Silk White Lilies

I'm undressed and bound to a testing table when my family comes to pick me up. A thick, sharp needle pierces into my neck. A drug is administered into my blood, and the pain almost makes me lose consciousness. Behind me, I can feel a man's cold hands stroking my skin amorously. Before me, several people are staring at me. They point at me and treat me like an educational instrument. I tremble in fear and curl up on the testing table in pain. Three years ago, my brother sent me to Mykorra's war zone to stand up for Yvette Sanders. Those were the three most insulting and torturous years of my life. They burned away my hope for kinship but not my desire for survival. As the hands roam lower on my body, I bite my lip so hard that I almost draw blood. As the hands start to go overboard, someone knocks on the door. "Wendy Sanders, your brother is here for you."

I was setting up a weekend shopping list on the tablet my husband had just replaced for our home system. A notification popped up. He had forgotten to log out of a shared, encrypted family calendar— one I didn’t recognize. There was only one unfamiliar profile photo. I tapped it. A list titled “My Little Princess – Personal Notes” filled the screen. My Little Princess doesn’t drink alcohol—only mineral water or herbal tea. No late nights. She needs absolute quiet to sleep. She gets anxious easily—keep fresh white lilies in the house and her favorite vanilla chocolates on hand. I scrolled slowly, my expression unreadable. The final entry was bolded. Highlighted. “Next Wednesday: take my Little Princess to choose her wedding crown.” I closed the screen. Then I picked up my phone and called my husband. “Love,” I said gently. “Does your Little Princess prefer a classic European bridal crown… or something more traditional? I thought I could help you choose.”

Scarlett was supposed to walk down the aisle in white silk, glowing with love and a secret growing inside her. Instead, she walked out of a hospital with shaking hands, a shattered heartbeat, and a womb that would never feel the flutter she had been so excited to announce. Her fairytale didn’t just crack. It detonated. On the same day she should have become a wife, she became a woman drowning in betrayal—betrayal delivered by the very man who had once fixed her broken-down car and promised her a forever. While the world demanded answers from Daniel Cross, the perfect fiancé on camera, Scarlett hid in a borrowed guest room, wearing a stranger’s dress and a grief no one could soothe. But heartbreak has a way of sharpening bones.

The afternoon my critical condition notice was issued, Silas Stenson popped a bottle of champagne in the lab. On social media, a photo showed him and Wynter Keller standing side by side in the golden sunset, their white coats bathed in light. The caption read only one line—'Ten years—it finally worked.' Everyone said he was devoted, that he'd spent ten sleepless years trying to save me. When the nurse, her eyes red, showed it to me on her phone, I was staring at the wavering lines on the monitor. No one knew that the drug had already been perfected a year ago. And I was the only candidate who wasn't allowed to receive it.

The Moon Goddess was worshiped by werewolves. Many years ago, werewolves were just ordinary wolves who were said to be the protectors of the human race. Until one wolf stood up and pleaded with Terra, the mother nature, and the moon goddess to gave them the ability to transform into humans. Their wishes were granted, and werewolves were born. Selene, the Moon Goddess, loves going down into the earth. Along with her moon chariot, driving across the heavens in the night sky. She sits down and dresses as if she were a human, with pale skin and a white silk gown and robe. She is depicted as the goddess who brings romance in the moonlight night. But everything had changed when she saw a werewolf while she's riding in her moon chariot. Sleeping beneath the Sacred Falls, the one she always called home. Alpha Endymion, the werewolf she fell in love with, the dangerous Alpha King of Arcadia. The moon's illicit romance that blooms beneath the Sacred Falls, as the moon deity rises out of a faraway land, speaking for her own heart.

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On the day Louisa discovered that her boyfriend had cheated on her with another girl, a red diamond worth one million reais was placed into Louisa's coat without her knowledge. Before she knew what had happened to her, she and her roommate, Bernard, were kidnapped by a mafia leader, Ace. After the red diamond goes stolen, Louisa becomes caught in the crossfire between mafias. In the midst of the mayhem while searching for the red diamond, Louisa begins to develop feelings for Ace, something she did not anticipate to happen, but those sentiments were not reciprocated by Ace. On the one hand, she works hard for her love, while on the other, she assists him in finding the red stone. Will the mafia leader, Ace, abandon her after the stone is found? Will Louisa get heartbroken again by the newfound love? 

Fauz Zlan, Alpha of the Pacesetters Pack, was forced into a political union with Nora Brooks. His parents claimed she was his fated mate, but he'd never met her, and saw it as a strategic alliance. Complications arose when he discovered Nora was seeing Alpha Pitman, leader of the rival Dreamers Pack. The two packs were mortal enemies. During the mating ceremony, Alpha Fauz realized that Nora was truly his fated mate. He laid claims on her and marked her in rage not love, igniting a union built on suspicion, and dangerous misunderstandings. Can their fated bond overcome the weight of politics, rivalry, and a manipulative she-wolf who would stop at nothing until she get what she wanted?

When Nyelle’s father betrays the Alpha King, Killian, she becomes the pawn in a ruthless game of vengeance. Kidnapped and humiliated, Nyelle is forced into Killian’s world, where his cold cruelty clashes with the restless hunger of his wolf. Bound to share his chambers, she endures torment, isolation, and the weight of a secret curse that shackles her wolf. But fate weaves danger and tenderness together. In stolen glances, protective gestures, and fragile trust, Nyelle begins to see a man beneath the armor of the Alpha King. Their bond deepens in moments of survival, shared laughter, and quiet intimacy—until betrayal and blood threaten to tear everything apart. When Nyelle’s wolf finally awakens, it’s in a storm of violence and desperation that costs Killian’s brother his life—and Nyelle her place at Killian’s side. Convinced she deceived him, Killian casts her back into her father’s cruel grasp, only to discover too late that she carried his child. Shattered by guilt and love, he wages war to reclaim her. The truth unravels in blood: a curse conspired by her father and his brother kept Killian blind to their true mate bond. But even with the curse revealed, scars remain—Nyelle’s trust is fragile, and Killian must fight harder than any battle to win her heart again. Through heartbreak, betrayal, and redemption, their love is forged in fire. And when the final threat rises, they face it not as enemies or strangers, but as true mates and equals. United at last, Killian and Nyelle rise as Alpha King and Queen, their bond unbreakable, their legacy secured.