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"I want a divorce. " The day before her third wedding anniversary, Fiona sees her husband walking to the obstetrics wing with his arm around his ex-girlfriend, Rowena. Rowena is pregnant. Heartbroken, Fiona rejects Micah, her husband, her mate, the Lycan Prince of the Alastair Kingdom, and leaves the pack. --- However, to Fiona’s surprise, after being rejected, Micah goes crazy looking for her all over the world. Until one day, when he sees her walking down the street holding a little girl, he pins her against the wall. “Is she my daughter?” Micah hisses.

On the one-year anniversary of the company's public listing, my wife, Susan Lynn, publicly announced that she was gifting a supercar worth millions of dollars to her childhood friend, Charles Baker. Charles, with his arm around her shoulder, raised his glass and said, "Thank you, Susan. Here's a toast to our friendship!" I let out a derisive laugh and walked away. Susan, feeling upset, chased after me, shouting, "Angus, what's your problem? What's wrong with me giving the top salesperson a supercar? You're just a useless waste of space, and you still dare to throw a tantrum!"

When I was injured, Alpha Kenny Havon had his arm around the newly arrived she-wolf, Leah Sterlace. He was flirting with her. All it took was Leah saying she wanted to look at the stars, and he abandoned me to take her out on a date across the plains. "Leah isn't like you. Don't bully her. "And I'm staying with Leah tonight. The marking ceremony tomorrow can be postponed." This was already the ninety-ninth time Kenny unilaterally canceled our marking ceremony. I nodded. Since he was always busy, maybe this marking wasn't really necessary anymore.

CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN! TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS VERY DARK, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. "It was an accident, believe me, if I could go back in time, I will__" Her words were transformed into a cry of pain when his hands suddenly grasp her jaw. His stony blue eyes were dead as his words sliced through the air. " Oh, believe me you will! I will make sure you become everything I lost because of you! This very life is owned by me!" His hands slowly crept to snake around her fragile neck. " You are mine! And only I have the right to take your life whenever I desire!" In which Freya Owens, a young college student struggling with life and paying bills gets into an accident, tragically claiming the life of a pregnant woman. Nikolas Cullen. A cold-hearted dangerous killer who is determined to make Freya pay for the death of his wife and heir. She destroyed his family. His wife and unborn baby died because of her. He would make her return the debt in ten folds.

I supported Ethan Mitchell and loved him for eight whole years. I thought I concealed my feelings well, but little did I know that after Ethan became a business magnate, the first thing he did was send me to a ladies’ finishing academy. He looked at me coldly, his arms wrapped around his fiancée. "When you've rid yourself of those filthy thoughts, then you can come out." A year later, I finally forgot him completely. However, Ethan came to regret everything.

At two in the morning, when the pack elders' urgent summons came, I had just crawled out from beneath my childhood sweetheart, the Alpha heir Slade. My body was still aching from his rough possession. As the only human healer in the entire Blackwood Pack, I was ordered to prepare herbs as a gift for Slade's marriage alliance with the Thorne Pack. I gently lifted Slade's arm from where it was wrapped around me. After a night of passion, his powerful Alpha body was still radiating a feverish heat. I assumed this was just another wolf princess he needed to turn away, so I poked his chest playfully and asked with a smile, "Slade, what excuse are you going to use the 99th time? That you've suddenly developed an allergy to the princess?" He rolled over and kissed my forehead, his eyes heavy with sleep. "My sweet girl, this time the herbs must be prepared by you, and you alone. The success of this alliance rests on your shoulders." I froze. For the past ten years, I had been his secret solace, the one who soothed his violent rages every night. I thought I would earn a formal bonding ceremony, sooner or later. But in that moment, I understood. I was just a convenience, a body for him to use. If that was all I was to him, then I would burn everything we had to the ground. I made a call to my old mentor at the National Institute of Medicine, Professor Sterling. "Professor, that research position regarding gene... is it still open? I'm ready to return to the human world." But when that arrogant Alpha, who claimed we were 'just friends' and 'strictly professional,' discovered he could no longer catch even a faint scent of me in the air, he completely lost his mind.

"How bad do you want it? Is it strong enough for you to become my pet." His hands wrapped around her neck, and his voice a low growl as a deadly smile played on his lips. *** Bella knew the Mystery Cafeteria Boy was trouble from the first time she saw him. He was the one that was going to blow up her cover and uncover her past. Stuck in the same grade she had no other choice but to make a deal to become his pet. Could he bully his pet? Yes. Fall in love with his pet? Hell no.

When my boyfriend came to my family home to ask for my hand in marriage, my sister-in-law, who was usually cold and aloof, became a completely different person. She flung her arm around me warmly and asked, “Cassie, who’s your favorite? This boyfriend or one of the dozen or so men that you’ve brought home before?” As I denied her accusation and interrupted her, she cheekily batted her eyelashes at my boyfriend and cooed, “Oh, yes, yes. Cassie has never brought another man home. You’re the lucky first!” In the midst of dinner, she deliberately took her own soiled underwear out of the bathroom, pinched her nose, and waved it around as she screeched, “Oh my goodness, Cassie! I know you don’t really care about hygiene, but we have guests today! How can you have no shame? It smells so bad!”

Ever since I started at the Brooklyn Enquirer as a journalist, I've been reporting on stories nobody cares about. But the other day, I found a story that I was sure the audience would sink their teeth into. One that was front-page worthy and would make our newspaper infamous. Except it centers around a mafia boss and his bloodthirsty brothers.  It won't be easy to get it, but I'm determined to prove my worth. And it starts with Darick Dawson. My heart fluttered as we gazed into each other's eyes. At the same time, we leaned forward, and our lips touched. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stroked his fingers through my hair, pulling at the roots softly, earning a moan from me. He traced his finger around my lips when suddenly, I opened my eyes and noticed the red in his irises getting darker. My Bloodthirsty Mafia Man is written by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author

Hanging in the living room is a drawing of Julia Graham's husband, son, and younger sister, Juliette Graham. Julia's son tells her, "If I add a fourth person to the drawing, it'll be the younger sister that Aunt Juliette gives me." Without hesitation or lingering emotions, Julia applies to become an undercover operative in the most dangerous mission to date. From this point onward, she severs all ties with them!