Sixteen Candles

As my murderer's claws tear into my abdomen inch by inch, my father and brother are seated in our family's banquet hall. They're celebrating Carly's 18th birthday and coming-of-age. "You'll always be my little girl." "Happy birthday, Carly." They light 18 pink candles for her. On top of the exquisite red velvet cake is a wolf figurine that they carved for her, and there are well wishes and laughter all around. Meanwhile, I'm curled up in a sewer filled with liquid silver as I bleed to death. My phone has been crushed, and I can't get out. I can only cry for help. A few days later, my father and brother show up together at the autopsy room. My brother stands by the operating table with a scalpel. He slices open the body and sews it back up like it's nothing. My father just covers his nose as he shoots a disgusted glance at my body. He urges my brother to hurry up with the autopsy report. "The victim is a young female wolf presumed to be of pure lineage. Before her death, she was subjected to prolonged captivity and torture. Her throat is nearly severed, her cervical spine is dislocated, and her chest cavity has collapsed. She was also injected with liquid silver before death." Hearing the report, my father looks so calm that it's just like a case study of no consequence. Neither of them can recognize that the body belongs to me—their daughter and sister!

Xavier, the king of all Alphas, has been searching for his mate for nearly a decade and is about to turn thirty, but mates are expected to be found at the age of sixteen in the typical werewolf realm. Every year, balls are organized in various packs to find his mate, but all prove useless, causing him to lose hope and wonder if the Moon goddess ever gave him one. Alyssa, an innocent girl who will turn 16 in a few days, is concerned about leaving her grandmother when she meets her soulmate. Her grandmother is the only family member she has ever known, even though they are not related by blood. What will happen when she discovers that the ruler of all Alphas is her mate and that he is far too mature to be her uncle or brother? Will she accept or reject the bond between them? And also, will she be able to hold her ground, or will she crumble as secrets about her identity begin to surface?

Before our wedding, my fiancé, Carlo Vitale—the youngest Don on the East Coast—held a church ceremony with my stepsister. He said, "According to Mafia rules, only the woman who completes the wedding ceremony with me and receives the blessing of all the family is my true wife. "So even if your sister Elena is carrying my child, she's nothing more than a mistress." After the priest's blessing, they exchanged rings. I stood outside the church, watching through a curtain of rain as he kissed another woman. My face was white. I had loved Carlo for twelve years, from the ages of sixteen to twenty-eight. However, he had only ever had my stepsister, Sophia, not me, in his heart. I chose to let him go. Later, I left for Europe. All I left Carlo was a notice of our broken engagement and a parting gift. For some reason, the man who had always treated me with indifference seemed to have aged ten years overnight.

into the dangerously sensual world of the genetically altered Breeds--and the humans who fill them with insatiable desire... He always knew he would betray her... Anya Kobrin was only sixteen when she first came to Del-Rey Delgado--the genetically altered rebel known as the Coyote Ghost. For six years they plotted to free a group of Coyote women kept in Anya's father's lab. As Anya matured into a woman, she and Del-Rey grew close...but on the day of the ambush, he broke his promise and shot her father. Filled with rage over the betrayal, Anya discovers an even stronger emotion is consuming her mind and body--the animalistic desire known as mating heat. Though Del-Rey feels it with the same intensity, Anya questions whether she can forgive him or trust him again. As they stealthily maneuver to bring the freed Breeds to safety, one question reigns supreme: Can Anya and Del-Rey survive their own heat?

Carina Dawson is a very hardworking beautiful Burnett from a humble but broke family. She struggles hard to make ends meet for her family after dropping out of school at the age of sixteen due to a bad circumstance. Her life was going a little well even though they don't have enough. That was until he came into her life. Or she made him come in. Drake Sunders is the most recognized and most famous young business tycoon in the whole of America. He's fearless and has his own gang with a lot of rivals and enemies. He's cold hearted and rude too. What happens when poor pretty Carina makes a silly mistake and is not forgiven? Drake grows interested in her and refuses to let go no matter what she does to get away. Her life changes and a deep truth is revealed. . Don't miss out on this intriguing story. Keep reading to find out more. . .

On my sweet sixteen, my three brothers came home with a girl named Sylvie. They said I have to treat her like my family. I didn’t think much would change. But years later, everything did. Jace, my youngest brother, shoved me down the stairs for her. Asher—the oldest, who once promised he'd protect me forever—told me to get out. So I left. Quietly. They thought I was just acting out. So they took Sylvie to France, didn't even bothering to check in What they didn’t know was that I’d signed my name on a contract—one that aligned me with our family’s biggest rival by becoming their youngest chemist. Written in black and white, I could never go home again. The night they found out I was really gone for good? They broke. Every last one of them.

"stay away from him. He's dangerous" What happens when a simple crush turns into a deep feeling. Isabella Austin, a sixteen years old teenager has harbored feeling for her brother's best friend, Quincy Grey, since she was young. initially dismissing her infatuation as a simple crush, Isabella soon realized her feelings for Quincy had deepened over time. However, her blossoming emotions were complicated by brother's warning about Quincy reputation as a playboy. Quincy is an eighteen years old, his parents died in a car accident when he was twelve but he felt it wasn't an accident. His parents left all their wealth and inheritance for him but controlled by his Aunt. Quincy hides his emotions perfectly well. What happens when he finds out about his best friend's sister's feelings for him become a beginning of another game to play.

She had her whole junior year mapped out. Volleyball. Late nights with her friends. Maybe telling her brother's best friend the thing she's been not-saying for two years. Then her left leg started hurting and a Tuesday trip to the ER rewrote everything. Sloane Deshazo, sixteen, has spent her whole life being easy to love. No drama, no needs, no complications. Ewing Sarcoma, stage 2, doesn't care about any of that. And neither, it turns out, does Chandler Pavelka, who keeps showing up without being asked, in yesterday's jeans and an inside-out hoodie, like staying is the most obvious thing in the world. Sloane knows how to fight. She's learning, slower, how to let someone stay. But remission isn't guaranteed, and some days the scariest thing isn't the diagnosis. It's wanting something this much.

Estelle grew up being surrounded by werewolves. The Alpha and the future Alpha always considered her as being one of the wolf despite not being part of the pack. She was a human. However, her reflexes were much faster than any human's, as well as her senses. Sometimes, she is considered as a wolf because her resistance was equal to some of them. Werewolves have mates, the women who are capable of taming those beast. It is assured that when a wolf turn sixteen, they can percieved the essence of their mate and there were no exception to the rule. Estelle didn't know if it was her idea or her hallucination but ever since she was a child, she already know who her mate is. The problem? He's a and she's a human. That would be impossible. The other problem? That guy is her best friend. The biggest problem? He already swore to know his mate and it is not Estelle.

My adopted daughter, Phoebe Marsh, possessed an evil ability. Whenever she got hurt, the pain would also be inflicted directly on my biological daughter, Maisie Shaw. She deliberately hurt herself, covering her body with wounds and bruises. Then, she would turn around with cold eyes, watching Maisie writhe on the floor in agony until she passed out from the pain. With no medical solution available, I broke down and held Maisie close, begging my husband, Brandon Shaw, to send Phoebe away. However, he would erupt in fury. "It's obviously Maisie who's been faking illness for attention, and you're making up this ridiculous story to get rid of Phoebe. She's just a fragile, helpless child. How can you be so vicious?" After that, Phoebe escalated her self-harm even more viciously. Meanwhile, Maisie spent every day curled up in the corner of her bed, refusing to let anyone touch her. On Maisie's birthday, Phoebe threw herself from the fifth floor. Just as Maisie was blowing out her candles and making a wish, she suddenly began bleeding from all her facial orifices, and she died instantly. Yet, Phoebe only suffered minor scrapes. I died from overwhelming grief shortly after. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to Phoebe's first day in our home. Maisie was playing with her Legos when she suddenly clutched her ankle and started crying. This time, I grabbed the broom from behind the door and swung it toward Maisie, shouting, "I'll beat you up for faking illness and seeking attention!"