Smiling Cat

There's an eighteen-year-old young man who was the only left descendant of an extinct clan long ago. Cautious, distanced, and not quick to trust, that's Makari 'Mak' Cohen. As the only one left in his clan, his life since his birth has been in danger because of the creatures he loathes the most; the creatures that caused the extinction of their clan- the werewolves. In his time, will the hatred remain in his heart or will he learn to open himself up and accept that not all werewolves are evil like Heroux Wolfert, the current Alpha of the Scarlet Moon Pack who unfortunately is also currently the smallest and weakest pack and looking for a solution to rebuild his Pack? When the two strangers meet, will they find the answer to their questions in each other? Will Makari find with Heroux the "safe" place he has been looking for for a long time or will he also suffer the same fate as his clan at the very hands of Heroux who is looking for strength and power? In the light of the blue moon began, in the light of the blue moon will end. Let the magic of the moon prevail. Moon Drip.

Cassandra Morgan thought her exhausting life was finally over. She went to a high end party to celebrate her freedom from her father's debt, but woke up in the next morning in luxurious suite and a handsome man was sleeping soundly. "You." The woman eyed Casandra. “Why are you so pathetic and shameless to bite something that is far from your league.” Cassandra found her phone, the first thing she saw was the text message she received from Rachel. “I sold you off. Sorry.” The man was smiling under the soft and silky duvet. His eyes still closed tight but he heard everything and felt amused by the drama. His back was facing them but his ears were clear as the sky. You awake? fucking asshole?

What could possibly go wrong when Maria is assigned as the personal doctor to the heir of a billionaire clan who just woke up from thirteen months in a coma? Probably unintended sparks and complicated intimacies. The saying that 'opposites attract' can't be more true between these two contradicting beings. *** He frowned down at her, moving towards the bed again, and sealed her lips with a palm. "Stop smiling like that," he said, in a deep rumble, brown eyes darkening with a different emotion she couldn't put into words. Her brows creased slightly before pulling his hand away and then chuckled lightly at his strange set of words. "Why? Is it not funny?" She asked with amusement, looking back at him with her grin getting wider. A groan softly broke through his lips, and his frame lowering towards her brought her chortle to an abrupt end, making her freeze in place when his face was a mere inch from hers. Her breath hitched for a second as she gazed into those dark eyes that could melt her in just one look, the softest of whispers breaking free from him, his fingers gently tracing over her jaw. "Because if you continue..." he paused, taking his time to finish his thought as his thumb ran up along her cheek. "... I am going to kiss you." Her eyelids stretched open at his words, gasping silently, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. "Mr. Stanley..." And before she could complete words she wasn't even sure of saying next, he captured her mouth with a passionate kiss that stole her breath away, all sound from her vanishing in that instant. ***

Looking at the priest, Alessio commanded “Now, go over your speech and pronounce us as husband and wife.” A word that forever changed the course of Raven’s life. She thought Alessio was her saviour. But little did she know he was a devil in three piece that just wanted her for revenge. Alessio wanted to destroy Raven the way she did six years ago by proclaiming her death. However, he found it hard that he was repeating the same mistake he did years ago. Falling in love with Raven wasn't supposed to happen to Alessio the second time but realized that his obsession was much bigger than his quest for revenge. As days goes by, the question remains—Will their obsession with each other be able to overpower the secrets that would unfold? Or would the secrets be the end to their catastrophic obsession?

I am looking at it right now, not believing what I see. I decided that I would follow the whole wedding far away from them, almost near the exit, just so that I wouldn't have to exchange ideas with any of them. My mother is holding hands with Daud Lestari, the head of that family of thieves and murderers, smiling in her beautiful white wedding dress. Right behind them is Daud's son, Lanton Lestari, that cursed man. My new half-brother. It will take a while, but he will see who is in charge here. I myself will make it a point to hunt down and destroy every single Lestari there, starting with Lanton, or my name is not Lukman Sari.

'I might hiss, but don't you dare call me a cat,' Charlotte Green. She might look like a cat, she's small like one, when happy she'll purr, when she's mad she'll hiss and even use her nails. But don't you dare call her kitty cat unless if you have a death wish, rumour says she killed a whole wolf pack before, are you brave enough to mess with her? Charlotte Green, a witch, a very powerful witch, has royal blood in her along with some very strong relatives and friends, she's not one to mess with. But what happens when she's the one who messes with you? When you are the one who's getting the end of her messing with you? Would you fight her back or would you fall on your knees and apologize to your queen? Read with caution. (Dear Charlotte, hope you like it)

Before the dark, obsessive, hideous, and disabled Alpha of the Wolf Pack chose his wife, rumors spread that he favored Cat Clan beastwomen above all others. My fiance feared that my family's maid would be selected, so he spent days and nights making passionate love to her in my bed behind my back. Only after the maid conceived his beast egg did he finally feel at ease. On the day my fiance and I were supposed to form our bond, the maid stroked her slightly rounded belly and flaunted it before me. "Ms. Sinclair's bed certainly served its purpose. Nate and I only needed three months to conceive a beast egg." After speaking, she deliberately covered her mouth with a triumphant smile. "Oh, I forgot to mention—Nate is actually the exiled heir of the Eagle Clan! "For old times' sake, he said he'd graciously allow you to join the Fairfaxes as my maid to care for me during my pregnancy." I let out a cold laugh. She was destined for disappointment. If she would not marry the Alpha of the Wolf Pack, then I would. I could never be her maid, because I would only ever be the Wolf Pack's Luna.

Damian Morningstar, a being that thinks he is human until he escapes a prison filled with monsters and people. He is rescued by a beautiful female witch named Ember and her companion cat Binx. After months of hard work and spending time with Ember he falls for her, discovers his true origins and takes on a path of revenge for his father and mother being murdered by six beings that call themselves Gods. Will Damian ever be the same on this path of vengeance? Or will he be mortified by his own actions?

After her life turned upside down Abby just wanted a fresh start. She hit the road with no destination in mind. Soon she found herself in the small town of Glory Tx working as a bartender for the Disciples Mc. Everything was going good until Dice walked into the bar. He wouldn't take his eyes off of her. Soon he was there everyday not leaving her side. This scared Abby and would force her to do what she did best....RUN. Only Dice was not one to give up and soon the game of cat and mouse begins!

In New York’s Upper East Side, there were two heirs. One was a speed-obsessed daredevil dominating the racetracks, the other was a brilliant actuary who controlled the flow of capital. Born into powerful families and polar opposites in temperament, yet they grew up side by side as each other’s only best friend. They had fought over girls and bickered endlessly over racing bets. However, at fifteen, there was one thing they did in perfect unison. They each put on the same roughly carved bronze badge. They were trinkets Mia had idly made during a craft class, marked only by a faint “M” scratched on the back. Back then, Mia was seated in the last row of the classroom. Her background was a complete mystery to everyone. Yet they wore that badge for ten whole years. Whether standing on the F1 podium or locking in billion-dollar trades at the exchange, the cheap little badge on their chests never changed. Until Ella showed up. She was the cherished daughter of a rising conglomerate family. She hand-stitched two gold-thread fabric patches and gifted them to them. The patches looked so ordinary they looked like the kind of trinket you would find three for a dollar at a flea market. And yet, they both replaced their bronze badges with her plain patches. Mia did not say anything. She simply folded away an old newspaper clipping with a photo of the three of them smiling together. That night, she called her father in Sicily. Her voice was emotionless. “Papa, I accept the marriage arrangement.”