make? Is she ready to be married to the mafia boss, Jackson Storm even if it's a temporary agreement?

If I can't have you... no one else will. Elsa never saw Derek as anything more than her best friend, who was loyal, harmless, and always there. But it took another woman to love him, to see the hunger in his eyes, the madness in his heart... and now Elsa finally sees him too. But it's too late. Derek belongs to someone else now. Or at least, he tries to... Now, Elsa will stop at nothing to make him hers. She'll destroy anyone who stands in her way, even the woman he loves. What she doesn't know is that Derek is far more dangerous than she ever imagined. And the obsession he has buried for years is no longer under control. If anyone tries to take Elsa from him... he won't just hurt them. He'll ruin them.