Slow Burn

On the evening of her wedding anniversary, Diana walks into her own home carrying groceries and hope, only to realise she has already been replaced. Replaced by her daughter’s school teacher – Lauren Johnson. “You threw her a birthday party in my house?” Diana asked, her voice shaking. “On our wedding anniversary?” She’s rejected not only by her husband, but by her own daughter too. “Miss Lauren, can you please be my Mommy?” Selena cried. “I hate her!” She pointed at her mother, her little eight-years-old voice betraying her age. Every sacrifice finally reveals itself for what it was: slow erasure. When Diana places a file in Henry’s hand and says, “Sign this,” she is done begging. She walks away quietly. Only then does the house feel empty. “Where’s Mommy?” Selena asks as they returns not able to find Diana anywhere in the house. What happens when Henry discovers the document he signed was actually their divorce paper? Will he be able to cope with Diana gone? How about Selena – their daughter, what becomes of her?

BLURB “Little Pirate, surprise!” Enzo , looked at her with a devilish smile “We all know you are aware that you suck so how about you do us all a favor and go to hell?” Julian took a big bite from his apple before hauling it at Raven’s head. Raven ducked and caught the apple with a swift motion. “For an incoming Alpha, your throwing skills suck.” Then she turned to Enzo. “You guys might have all the beauty the moon goddess had to bestow but you are lacking in the brain department so how about you send my regards to the devil as you burn for eternity?”

Broken, betrayed, tortured and losing the two most important things in her life. Eleanor Antonio vowed to be a survivor in the royal household of Alexandria. She was taken as a slave, inflicting her to encounter a lot of trials for a terrible misdeed she claimed she never executed. However, Alexandria Spencer... A great insurmountable king was hell-bent on making certain he grasps a life outta Eleanor for her evil sin. This unusual story beings with these two different worlds; heavy storms, and fiery emotions began to surge through their ways and into their lives. Lies, secrets, mysteries and perhaps, death. **************************************** “I will burn your soul just like you burned mine”

Betrayed and bleeding out, heiress Kira Summers dies at the hands of her treacherous family. Across worlds, Alpha King Adrian Draven begs the moon goddess for redemption after losing his mate to his own fatal mistakes. The universe answers…with a vicious twist. Kira awakens in his mate's body: fierce, powerful, and utterly unforgiving. In a realm of wolves, witches, and pack politics, she trusts no one…least of all the Alpha who thinks he can tame her. He wanted his lost mate back. He got hellfire in heels instead. And this new Queen? She's ready to burn it all down.

“I’ll keep you safe, Anya. Even if I have to lock you away.” * * Her brother kept her away from the Bratva’s bloody world. But the night he was killed, Anya Vasiliev was thrown into it. Straight into the arms of his best friend, Roman Sokolov. Now the new Pakhan, Roman swears she’s safest with him. But his protection feels like a prison… and his obsession, like chains tightening around her throat. He says he’ll burn Moscow to the ground for her. But will she ever escape the man who swore she’ll belong to him? No matter the cost?

The night Araya was born, the Moon refused her. Marked as wolfless, mocked and forgotten, she grew up as prey in her own pack. Even her fated mate broke the bond with a smirk and left her bleeding at the border — for rogues to finish. But they forgot one thing: Ash remembers. And so does the throne buried beneath it. The forest did not devour her. It bowed. The flame did not die. It waited. Until, in the silence between heartbeats, something older than gods whispered: “She is not blessed. She is not chosen. She is the reckoning the moon tried to silence.” Now Araya walks again — no longer mortal, no longer meek. She is Hollow-Blood reborn, daughter of the fire that swallowed fate, heir to a throne no god dares name. And fate has bound her to Dorian—Azrien—the exiled god chained to shadow and ruin. He expected to crave nothing but vengeance. Until her. Araya is the mate his immortal soul demands, the salvation he denies, and the spark that could either set him free… or burn the world to ash. But enemies stir in silence. Adira, the Luna who would claim the Alpha prince at any cost, forges a pact with a creature older than gods, a monster chained in rot and darkness. The price she pays will rip fate itself open. Betrayals. Forbidden desire. Gods who bleed. Wolves who kneel. And at the heart of it, one truth no prophecy can silence: The gods will end. She will not. And the last prophecy carved into stone whispers: “The Flame That Walks Returns. Let the gods burn first.”

He branded her a curse. Threw her out under a swollen moon. Walked away while she bled. The bond didn’t snap, it tore... and kept bleeding. Now the Omega they smothered in ash is on her feet, silver-eyed, moon-marked, carrying a power no Alpha can collar. She isn’t hunting revenge. She wants it quiet, bygones. But the past won’t unclench its teeth and neither will he. When the moon spills it's light again, they’ll learn why she didn’t die. She wasn’t meant to. She wasn't cursed, she was chosen. Built to change the pack... or burn it.

"I, Caleb Parker, the next alpha of the shadow hills pack reject you, Rebeccah Smith as my mate and future Luna" The words burned through me with the worst kind of pain. I couldn't believe what was happening. Why the sudden change from him. Everything had been okay all this while. Or has it? __________________________________ Rebeccah's downfall begins with a betrayal. Her best friend who is hungry for power and the mate meant for Rebeccah. So she exposes her secret and watches her burn. Rejected and publicly humiliated by the man she has always loved, Rebeccah is branded as a liar and forced to go to the Misty falls pack as tribute to a man she has never met. The Alpha King. Tales about him were whispered as warnings. He was an unstoppable force. Cold. Dominant. Untouchable. And cursed. He isn't the mate fate gave her first but he's the last mate she'd ever have. Their bond ignites a slow, dangerous fire, promising protection and ruin in equal measure. Because the Alpha King carries a curse as deadly as Rebeccah's past. And when two broken souls are bound by destiny, love isn't gentle. It's disaster.

“Do you have anything to say?”,he said and I stared at it for few seconds. I wanted to be the one on my knees so bad. I wanted to be fucked hard by him...but I was married. "Fuck Jason, he left me before I could reach my release anyways, he doesn't have to know about this", I thought. "Fuck me..hard, make me cum as hard as you can", I muttered, my own voice, barely audible, dripping with a want I no longer cared to hide. A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips and he closed the distance between us, his warm hands cupped my jaw, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “Open.”, he said and I obeyed, parting my lips. ****** A birthday betrayal leads Andrea into a stranger's’s arms. The next morning, she discovered he was her husband’s best friend who had been away for so long. A secret that was supposed to end at dawn became their little dark secret. When secrets explode and hearts are destroyed. She vanishes with a secret that could change everything...a secret that refuses to stay buried...

I should step back. But I don’t. His hand slides to my waist, firm, deliberate. Not asking. Claiming. My stomach tightens, heat curling low, and I feel every inch of him before I even see him. He’s behind me, close enough that I can feel his breath at my neck. My pulse stutters as his fingers trace slow, unhurried circles up my back, and I know I should pull away… but I can’t. His lips brush my neck. Not a kiss yet, just the promise of it. My head tilts back before I can stop myself, back arching like my body is betraying me. Then he speaks. Low, calm, in control “Don’t make a sound.” A shiver runs through me. Not from fear. Not exactly. From… him. He’s in control. I can’t fight it. I don’t want to. And somewhere deep inside, I realize the terrifying truth: I’m letting him have me.