Novel & Cerita Snowball In Animal Farm

Nothing can bring two people together like an adorable little pooch! Brady Rogers took the job as the new city planner for Holiday Hills expecting a town rich with Christmas spirit. What he finds is anything but. Due to budget cuts, many of the Christmas activities have been cancelled. When a cute little dog steals his scarf, he's led to a couple of people who want to help Holiday Hills regain the towns reputation for being the place to celebrate. Could it be that little dog has also led him to love? Noelle Snow loves her job running the animal shelter, but she needs more money to keep the no-kill shelter a float. When she meets Brady, thanks to a sweet pup named Pooch, she might just be able to save the shelter, help the town find their Christmas spirit, and fall in love. But when the town's mayor has different ideas about how the budget should be spent, Brady and Noelle's plans might just fall apart and tear a riff between them. Will Pooch be enough to bring them back together?

"I, Primitivo Alexander O' Cleirigh, accept you—where are you going, woman?!" "Enough, Fluffy. Or I'll get you back on a leash." --- Soraya takes the kid she babysits to an animal shelter to get her first puppy. Of all the dogs she could pick, the little girl chooses the aloof massive dog. It turns out that the dog is a werewolf who comes to the mortal world to find the mate he's been looking for hundreds of years, and it's the babysitter. Primitivo is frustrated to have to travel to another world for his mate and to find out she's a human, to say the least. Yet he cannot complain as the mating process becomes a life-and-death situation. She's crazy to think he's crazy. Primo's trying to be patient with her. He's a tyrant in his world, and he doesn't want to show that early on to his mate and risk scaring her. Soon, he will love his stay in her world, but time is ticking in his world and his pack without their Alpha. He must take her to Agartha to bear his heir before the second full moon — or risk going extinct.

'You're mine, Katrina. Whether you accept it or not, you were made for me.' He growled, stalking towards me like an animal will stalk its prey. 'I'm no one's. Not even yours.' I tried to say, but it came out weak and feeble. I hated how fragile I felt, I hated how my body betrayed me, needing to be near this man. A devious smile appeared on his lips, a glint in his eyes. 'That's not what the scent of your arousal is saying, love.' __________________ When Katrina comes home to find her husband and mate cheating on her with her best friend, Emery, she is shocked and heartbroken. As if that weren't enough, he rejects her on the spot when he finds out she's not pregnant with his child. Full of rage and hurt, Katrina leaves the pack house and seeks solace in a one-night stand with a stranger she meets at a pub. But the next day, she vanishes without a trace. The problem is, the man she spent the night with has no intention of letting her go that easily. And he will stop at nothing to find her... and claim her as his.

**WARNING 18+ "Now you are mine and mine only....You are my possession." For weeks upon weeks, Clara Henry has been locked away in her room day and night for the sake of hiding from a ruthless mafia boss who goes by the name 'Devil.' However, she sneaks out every night in search of someone to sweep away her worries in bed. One lucky night, she finds a guy who has it all...the looks...the charisma...the dominance. But the following day, Clara's house is invaded by a group of thugs, the leader surprisingly being the man who she slept with, as well as the man whom her father fears to the point where he resorts to hiding...And it so happens that he wants her in exchange for sparing the lives of her parents. But besides his strong sense of dominance and his ever-changing personality, there's also something very strange about him...he can smell things normal humans can't, his eyes changes colours every once in a while and he growls like that of an animal!!! What will happen when she finds out that he's not only a mafia boss, but also an Alpha!?

He smelled the woman who saved her, her scent overwhelmed his nostrils, and could only mean one thing, she belonged to him. His instinct urged him to imprint her. Adhara is her mate." A leadic and brutal Alpha of the clan, Jarckon, falls under the spell of a witch who turns him into a cursed wolf from time to time. One night in a dark wooden forest, Adhara ran away she found and meet Jarckon, who was severely wounded. She saved Jarckon and take care of him until the time she come to know that Jarckon is her Fated mate. Adhara imprisoned in his castle. Jarckon thought that Adhara approached him with another purpose to conspire him against his brother Slagle. Not too long, Adhara found out she was imprisoned in order to protect her from Slagle, who plans to kill her. Jarckon suffers and loses consciousness. In the end, he found it hard to change back to his human form. He could remain a wolf with animal nature. How will Adhara accept Jarckon to be his Fated mate? How the curse will lift and back to his human nature? Will Adhara learn to love him?

Prologue Yanking my hairs back he asked "now where were we" before forcing his lips on mine, I bit his lips making him more annoyed. Within a twink of eye he tossed me angrily on the bed, throwing his towel away, he quickly reached for my clothes ripping them off leaving me stranded only on my panties. I tried fighting him off but got slapped so many times, still I didn't give up until he pinned me down making me powerless."no!" I screamed out still struggling with him "you can't let him win" my conscience kept screaming at me. Joe stayed still enjoying the view of her struggling, groaned out in pleasure "damn your so sexy" he cussed out before devouring her. She screamed, cried and begged him to stop but it he ignored her pounding her like a wild animal till she passed out, waking up later on she found herself still naked and alone in the cold room, that was when she swore to get her revenge at all cost.

In a world of monsters, the real danger is falling for one. After the tragic loss of his fiancée, journalist Elliot Harper has spent years burying his pain behind the hard facts of his small town reporting. But when strange animal attacks and claw marks stir suspicion in his mountain community, Elliot is drawn to investigate... and he finds more than he bargained for. Elliot can't resist taking the injured man he finds in the woods to his cabin, just to discover that his new houseguest, Damien, holds a dark secret. Damien is a rogue werewolf, hunted by his own pack and bound by ancient laws that forbids him from mingling with humans. But how can he stay away from his own mate? As the two grow closer, their connection stirs something dangerous and powerful within them. But despite the thrill of uncovering the supernatural world, Elliot’s curiosity teens deadly when he learns that Damien’s past may be tied to the darkest moment of his own. Elliot must decide if he wants to confront his fears and embrace this new power he never wanted... or abandon Damien to the deadly pack that's closing in on them.

Roxy Delgado never expected to be stuck back in her small Alaskan hometown, especially not after carving out a promising career as a wildlife photographer for National Geographic. But when a family emergency forces her return, she finds herself sharing a roof once again with the one person she swore to avoid forever—Blake Carver, her arrogant, infuriatingly hot stepbrother and captain of the Anchorage Ice Wolves. Blake has everything: looks, charm, a killer slapshot—and a secret. As the alpha of a hidden wolf shifter pack, he keeps his dual identity on lockdown, especially from outsiders. But Roxy’s return stirs up more than just old resentment. She’s the only one who ever saw through his cocky bravado, and the only woman he's ever wanted but couldn’t have. Old wounds, unresolved tension, and animal instincts clash as Blake and Roxy are forced into close quarters and even closer secrets. When a rival pack threatens Blake’s team and his territory, Roxy’s unique skills—and heart—might be the only thing that can save them all. But will the ice between them melt, or will the fire burn everything down?

On Christmas Day, eight months pregnant, I struggled through the kitchen,cooking for my husband and his secretary. When I finally sat down, hoping to taste a piece of turkey I didn’t even get during Thanksgiving, my husband shoved me aside like I was nothing. He slid the turkey in front of his secretary instead. “Alison,you’re already so fat. Stop eating. Let Daisy have it—she deserves to enjoy your cooking.” Daisy，chewing on the turkey I had painstakingly prepared, had the audacity to mock me under the guise of playing truth or dare with my child. “So, what do you think your mom looks like?” “Mommy looks like a fat pig on a farm!” “Her stretch marks? They’re like disgusting worms crawling all over her. Even Santa would run for his life!” Their laughter erupted like daggers piercing me from all sides. Humiliation and rage burned through me as my dignity was stripped bare. I demanded an apology from that vile woman, but my husband—my husband!—turned his cold, cruel face toward me and said, “Get out of here.” Pregnant, exhausted, and humiliated, I stood there in shock. Then I snapped. I grabbed the Christmas cake and turkey and threw them in the trash. I walked out without looking back. This wretched family doesn’t deserve a second of my effort or a single ounce of my love!

During the mandatory freshman orientation camp, my skin had flared up with a severe allergic reaction, so I didn't use the plastic washbasin the school handed out. Instead, I opened my suitcase and took out the custom silver basin I had brought from home. My roommate, Louisa Carter, immediately made a snide remark, drawling, "You're really something, huh? Kids from broke families like us are lucky to have any basin at all." I didn't bother responding. I simply pulled out my facial essence to do a cold compress, but she immediately rushed over, slapped the bottle out of my hand, and jabbed a finger at my face. "Bet you get tens of thousands a month for living expenses. You have a sugar daddy, don't you? Don't you feel guilty making your folks work their fingers to the bone back on the farm? People like you don't deserve to be at our school. I'm reporting you to the student counselor." I laughed in disbelief and slapped her. … The next morning, the family photo I'd left on my desk had been slashed to ribbons. Across the back, carved in ink, were the words: 'Daughter of a homewrecker. Go to hell.' I went straight to the police. While officers pulled the dorm security footage, our student counselor and the university president rushed in. The moment the president saw the man whose face had been cut apart in my photo, his legs nearly buckled. He almost dropped to his knees.