Sinopsis Silent Hill

In the depths of the MoonRiver Forest, where wolves rule beneath the pale light of the goddess, one name strikes fear into every heart—Alpha Draven, the Beast of the Silver Vale. Ruthless. Beautiful. Cursed. His power is unmatched, his heart forever frozen. When the Moon Goddess binds him to Lillieth, a fragile and bullied omega from the lowest ranks of the pack, the bond feels like a cruel joke. The pack laughs. Draven rages. And Lillieth’s life becomes a waking nightmare. She is mocked, beaten, and shunned—her wolf silent, her hope fading. Every day is another test of how much she can endure before she breaks. Yet beneath her suffering, something ancient stirs—a forgotten Luna’s bloodline, a power older than the moon itself. When blood is spilled and secrets rise, Lillieth will discover that even a broken Luna can burn kingdoms to the ground… and that sometimes the monster destined to destroy you is the only one who can set you free.

Lyla Moreau never was the good girl. When her elder sister, Elowen, had fulfilled all her hopes, Lyla dances all night, wild and wanton. The one night with a stranger was meant to be meaningless and until he marked her. The following morning, she learned the truth: the man, who she had spent night with was Kieran Vale, the rogue alpha, and the mate of Elowen. With a sign of a name he did not know he had left, Lyla remained silent, concealing the secret which would ruin all. However, when she discovers that she is pregnant, it is not possible to hold the truth. Still, between the pregnancy of her sister, the keen sight of the sister of Kieran and a family secret which might break the ties of love to pieces, Lyla has to decide whether she should love, be loyal and survive. Each decision has a price- and not all sacrifices are as heart-rending as she could have ever thought. In a mate-filled, betrayal-filled world, who will she lose, and whose side will she take in the fight?

My husband's beloved lover suffered from menstruation complications. A traveling doctor claimed that a fresh placenta was needed to cure her. His gaze fixated on my seven-months-pregnant baby bump. And thus, I was pinned down on the bed as they ripped the placenta from my body. My son was carelessly tossed aside. He didn't even get the chance to cry before his tiny body fell silent forever. My husband pinched his nose in disgust, frowning as he looked at me—bleeding out, feebly reaching for my child. “It’s just a premature baby. He'll be fine after a few days of care. Why are you making such a fuss? Sandra is waiting for her medicine." He left and locked the door behind him without looking back. He claimed it was a lesson I needed to learn. By the time he finally remembered us, my son and I had long since bled dry, our bodies cold and stiff.

Looking into the eyes of the brilliant Gregory Green, the world around her disappeared. The grin on his face grew wider as he watched a star struck Willow, gaze deeply into his eyes. Picking up her hand in front of all in the room he shouts ," she is mine! The room was silent and Willow snapped out of her hypnotic trance,looking at the ring on her finger, she tried to tug it off. To her surprise it felt as if it was getting tighter. Gregory watched her struggle,his laugh echoed in the room as he slowly leaned in. Willow stepped back,assuming he was diving in for a kiss. Pulling her into him,his hot breath tickled her ears as he whispered," this is no ordinary ring,babygirl. you are mine forever!" She shook her head , a clear indication of her saying no but the guests at the diner started to applaud. No one dared go against Gregory Green,the richest man in the city. No one dared! Until he forcefully wedded Willow Winter, a waitress in a little diner! A mischievous Willow sets alight to his life,until he claims her heart!

In the tenth year after I had married in his place, my brother, Thayer Ashford, suddenly returned. The whole family fell silent as they looked at him. He yawned as he spoke with careless ease, “I traveled through thirteen countries. I’m exhausted. “Where’s Seraphina? She should be in primary school by now, right? Why hasn’t she come to see me?” Seraphina was Thayer’s daughter. Back then, Thayer had abruptly announced he had a child. Yet on the very day of his wedding, he staged his own death, leaving behind Seraphina and his fiancée, Isolde Fairchild. The Fairchilds belonged to the old-money elite of the city. My parents did not dare offend them, so they decided to package me—fresh out of graduation—and send me to the wedding in Thayer’s place. Over these ten years, I became a competent husband and a responsible father. As my parents watched Thayer’s brazen composure, their gazes shifted toward me. I gave them a faint smile. “Sera went to Novaforge with Isolde.”

Zoya Agrawal is a coy, silent, innocent girl who abides by her parent's rule and shakes her head to their will. Renzo Matteo De Luca is the head of the most feared Italian Mafia. --------------------------------------- "Don't give bloody excuses" I was barking at the man who was indebted to me. "You were supposed to pay me back before two months". "Please forgive me Matteo, I will try to pay you back within a month" he pleads. There is a soft knock on the door,he looks back at me, I give him permission and sat back on the chair. " Dad i have to discuss something with you,its really important " I heard a beautiful voice say.I turned the chair to look the owner of the voice and I felt the air being knocked out of me. "You dont have to pay me back instead I want to marry your daughter" I say after he returns. He looks at me for a second and slowly nods his head. Who knew my journey to India would turn like this????

In the Lycan world, power is measured by claws. In the human world, it’s measured by wealth. Elara Vance was a defect — a wolf who couldn’t shift. When her fated mate, Alpha Julian Blackwood, publicly rejected her for a political alliance, he didn’t just break her heart… he left her to die in the Wastelands. Five years later, Julian is the CEO of Blackwood Global, the world’s most powerful tech empire. He thinks he’s haunted by a ghost. He doesn’t realize that the mysterious hacker dismantling his empire piece by piece… is the mate he discarded. Elara has returned. But she isn’t seeking an apology. She carries a secret: she was never wolf-less. She is the first of the Silent breed — a rare Lycan who can influence Alphas’ minds without making a sound. When Julian finally corners the elusive “V,” he expects a corporate spy. Instead, he finds the woman who still smells like his soul… and holds the detonator to his entire life. Revenge has a frequency. And Elara controls

If hurting me was her aim she surely succeeded. She laughed thrilling at my silent anger. She knows I can do nothing even if I want to. I don't have a wolf and she knows it as she showed me her vicious claws. "Stand up," she ordered. Abandoning my food I scrambled up to my feet. "Very unattractive, I wonder how Krist thinks you are suitable for this job." She eyed me with disdain. I watched her pull out a blood dagger and handed it to me. Bewildered I took it. My eyes shooting a million questions at her. "Participating in the Bride Selection is just a tip in the ice," Amanda laughs enjoying my distress. "What matters is that you must kill the Alpha King Damien as soon as he marks you as his bride." I let the blood dagger fall to the ground in shock. They are sending me to kill the Alpha King Damien. Her words and her laughter rang through my thoughts. "...Kill the Alpha King Damien."

On the day my sight returned, our family doctor, Anna Leone, stood right in front of me and mouthed to my husband, Don Marco Vitale, "Double the lubricant tonight. I promise it'll send you straight to heaven, my Don." Marco pressed a gentle kiss to my eyes. Then he turned away and replied with the same silent lip movements, "You little tease. That mouth of yours—and the one below—I'm crazy about them both." The two of them exchanged a knowing smile, convinced their secret was flawless. What they didn't know was that not only had my vision fully recovered—I was also fluent in lip-reading. My gaze drifted to the bottle of lubricant sitting brazenly in the wall cabinet. I said nothing. Instead, I quietly sent a single text message: [Papa, I've decided to come home.] In three days, I would vanish completely. All I would leave behind for them would be the hollowed-out fortune of billions—and that bottle of "lubricant" I had replaced with high-strength industrial superglue.

Two decades earlier, the realms of the Four Courts waged war against the covens of witches. Neither side would yield, though both were bleeding themselves dry in a war that spanned five brutal years. The Courts relied on their noble bloodlines, the witches on their wild and ancient spells. Each skirmish ended in ash, with neither enemy capable of breaking the other. Then a sorcerer from the Courts revealed a weapon: an octagonal crystal forged from eight different stones, each carved from the essence of a court. On the battlefield, before witches or nobles could comprehend what was happening, the crystal ignited. A blinding eruption of light burst forth, eight rays fusing into one unbearable brilliance. It was not merely sight that was torn away in that flash — but power, essence, and soul. Both Courts and witches alike fell, drained of the magic that had defined them. When the light faded, the battlefield lay silent under a sky of glittering dust. The enchantments were gone. The witches’ spellcraft, the courts’ line-born sorcery — extinguished forever. Neither side had won. Both had lost. And magic never returned.