Social Justice Warriors

My fiancé, Skyler Grant, barges into the art gallery where my work is being exhibited and trashes the place. "You plagiarized Leah's work and pushed her to jump off a building! I can't believe you have the gall to have an exhibition here! I have to seek justice for her!" He sets the gallery on fire, leading to stray glass shards damaging my eyes. I'm tormented by the pain of losing my work and vision when Leah Rivers returns. She says indifferently, "It was April Fool's yesterday, and I was just fooling around. You're not mad at me, are you?" I charge at her hysterically, but Skyler shields her. "They're just some canvases—so what if they're gone? You can paint them again." He has no idea that I'll never paint again.

I didn’t have it all. I wasn’t well-loved. I had a weak wolf. But I had him—my fated mate, the man I loved with my life. Ryan Crest was like the air I breathed. And then, on my twentieth birthday, everything came crashing down. He drugged me. Delivered me to a room. And by morning, he rained accusations on my head. I was rejected, betrayed, flogged, and thrown out—no trial, no justice, not even when the truth stared everyone in the face. My sister took my place. Pregnant with his heir. A scheme well planned. But from the ashes rose a cold Alpha—masked, dangerous, yet fiercely protective. With him, I carried a child of my own. And for the first time since my fall, I was certain of one thing: I would live. Protected. And maybe… loved.

Five years after migrating abroad, my husband, Shawn Johnson, brings his true love and her son home. "Jill and Neil are new here. They'll be staying with us for a few days." He and I get into a huge fight over this. On my birthday, Shawn hands me a divorce agreement. He says, "Hurry up and sign it. Jill needs this country's citizenship, so let's divorce for show first." I frown, wanting to ask for more details. However, he points at me and calls me heartless. Shortly after, I see Jill's social media update. "Shawnie divorced his wife for me and Neil! We finally have a roof over our heads." I like the post and sign the divorce agreement. Then, I submit an application to my company to be transferred home.

Growing up as a human in a werewolf world has not been nothing short of a nightmare for Katie but she’s strong and won’t allow her circumstances to deter her from living her life to the fullest. When circumstances beyond her control pushes her to get married to a male she hardly knows, nothing prepared her for a roller-coaster of emotions that follows. ****** Dominic is the richest man in the city and the future alpha of the most powerful pack in the city. As a wealthy and powerful men, he was been surrounded by females who don’t care about him but his status and want to use him to climb up the social ladder. With his family desperate for him to have a bride and an heir, they set up a marriage for him with a human while he keeps his real identity hidden from her. Will the marriage between Katie and Dominic bloom into true love or are they getting more than they bargained for?

Harmonica Saint is terrified of being unable to make friends. Coupled with her crippling social anxiety, and her fear of moving away from her family to a new place for college, she is afraid she'd have no friends. But surprisingly on the first day, someone wants to be her friend…. It is just that this person is Rhett Lockhart, littered with tattoos and mysterious beyond compare, Harmony has a bad feeling about this friendship. After all, friends don't give other friends hickeys on their necks. Or do they? "So you thought our friendship was over because of that? Funny baby girl, what makes you think I'll let you go….. Just like that?" He said the words so gently as he always spoke, but it was his eyes that gave him away, those pitch-black eyes were raging with all kinds of intense emotion, each promising to swallow her whole.

"Every woman is unique, elegant and graceful, you just have to bring it out." After borrowing and giving all her savings to her beloved boyfriend to use in getting materials for his project which he believes would fetch them millions, Athena was happy, believing in everything he said, even if that money was all her parents left for her for her upbringing. Fortunately, Frank won the project and the money started coming in as his social status started rising, but soon, Athena wasn't his type of woman anymore. Broken on the day he told her so, Athena went to a bar to drink on her sorrow but she ended up waking up in a man's bed the next day. But who would have expected that a one night stand would not only change her life but would bring her closer to a man who recognized himself as her Tutor.

When Elizabeth Walter gets fired from work, getting home to meet her boyfriend molded to the thighs of another lady, screaming her brains out against the wall, all hell, let's loose. Her once upon a fairytale life is shattered. Having loads of loans to pay back, Elizabeth's once 'alright' life becomes a disaster until she met him. The one whose name strikes fear into the heart of others Zane Creed. A workaholic with no social life, he needs a date for a business dinner. She needs the money for the next day. Just when Elizabeth's love life gets trampled on, A tall manly blue-eyed demon comes crashing in, making Elizabeth cream her thongs with just a look. Elizabeth might just be getting more than she bargained for when she becomes 'The Escort.'

My wife and I slept in separate beds for over three years. Then on our wedding anniversary, she suddenly tried to win me over. She climbed into my bed and pulled out all the stops, trying to get me to sleep with her. I stayed calm and collected. When our son started crying, I used it as an excuse to escape to his room, where I stayed all night. Vivian Hartley spent the entire night knocking on the door. The next morning, she acted sweet and gentle, graciously making me breakfast as if nothing had happened. She even tried to hand over her salary card. When my mother-in-law heard about this, she exploded at her daughter. "You pathetic fool! People need some self-respect! If you can't stand up for yourself, just get a divorce already!" Yet Vivian claimed her feelings for me ran so deep that the heavens themselves could vouch for her sincerity. She even defied her own mother. Our relatives and friends looked at us with envy. But my son and I continued to give her the cold shoulder. Finally, Vivian turned to social media for help. "Three years ago, I was busy with work. My husband and I had completely different schedules. I was afraid it would affect my performance at work, so I suggested we sleep in separate rooms. "Now our child is older, and I've swallowed my pride to try to fix things, but my husband won't even touch me." Someone in the comments gave her some advice: install hidden cameras around the house. "We can't just take your word for it. Record everything so we can see what's really going on. Plus, if things actually end in divorce, at least you'll have built up your social media following. It won't be a total loss." Vivian had no idea I was watching from among her followers.

My husband, Jonathan Rivers, was a notorious playboy in Polesburg's elite circles. Beautiful women surrounded him constantly, yet he claimed to have fallen for me at first sight, saying it was a love that would last forever. He dismissed all the other women around him for my sake. Everyone said I was his destined soulmate. Seven years into our marriage, I had seven abortions for him, simply because he said he did not like children. Then on Father's Day, I saw him on his secretary's social media feed. The same man who claimed to be away on business was there with a child beside him, calling him "Daddy" loudly. It turned out that when he said he did not like children, he meant that he did not like children with me. I dialed his number through tears. "Do you want another wife?"

I was head over heels for Jace Johnston for ten long years, but to him, I was just plain crackers: "Lacking flavor, but folks still nibble on them." Meanwhile, he was getting cozy with another girl behind my back. After a decade of playing childhood sweethearts, I realized it led nowhere. I was done being his side dish. So, I decided to marry someone else. Then, Jace knocked on my door in the middle of the night. "Rea..." "Mr. Johnston, can I help you?" I asked. Just then, a deep voice boomed from my bedroom, "Honey, where did you put my underwear?" Jace stumbled and practically coughed blood right there. Next thing I knew, he was venting on social media, posting: [Some people leave a hole that never fills. Love isn't promised forever, so hold her close and cherish every heartbeat while you can.]