Snow Angels

They say love is blind. But in a world like his, blindness is a luxury. Aurelio De Luca. A devil. He doesn't believe in love — to him, it is a beautiful lie. He alone is the truth — and the truth is brutal. Cold. Calculated. To him, emotion is nothing more than a weakness. Until her. Snow. The moment he laid his eyes on her, something stirred within him — something dark, wild, and utterly uncontrollable. She doesn't make him soft — she makes him want. She's everything he isn't. Everything he doesn't want. Pure. Innocent. Her beauty haunts him. Her smile torments him. Her beauty? A curse. Her softness? A poison. She makes his body burn with a desire he cannot extinguish. She's everything his world has poisoned. He's never been this out of control. Aurelio is bound by a contract — a cold, unyielding rule that forbids him to fall in love. She doesn't understand the rules. She doesn't understand that to fall for him is to play with death. But she wants him — her desire becoming a threat to him and the entire Italian mafia. But Snow, like fire burns with an untamed desire — a desire he can't contain. He doesn't fall in love... But he's about to fall into an obsession. No, not fall. He's walking into an obsession.

The fire wolf mated to the snow wolf and ran away with the babies. ------------------- Alexander. He must be in there! I hesitated in my tracks, and before I thought it through, I stood in front of Alpha Alexander's office. I swallowed hard, hearing his and an unknown woman's voices coming from inside. Jealousy and possessiveness bubbled up inside me, and the urge to barge in rose in me. “Who is she?" “He met her at the training camp. She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice.” Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. ------------------- Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily learns that Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken, she runs off and disappears, leaving Alexander confused and in search of her. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-rank warrior in King Alpha's army and a mother to her four-year-old boy. Her friend invites her to a dance club, Alexander is the club owner. Will Alex manage to figure out that the girl in the club is his fated mate, and will Emily reveal her identity and dark secrets? Are you ready for an emotional rollercoaster ride?

Alexia’s life has never been easy. Raised in an orphanage after her mother — tormented by emotional disorders — took her own life without ever revealing who her father was, Alexia grew up knowing only instability and loss. Now, all she wants is a sense of safety she’s never had. But what should’ve been just a night of fun at Nox Trium, the most exclusive club in town, turns into a descent into the forbidden when she’s shot and crosses paths with two men as enigmatic as they are irresistible. Caelith, with his magnetic presence, and Samiel, dangerously charming and impossible to ignore, are not human. They are the cursed sons of fallen angels and mortal women — doomed to wander the earth, dependent on a rare kind of blood that only a few, like Alexia, can provide. Between glances that burn hotter than they should and a tension that threatens to consume her reason, Alexia finds herself torn between an inevitable attraction to Cael and the dangerous chemistry she shares with Samiel — one that stirs both fury and desire in equal measure. But Nox Trium hides secrets far darker than flashing lights and late-night excesses. Secrets that tie her to enemies capable of ending her life — and to a buried past now clawing its way to the surface. After being targeted by Azrion, another one of their kind, Alexia needs Cael and Samiel’s protection. She must decide whether to run… or surrender to the lethal fascination of the one who provokes her most. In the end, only two questions remain: How far is Alexia willing to go to uncover the truth about her origins? And how far will they go to keep her bound to their clan?

Daphne lili Thorne is nineteen and angry enough to burn the world down. When her family forces her into a marriage she never agreed to, she refuses to play the role of the quiet, grateful wife. She wasn’t raised to submit and she definitely wasn’t raised to belong to a stranger. Adrian Smith is twenty four and used to control. The marriage is nothing more than strategy to him, a move on a board he’s been winning on his whole life. Daphne is supposed to be easy,Predictable,Temporary. She isn’t. On their wedding night, Daphne points a gun at her new husband, her hands shaking but her resolve unbroken. “Put it down,” Adrian says calmly, still dressed in his wedding suit. “Go to hell,” she snaps, gripping the fabric of her dress as she keeps the gun aimed at him. She pulls the trigger. The bullet misses on purpose cutting close enough to leave his ear burning. Adrian doesn’t move. He just looks at her, something dark and dangerous flickering behind his eyes. For the first time, he realizes this marriage won’t be easy. And Daphne realizes something worse he’s not afraid of her at all. What begins as a power struggle turns into something neither of them expected. Beneath Adrian’s cruelty is a man shaped by violence and loss. Beneath Daphne’s fire is a girl who has already survived her own kind of hell. They are not meant to save each other. But somehow, they become the only thing that makes sense in a world built on control, loyalty, and blood. Because even monsters were once human. And even angels can come from broken places.

Misty I looked at the faces of my pups on the screen, being away from them was so hard but I had to make it better. I had to provide for them. Give them the best chance I could as a single uneducated Mother. They'd had such a crap start to life, mostly my own fault because if I hadnt stayed when he continued to allow the alcohol to become him, they wouldnt have been through the hell, but then if I hadnt stayed they all wouldnt exist and i dont regret any of them, No matter how they were conceived. My Life, My Legacy, My loves. I listened to them tell me about all their adventures and the feasts they ate from banana leaves. Id put out an ad searching for somebody to take care of them while I worked, somebody to love them and assure them i wasnt abandoning them just trying to make things better. Id found those angels, theyd accepted accomodation food and utilities in exchange for making sure my pups were fed, clean and cared for. I thanked the driver for the ride and entered the roadhouse, passed all the food that made my stomach rumble from its 48 hour emptiness, made use of the amenities and headed out back to try and get another ride north that would hopefully take me all the way back to my pups. I took a seat at an empty table, aware of the fact i hadnt showered in 3 days, I kept my eyes down and avoided contact listening for conversation that would point me to a driver heading north. That was the beginning of the rest of my life.

" No one wants to kiss chubby cheeks or sleep with a girl covered in rugs," Vince smiled as the corners of his mouth went up in a smirk. " Now get off your high horse and stop fantasizing about my perfect chest," he growled. My name is Perez, but the bullies call me Fatrez because I'm fat, not that I like being fat, their is nothing I can change about it, unless the angels decided to work out a miracle. But everything that has a beginning has an end, I could do the bullying, not that I can't. But the head of bullies is sinfully handsome, he leads as they follow. Always throwing the first comment before the rest come along. Even if he is sinfully handsome, I could never dream of me with him, the fact that am fat, call it obesity and dumb in class with extra front teeth. No one wants such a girl. Even if I was a boy I wouldn't date me. Why would he look at me twice without laughing so hard and crumbling down. The best I can do is disappear and never come back or kill myself to stop the bullies from finding other victims, they would probably die of guilt, that's my plan. But Vince is such an arrogant jerk, he could never crack, let alone feel guilty. I've got to stay alive to pay back, make his life miserable, perhaps I'll sleep at night satisfied that he is suffering because of me. But maybe the bully isn't strong like I thought, is his heart made of stone or it's all a mask to fool the world and make him feel better. His heart bleeds after all and I can injure it.

During a company team-building event, I collapse from a seafood allergy. Yet my fiance, Frederick Scott, rushes Beatrice Sutton, who only twisted her ankle, to the hospital. I come close to dying because I don't get treatment in time. Later, Frederick explains, "Beatrice is my best friend's sister. He's seriously ill now, and I promised him I'd take care of his sister. I swear I'll keep my distance from her from now on." This isn't the first time I've heard an excuse like that. On our fifth anniversary, Beatrice accidentally deleted a work file and burst into tears out of worry. When Frederick heard about it, he left me stranded on a mountain and drove back to the office himself. I spent a whole day and night walking home through the rain. On Christmas, Beatrice's house lost power. Frederick was worried that she might be scared of being alone, and he rushed over to her place without even telling me, leaving me out in the snow waiting for him until dawn. These kinds of things have happened countless times. Afterward, he always brushes them off with the same excuse. I've long since lost all faith in him and no longer believe a single word he says. I pick up my phone and call the company that keeps reaching out to me. "I've decided to accept your offer from last time. I'll bring the core technology with me."

It's my seventh year of secretly dating Liam Ferguson, my brother's friend. We're about to have our marking ceremony soon. I happily prepare for it, wanting to surprise him. However, during a gathering with friends, I accidentally overhear something. "If you ask me, there's no denying Alpha Liam's good looks and charm. To think he managed to make the Silver Snow pack's Alpha's sister his stand-in lover and bed partner!" "What are you going to do with Maya now that Nina's back, Liam? Andrew won't let you off the hook if he finds out you've been fooling around with his sister…" The following day, Liam takes me to Nina White's welcome-back party. He's gentle, considerate, and affectionate with me. His love for me seems so deep that I wonder whether I'm imagining things. Then, Nina "accidentally" spills scalding soup on my arm and runs out in tears. I'm the injured one, but she feels wronged. However, Liam shoves me aside and runs after her in a panic. I return home with a burned arm and open the door to the basement—Liam has never allowed me in there. I see Nina's photos plastered on the walls. There are even photos of them doing the deed in various positions. He looks so wild. I call Andrew with a heart full of despair. "I've made up my mind about the marriage with the Alpha heir of the Storm Tribe. I'll do it!"

I woke up in a penthouse dressed up for Christmas, having no memory of how I got here. With a stranger sitted beside my hospital bed, his dark eyes watching me like I was something precious he was afraid to lose. He says his name is Damien Cross, my husband. He says we were in an accident two weeks before Christmas, and that I've forgotten everything about our perfect life together. But nothing felt right. The staff won't meet my eyes. My phone had no history. And when I found a journal hidden behind wrapped gifts in my dressing room, the handwriting is mine, but the words were a warning: Do not trust him. Leave before Christmas. You know what he did. Damien surrounded me with holiday magic, kisses under the mistletoe, and planned romantic surprises beneath twinkling lights. He's everything a husband should be: protective, tender, devoted. Yet his love felt like a cage decorated with ribbons and bows. The closer we got to Christmas Eve, the more I remember fragments of another life. Arguments,Fear,Betrayal. One night I tried to run from him in the snow and never made it out. Now I have until Christmas Day to uncover the truth about my past before Damien's version of our love story becomes the only one that matters. Because the man who saved me might be the same man I was trying to escape.

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."