South Wind Knows My Mood

Alex William is the son of a couple of convicts who received life imprisonment for committing extraordinary crimes against the Herbert family. When Alex grew up, he married the Herbert family's only daughter, Adaline Herbert. Not out of love, but for revenge. He manages to make Adaline fall in love with him with his cunning tricks. By becoming Adaline's husband, Alex can make Herbert's family life suffer as his revenge for making his parents languish in prison forever. So, what will happen to Adaline when she finds out that her husband is the enemy of her family?

'Moonlight Wolf Park 3' this is the continuation of 'Moonlight Wolf Park 2' After meeting his mate, Even Truth finds out a terrible truth.

SYNOPSIS Abigail Winter has always lived a shy, secluded life, until she meets and falls in love with bad boy Lucas Westmore. While hanging out with her best friend, Emily Collins on her twenty-sixth birthday, Abigail is directed to Lucas’ path and she soon finds out that there is more to him than there is on the surface. Events quickly roll into one another and they find out that they are connected to each other in various, unexpected ways. As events unfold, Abigail is left with a very hard choice to make, a choice that could possibly change her life forever. But, will it be in a good way or a bad way?

"This doesn't make sense," I whispered, my hand on the door knob. "We can't tell mom and dad," he whispered back into the darkness. "You can't be my mate!?" I hissed back, "You're my brother." "I'm not going to resist the sparks, April," he growled, "or the pull, and feeling of want... Do you hear me?" "W-what?" "I want you so bad it hurts," he whispered. It was like my lips moved and spoke for me. "Then take me." His warm lips smashed onto mine, finding them in the dark. Sparks lit the tiny closet up, and suddenly I knew where he was, almost as if we were in a room full of light. I could see every move he made, and I wanted him to make a move on me. I kissed him back with force and longing. My first kiss is with my brother. My mate

I was in the late stages of kidney failure, but my husband, Calvin Quayle, gave the kidney that was the best match for me to my younger sister, Louella Lassiter. The doctor urged me to wait for another donor, but I refused. I checked out of the hospital early. I had stopped caring long ago. What was even the point of fighting anymore? I transferred all the assets I'd accumulated over the years to Louella, finally pleasing Mom and Dad. I didn't even get mad when Calvin hovered over Louella like he was some kind of devoted nurse. Instead, I told him to take good care of her. And when my son, Nathan Quayle, said he wanted Louella to be his mom? I smiled and said yes. They got exactly what they wanted, so why were they suddenly regretting it now?

A year ago, my life was simple. I was just Ariel Anthony…a regular college student, cheerleader with decent grades, daughter of a struggling baker, and recently appointed step-sister to a guy I barely knew. Nothing special. Then came the storm. Not just the thunderstorm that trapped me in Professor Grayson's apartment that night, but the storm that followed. The one that's still raging around me, that I created. They don't warn you about men like Luther Grayson in freshman orientation. They don't tell you how a single glance from the right person can make you question everything you thought you knew about yourself. About what you want. About what you'd risk to get it. They also don't warn you about guys like Ethan Cross, with his perfect smile hiding something dark. The kind of guy who's used to getting what he wants and doesn't understand the meaning of the word "no." And no one, absolutely no one…prepares you for what it feels like when the person who's supposed to be your brother looks at you with something else in his eyes. Mom once said I had a gift for making complicated situations worse. If she only knew. My phone buzzed beside me, and I glanced down to see Luther's name on the screen. My heart still jumps every time, even when I'm aware of what could happen if people learned about the two of us. I should ignore it. I should block his number, focus on my classes, help Mom with the bakery, and pretend none of this ever happened. But I'm already reaching for the phone. That's the thing about crossing lines… once you step over them, it's almost impossible to step back. And I've crossed so many lines now, I can't even see where I started.

Ezra became a slave when she was young, its the only life she knows and she had successfully hidden her beauty for years, however a chance encounter with Master Chris changed her life and life began to get better for her.

"Arise, my Luna." His voice rang in the air and sent shivers down my spine. I looked down at the ground, slowly rising to my feet while holding my breath.  "My name is Clair, Alpha Aeon." I answered respectfully, but I refused to look at him. Frustration rolled off of his aura before it changed into anger. I swallowed hard as bile threatened to rise from my throat.  "Have I done anything to despise you?" His hand snaked around my nape as he took one step closer. "My wolf is so close to marking you, Clair. I can assure you, it'll be painful. I'm the only one standing in the way. Submit, and we'll make it less painful." He moved his hand to my jaw, forcing me to look at him. "Look at me. You'll be mine! And I will make sure all others before me are forgotten." I closed my eyes, and the tears fell from my eyes. I was already losing this battle. I took a deep breath, ready to nod my head, when a ferocious growl marred the air, shaking the ground where I stood.  "I dare you to touch what's mine!" I snapped my eyes open, turning in the direction of the threat. He's here.  He came for me.  My Alpha came for me.  ¤¤¤¤¤ ALPHA JACOB GALHART of the Black Shadow Pack never wanted a mate. He has led his pack for years without a Luna and was content to remain that way. But it was time to produce an heir. Not wanting to find his mate, he set his eyes on this one female, Clair Montrell.  He thought he had everything planned out until she turned out to be the fated mate he never wanted. But would he be able to let her go?

APRICITY : The warmth of sun in the cold arms of winter. Tormented by memories , bounded by history ; MY APRICITY is a journey of painful pleasures and sinful secrets. SERENE DIOR WALKER , being 20 years old is the most elegant and eloquent person you'll encounter. Being proficient in ballet, she's a perfect embodiment of a rhythmic soul and an altruistic smile. But her smile hides the gut wrenching tales of tears and her dignified body bears the cruelty as a blemish. Struggling with the hustle of life , 27 years old ROWAN CHAZE is an enigma that is too difficult to decipher. Blessed with the flair of art , he drenches the world with the color of emotions but carries a hollow destitute land in the name of heart .His eyes bore the kaleidoscope of mortifying memories which torment him till date. But God isn't that cruel. He has kept a fare share of happiness for everyone even for resenting souls like SERENE and ROWAN. How do they both meet ? How do they fill the voids for each other ? How do they decipher the TOXICITY and become each other's APRICITY? Join me in this journey of LOVE , PASSION, DESIRE, HAPPINESS ,ROMANCE and BETRAYAL.

Haziya's marriage to Shabir has just been a year. The long-awaited pregnancy had to be cured due to a miscarriage. Shabir drove Haziya back to her mother's house. A piece of Haziya's heart was cracked. In-law and brother-in-law who are not friendly, always manage their domestic life with Shabir further straining their relationship. Not to mention the fact that Shabir is having an affair with another woman. The presence of Zaweel, a handsome man who offers to become a lawyer, helps him to be free and separate from Shabir. However, the seeds of love exist between Haziya and Zaweel. Haziya's past doesn't make their relationship easy, because they get rejected by the Zaweel family. Can Haziya start a new life full of happiness or continue to embrace the endless wounds? Read on, don't forget to subscribe, okay? Thank you