Spencer The Silver Engine

Melvin Parker is a natural-born werewolf who worked as a werewolf guardian whose job is to maintain peace and order in the city he is assigned to. Karen Stanford is a natural-born rebellious human who lives on a bed of roses and a silver spoon in her mouth. She gets everything she wants. But their lives began to mess up by a prank that had gone wrong, turning Karen into a monster the wolf world could barely imagine.

In my previous life, my Alpha mate hated me for ten years because his childhood sweetheart committed suicide by taking silver poison after he marked me. I worked tirelessly to fulfill my duties as his Luna, enduring his indifference with patience. But all he ever did was sneer coldly at me. "How I wish it had been you who died instead." The words pierced my heart like silver claws. But when the rogue wolves invaded our territory, he still threw himself in front of me to take the killing blow. As he lay dying in my arms, he used what little strength remained to push away my hand that was trying to comfort him. "Sage," he whispered, "if only I had never met you in this lifetime..." At his funeral, the pack elders wept uncontrollably. "Alpha Kieran, this is all our fault. We never should have forced you to bond with your fated mate. If we had honored your wishes and let you bind with Elena instead, would today's outcome have been different?" Even the Alpha King, who had once supported our union, no longer stood by me. Nearly every pack member blamed me. "The Alpha saved you three times. He was such a good man. Why did you always bring him nothing but disaster? Why wasn't it you who died instead?" Everyone regretted that Kieran had bonded with me. Even I regretted it. Finally, unable to bear the pain any longer, I ended my own life before the Moon Goddess's statue with the silver dagger Kieran had given me. But the Moon Goddess granted me another chance, sending me back to before Kieran and I were bonded. This time, I decided to fulfill Kieran's wishes, give up my status as his fated mate, and leave completely to make everyone happy.

To "fix" Leonard Rinehart's oh-so-tragic depression, Naomi Gaffron—yeah, the same girl who once swore she'd only ever marry me—secretly tied the knot with him. So I gave in. Played along with the family's little matchmaking stunt. Married Aurelia Spencer—Brieton City's golden girl who'd been obsessed with me since forever. For seven years, she clung to me like I was oxygen. Every night, curled up like she'd break if I moved. I thought that was happiness. Then one night, I caught her whispering to her best friend: "Leonard's already got international awards. When are you dumping Leone?" "Whatever—I'm stuck with someone I don't love anyway. Doesn't matter who I married. Someone's gotta keep an eye on Leone so he doesn't screw up everything Leonard built." I checked her study. Found a hidden folder—over 100,000 photos of Leonard. A hundred unsent love letters. Even I couldn't fake it anymore. Bought a silicone dummy. Laid out the plan. The fire would be step one. Dead or alive—we're done.

To save his childhood sweetheart suffering from a congenital heart condition, my mate Ethan—the storm pack’s Alpha—forced me to remove my heart to be given to his beloved. "Don't worry, you are the rarest white wolf with the strongest healing ability. I have prepared an artificial heart for you, and you will be fine." Ethan said. I tried to explain to my mate Ethan that my healing ability has become very poor in the past year, so that transplanting my heart would kill me. My mate snarled at me with disgust, "Selene is so gravely ill, and here you are, jealous and fighting for attention! She saved my life when I was suffering from silver poisoning a year ago! You won't die anyway, so why can't you help her?" Under the mandatory order of my mate, I was sent to the pack healer for the heart transplant. He didn’t know that I was the one who had exchanged my rare white wolf's healing ability with a witch to save him from silver poisoning. In the end, with my healing abilities gone, I died miserably in a forgotten corner of the empty healer's cabin.

My fiance is the best Neuro Healer among the werewolves. His first love is his little stepsister, who once took a fatal silver arrow for him. Now, her old condition has flared up, and she has a fatal silver venom disease. She only has 21 days left to live. In order to stay with her in her final days, he pours his newly developed "Memory Lock Potion" into me to eliminate all my memories of him by force. He says, "It's just 21 days. Once she's gone, I'll feed you the antidote myself, and you'll remember me again." In those 21 days, he holds a grand bonding ceremony for his stepsister, dances with her during the Moon Goddess Festival, and makes an oath swearing that they will become mates again in their next life. Finally, he sends her off. After 21 days, the potion wears off, and he kneels in the rain with tears and blood all over his face. He asks hoarsely in an accusing tone, "The potion only lasts for 21 days… why have you forgotten me completely?" I just look up impassively at him. "Sorry, but who are you?"

In a time where fated mates have become a rarity, two brothers from Silver Shadows Pack are being sought mates. One the Alpha, and the other his younger brother. Neither one happy about the arrangement, but it is an arrangement forced upon them by their family and pack elders. While two sisters from Alpine Shadows Pack have been designated as two of the potential she-wolves who could be perfect brides for these strong wolves. Lena is dreading the very idea of leaving the safe haven of her home pack, while her sister, Cora is not willing to have her future mapped out for her and plans to flee. With their arrival at Silver Shadows and Cora having fled, Lena is soon ordered that her marriage to the Alpha will occur, and disappointment takes over her at the realization the handsome Alpha is not quite all he appeared to be at the wedding ceremony. With a life of uncertainty ahead, being a mere puppet to the man she was forced to marry, Lena is unsure what her future holds, until the devastatingly handsome Alpha’s brother returns to pack, taking more than a keen interest in his brother’s new wife… But is the new life Lena has been pushed into all it first seemed?

Most people often see marriage as a reincarnation for women. So, countless foolish women jump into one without a second thought. Many people see my husband as the perfect husband. He cared for me and loved me in every way. Yet, he still cheated on me right under my nose. Faced with the hypocrisy and ugliness behind his facade as a perfect husband, I've decided to serve him karma on a silver platter!

Nine years ago, Charlotte Green willingly bound herself to a companionship system to save her sister. The system guided her to the side of Eric Lorvis, a man adored by fate and envied by the world. Her role, as dictated, was to pursue him under the guise of being mute. Before long, everyone in their social circle knew of the mute woman who loved Eric with a fervor bordering on madness. At a gathering one evening, he finally relented. "If you make yourself look like Emily, I'll allow you to stay by my side." Without hesitation, Charlotte borrowed money to undergo plastic surgery. She reshaped herself to resemble Emily Spencer—Eric's first love. With painstaking precision, she molded her preferences to match his, learned to cook his favorite dishes, and catered to his every need. Yet to him, she was no more than a housekeeper. He neither hid his disdain nor spared her his indifference. His insults, his cold stares—she bore them all in silence. She didn't care. As long as she fulfilled her task, the day would come when she could finally leave this world behind. However, when Charlotte truly died, the cold and aloof Eric, who had always appeared so composed in front of others, lost his mind...

My mother-in-law has gotten kidnapped, and yet my husband, Josiah Broadway, decides to celebrate the success of his childhood sweetheart, Vivian Spencer's performance with her. The kidnapper has requested a ten-million-dollar ransom. If he doesn't receive the money in his bank account in an hour, he'll kill the hostage immediately. But my calls to Josiah's phone never go through. When there's only one minute left on the timer, Josiah calls me back calmly. "Since that hag is already that old, she might as well die. I'm not wasting my money on her." Just like that, my mother-in-law is thrown into the sea by the furious kidnapper. The search-and-rescue team has to resort to using long hooks in order to fish her corpse out of the sea. As soon as the body is delivered to the crematorium, Josiah sends me a voice message excitedly. "Have your mom's corpse sent to the studio! Vivian's performance needs a corpse anyway! Using a real corpse will make the whole performance seem more realistic!" I'm pissed off, to say the least. So, that bastard thinks that my mom is the one who died, huh? After that, I have my mother-in-law's corpse, which is completely disfigured from all the fishing and hooking, sent to the studio without any hesitation.

Als Tochter eines Verbrecherbosses zu leben, ist niemals einfach—es gibt Regeln. Es ist ein Risiko, irgendwo ohne Waffe zu sein, und jede Form von Schwäche ist verboten. Doch sie wurde nicht als die Person geboren, die sie heute ist. Alles änderte sich an einem einzigen Nachmittag. Ariel Isadora trug eine Seele, verdunkelt von Hass auf jene, die sie bereitwillig dem Tod überlassen hatten. Sie wurde gerettet und aufgenommen, und schon bald wurde sie unter der Obhut des berüchtigten Andrew Spencer zu einem anderen Menschen. Drei Jahre später war aus ihr jemand geworden, der Gefahr und Furcht gleichermaßen anzog. Sie schwor Rache an denen, die ihr Leben so leichtfertig weggegeben hatten. Ihr Herz wurde zu Eis—zu etwas, das kein gewöhnliches Feuer zu schmelzen vermochte. Sie wurde Leira A’rodasi. „Wenn du leben willst, ist Schwäche keine Option“, sagte ihr Retter. Doch Liebe war eine Schwäche—und sie war unvermeidlich.