Snow Villiers

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."

On New Year's Eve, I prepare a feast. The clock strikes twelve, but my husband, Vincent Porter, still isn't home. My daughter, Lorelei Porter, tugs at my sleeve and holds up my phone. "Look Mommy, Daddy is at this lady's house!" Vincent has posted an update on Twitter. He is with Christine Snow, his childhood sweetheart. They are smiling at the camera, with a boy who looks about ten standing between them. In front of them sits a swan-shaped cake. The caption reads, "The most special day for the most special you." My heart sinks into my stomach. A marriage that came later in life can never compete with a pair of childhood sweethearts. I accept defeat.

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."

My husband, Clement Norman, promised to make up for our missed honeymoon. It was five years late, but I was still excited. I got ready and really looked forward to it. But right before we boarded the plane, I realized there was someone extra in our group—Clement's childhood friend, Madison Bowen. He explained half-heartedly, "Madison's never been abroad before. I figured we could bring her along." I wasn't thrilled, but when I spoke up, he made it sound like I was being dramatic. "Are you jealous of our relationship because you didn't grow up with a proper family? I see her as a sister. You wouldn't get it—you grew up an orphan." I chose to stay quiet, not wanting to ruin our honeymoon. But we encountered an avalanche halfway through the trip. My leg got stuck deep in the snow, and I couldn't move. And the first thing Clement did was grab Madison's hand and run. He didn't even look back.

My fated mate, Alpha Horton, didn't love me. He loved another omega, Chloe. In my past life, Chloe took her own life in despair over him, and Horton was convinced I had driven her to it out of jealousy. He hated me to the bone. Even bound by our mate bond, he refused to touch me. But when a rival pack’s silver bullet flew toward me, he shielded me with his own body. As his life drained away, he wrenched his cold hand from mine, his golden eyes filled with nothing but regret and disgust. "Sienna," he said, "my one regret is not rejecting you from the very beginning." After he died, the pack fell apart. Every member cursed me, screaming about why it wasn't me who died, but their great Alpha. It felt like my heart had turned to ash. I swallowed a vial of liquid silver before his grave. When I opened my eyes, I was back ten years in the past, shortly after we were mated. The cold voice of the Moon Goddess echoed in my mind. "Child, I will give you one more chance. Fulfill the three deepest wishes in Horton's heart, and in exchange for your life, your soul will earn its true freedom." I knew his wishes. To break our mate bond. To be with Chloe. To ensure the survival of the Snow Moon pack. This time, it wasn't too late. The freedom he craved, the woman he loved, the pack he swore to protect. I would give it all to him, using the very life he loathed to do it. But when I granted his every wish, in return, he wept with regret, calling me his only fated mate.

The golden boy of high society once stopped a plane for me. And I? I once ran away while pregnant, disappearing for three years. We got married. Nine years later, a younger, stunning woman appeared by his side. She was vibrant and fearless, joining him in all his wild adventures. Meanwhile, I had become a stay-at-home mom, spending my days making sure our daughter didn’t eat junk food. My husband said in disappointment, “Elaine, you’re not the woman you used to be.” Even our daughter complained. “Miss Snow is smart, gorgeous, and makes her own money. But you? You just rely on my dad.” The next morning, I grabbed my ID and filed for divorce. They must have forgotten that at twenty-two, I had the guts to jump off a cliff into the ocean just to break free, and at thirty-five, I would still have the strength to start over.

Elise Clares, a wolf-less shifter, has run away from her pack: her family dead, no friends to turn to and all hope of freedom fleeting as the New Moon pack's warriors close. Jackson Snow, Alpha of the Full Moon pack, hates rogues after they murdered his parents. Finding Elise being chased down by her former pack, Jackson goes against all his instincts and offers her protection... At a price and with prejudice. Elise must get used to a new pack with an alpha who hates her, despite the feelings springing between them, and enemies that could spring out in any direction. She's a rogue he doesn't trust, and he's an alpha with all the power to destroy her, especially with the New Moon pack so desperate to get her back.

“You think you can run from me?” his voice was low, dangerous as his piercing grey eyes locked onto mine. “You carry my child, my blood. You are mine, Snow. And I will burn the world to keep what’s mine.” I wanted to scream at him, to tell him he was wrong. But the words wouldn’t come. They never did. Snow can’t speak or sing. Not a single word has escaped her throat since that night…that night she watched her parents die. Hated and ostracized by her pack, Snow bears the weight of their hatred, blamed for a murder she didn’t commit. With nothing left to live for, she plans to end it all on her 19th birthday. But a fateful encounter with a dangerous stranger that led to a one-night stand changes everything. When Snow finds herself pregnant weeks later, she just wants to forget the man who shattered her walls in one night. But that becomes impossible when she discovers he’s none other than Roman King–the ruthless Lycan King. Her mate. And if there’s one thing everyone knows about Roman, it’s that he doesn’t take no for an answer.

Alice Powells found herself in the wolf kingdom from the Human world after an accident. She is kept as an intruder in the pack but surprisingly she was not charged with Death. She found out the reason on a fateful night when she suddenly felt pain all over her body,She eventually shifts, not just to a normal wolf but to a hybrid wolf causing an Upheaval in the 120 wolf packs of the continent especially In the Crescent Snow Moon Pack where she was. The truth comes to light that the Lycan King was her mate and she was the moon goddess daughter, but there was gonna be a lot of challenges she had to face especially coming to the matter of her origin, Do you think she'll survive this great ordeal? Let's continue reading to find out.....

Sold by her greedy husband to two different mafia bosses, a young woman, May finds herself in the midst of a power struggle between two rival mafia families. The Belosokov family, led by Nikolai, and the Black family, led by Stone. Nikolai wants May back because he sees her as his property, while Stone desires to save May because he has found himself falling for the snow white skinned and beautiful May. The conflict escalates when Stone discovers that Nikolai and few other men has hurt, tortured and harmed May, causing her to have deep trauma. Wanting to get his revenge on every man who ever laid a hand on May, one by one, Stone takes the lives of his enemies, starting from the man who sold May to Nikolai and ending with Nikolai himself. Upon seeing this, May gradually develops feelings for Stone as well. This time, her involvement with the mafia ends on a positive note, bringing happiness to her life with marriage and children on the way.