Slow Burn Glass

“I… Logan Adrian Westwood, reject you, Amber Selina Walton as my mate and my Luna." I gasped as the excruciating pain ripped through my heart. I clutched my chest, feeling the pain burn my heart. I've heard of rejection, but I didn't know it hurts like hell, it's fucking painful especially from someone you love. It's tearing my heart apart. My wolf whimpered in pain. “Please don't do this, Logan. We have been together for more than one year. We are meant to be, Logan, that's why Selene chose me as your mate," my voice cracked as tears rushed down my cheeks. “I know we have been together for more than one year, but I can't accept you as my mate Amber. You are weak. You can't be my Luna," Logan said without even sparing me a glance. It was as if I now repulse him. I stood, staring unbelievably at him, as tears wet my cheeks. …. After the rejection, Amber picked up her pieces and started living her life. Months later, she accidentally met the man who broke her. She thought the man would ignore her, but he put himself in every business that concerns her. The Alpha who rejected her wants her back. The cocky Alpha will think that he can get her easily. Nah, the game is played by her rules.  .. When prophecies are made, secrets are revealed, and enemies appear from different angles. Will their love stand the test, or does fate have something else installed for them. Will Logan be able to protect Amber, or will everything clash together?

"I thought you really liked me." She whispered with moist hazel eyes and despair. His heart spasmed at the view, seeing how hurt she is. For a moment or two his steal gray eyes filled with solicitude for her which he immediately brushed off as his ego and self-esteem overpowered his mind. He chuckled softly taking slow predatory steps towards her. "Oh darling! I never thought you to be this immature. I just manipulated you to think that way. Only thing i feel for you is lust and vengeance." With smirk on his face he approached her slowly yet in long strides. She stepped back with fear written all over her face till her back hit the wall. .. Fascinated is a story of an innocent maiden catching eyes of stubborn billionaire who instantly becames obsessed with her. But does will she comply with his desires?

What would you do if you had 40% of your body burned and with you had to carry the scar marks for the rest of your life? Would you kill the culprit and live your life quietly, or would you isolate yourself from the world? Louise was the victim who lost out in an argument between friends. Mauricio, the most respected capo in all of South America, currently resides in Colombia. Yielding only to his mother's requests, Mauricio is a good negotiator when it comes to women, weapons, drugs, and the like... Even with many exposed burn marks, Louise keeps trying to live a normal life, but is prevented when her father decides to make her pay his debt.

“Show me euphoria tonight or let your boyfriend die!” Jacob Kyler whispers near Rosalia's ear making her disgusted and shocked. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rosalia is caught between the two biggest mafias after they both fall for her. Henry Anderson and Rosalia love each other, but a problem arises when Jacob Kyler, an underworld mafia leader, claims her as his girl. The rivalry between Henry and Jacob is long-standing, and their competition becomes more intense over her. Rosalia goes on a date with Henry, where he proposes marriage, which she gladly accepts. To ensure that Jacob cannot interfere, they arrange their marriage in a different city, beyond his reach. Everything is going smoothly until one midnight Jacob Kyler shows up in her room and proposes her a condition. To maintain everything she has to come to a term with him and accept his poisonous condition. Henry and Rosalia happily plan everything for their wedding, and finally, the big day arrives. With a sigh of relief, they proceed with the ceremony. Finally, the most anticipated day for Rosalia and Henry has arrived. Wearing her beautiful white wedding gown, she arrives at the hall, bringing joy to Henry’s heart. His heart races as he sees the love of his life standing in front of him. They finally embrace each other. With slow steps, she makes her way to him, and they stand face to face. A shy smile forms in the corner of her lips upon seeing him smile while looking at her. After reciting the vows, the pastor asks him, “Henry Anderson, do you take Rosalia Moore as your lawful wife?” “No, he doesn’t!” The guests in the hall are agitated as they hear a girl’s voice that has floated from the dead end of the hall. *******Not for Sensitive People*******

When I was six, I spilled hot water, slipped, and burned my face. My face was ruined. My parents learned their lesson and never let my younger sister do housework. To everyone they met, they praised her beauty, her charm. They turned to me with nothing but disdain. When I was ten, I had a high fever. They didn't think much of it and let it drag on until my brain was damaged, leaving me slow and dull. They learned their lesson again. From then on, if my sister so much as coughed, they would rush her to the hospital in the dead of night, showering her with care. I was like a failed experiment. Every mistake they made with me, they corrected for her. I was ugly, silent, dim-witted, unwanted. She was beautiful, sweet-talking, clever, adored by all. When I was diagnosed with depression, I gathered what little courage I had and told them. Mom lashed out, called me sick in the head, and accused me of being petty. If I was so capable, she said, I might as well die. It wasn't until my sister pushed me off a high-rise that they found out, by sheer accident, that she wasn't their child at all. I was their one and only biological child.

Cheryl Jacqueline Alejandro, her life is full of perfection. A charming, beautiful face, seductive body goals, rich parents who always give everything, also a handsome fiancé who loves her so much. Carlos never left her, never had an affair, and was attracted to other women. Carlos just stares at her, never turns to anyone. However, Carlos' loyalty just made her feel curious with foreign gazes that watched her like a hungry lion. Rafael Frederich Wagner, a man she knows as her sister-in-law's ex-boyfriend. In a smoldering fire game, Cheryl finds herself on the run with Rafael from pursuing a foreign mob who is trying to catch him. In her heart, there was a big question mark about who was the man who was running holding her hand. Who is the man who looks so thirsty when staring at her body? Who is the man who dares to burn her skin with a hot seductive kiss? And then, Cheryl is in a tremendous vacillation between continuing her life with her fiancé or choosing another line with the new man in her life. The man who made her fall in love differently, faster, smoldering, and made her crave a foreign desire that surged in her body. Forbidden, but kept calling her to come closer, as if calling her name in a seductive voice. *** Should I fight the world for you? —Rafael Frederick Wagner— Should I fight the world with you? — Cheryl Jacqueline Alejandro—

Meet Evan. A cold, cutthroat villain who hates werewolves with a passion because of the torture they put him through, and wants to hurt them just as much, if not more. Enter Melody. A sweet, kind soul with a heart of gold who despite the hardships she had faced at the hands of the werewolves, cares about them in a way that not many people could boast of had they been in her shoes. Their worlds collide. But unfortunately for them, Evan is a raging inferno and Melody the exact opposite. Will the inferno burn through everything in it's path, including her, or will she calm it down before that? Read to find out.

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.

She walked away from fate. Now fate refuses to let her go. “I’m not doing the ceremony, Tristan. I’m not accepting this bond.” He went still. Voice cold, almost hollow. “You’re the only person I’d burn the fucking world for—and you’re still running.” — Eleanor never believed in fated mates. How could she? Not after her father left her mother and abandoned them—even though they were bound by the mate bond. Not after her first love, Tristan, shattered her heart and married someone else. Not even when her own mate left her and their daughter to chase his “true bond.” Now a single mother hardened by betrayal, Eleanor returns to the Nightshade Pack to rebuild her life—but finds that Tristan is now Alpha… and her fated mate. Tristan has his own scars. The guilt of losing his wife. The pain of pushing Eleanor away. The weight of duty that never stops pressing on his shoulders. He doesn’t trust the bond either. But the pull between them is fierce, primal, impossible to ignore. Eleanor wants a choice. Tristan wants redemption. Fate wants blood, sweat, and surrender. And when old wounds reopen and past secrets rise, they’ll have to decide: accept the bond—or let it consume them.

When my stepsister, Kate Lawrence, is poisoned at the full moon ceremony, my father, Jack Blackwood, condemns me at once, convinced that I am the one behind it. He clamps silver chains around me and drags me into the manor's dark underground cell. His eyes burn hatefully as he snarls, "You wretch! How could I have a daughter like you? Rot in here!" I drop to my knees on the cold floor and try to explain, but the sentence he throws over his shoulder as he turns away snuffs out the last of my hope. "Even if she dies in there, no one shall go in! Whoever lets her out will die with her!" The cell severs the mind-link completely, so no one hears me screaming. Seven days later, he finally remembers me, not knowing that I'd already died on the fourth day when the silver burned through to the bone.