Spilled Milk

“You’re mine, little wolf,” Kaziel growled, his voice thick with need. “And tonight, I’m going to make sure you never forget it.” With one more thrust, he sent me over the edge, his fangs sinking into my flesh, the pain mixing with the pleasure. I screamed, my body quaking so hard, tears of pleasure spilled down my cheeks. …. Danika had been ignored and bullied by everyone but Tyler, her best friend. But on the night she was to confess her feelings to him, she was coldly rejected. Her world shattered, and when her foster father announced he was marrying Tyler’s mother, everything spiraled into chaos. Her fate changes when she encounters Kaziel, Tyler’s stepbrother, at a family dinner. The man Tyler despises the most. A monster bound by a curse and driven by an obsessive disorder. Danika is his mate. He claims her with a hunger that’s both terrifying and irresistible, igniting a fire that refuses to be tamed. Danika is the only one who can break the ancient curse suffocating Kaziel’s pack. But a vampire stalks their every move, and a fanatical cult seeks her blood to awaken a god. Caught between betrayal, desire, and danger, Danika must embrace the beast within or be destroyed by it. In a world ruled by monsters, can love be her salvation… or her undoing?

Set in 90's times... Jennifer used to be a cold hot headed teenage girl. She was living a normal life, not until she met Akira, a college guy who spilled a 1peso worth of juice on her 7,000 worth of peso bag. She then ended up being in love and in a relationship with him. One night under the full moon she witnessed with her two eyes how her boyfriend turned into a beast that the folks used to call it as a werewolf. She was totally shocked, however, she didn't feel afraid of Akira. Akira confessed about his true identity to her. She learned that every werewolf has a mate and that will only come within their breed. That makes her to persuade Akira to turn her also into a werewolf because she was afraid that Akira would be mated to another werewoman. As Akira fangs pierced on her neck, untold history before them, began to unfold in her mind. And when she totally became a werewolf, she ended up killing Akira. Her life of being a witch with a blood of a werewolf started. She came to the underworld to avenge her parents- the powerful white witches, who had been killed by the black witch and a father and son- werewolf. There, she saw again the face of the man she love, with a modest beautiful woman beside him who turned out to be Akira's mate.

Solene severe finizy priemmo is an ordinary woman. Isang ordinaryong babae na naniniwalang mag-mula nang mamulat siya sa mundo, puro kamalasan lamang ang nagaganap sa buhay niya. Ang miserableng buhay niya ay mas lumala pa ng tumira siya sa tiyahin. Not until realization hits her, she needs to live with her own and no one can dictate what she needs to do. Ang tadhana na mismo ang gumawa ng paraan para mag-tagpo ang mga landas nila ng lalaking may kulay abong mata na tila humihigop sa kanya kapag sila'y nag-kakatitigan. She met Hyde amoushe strovinstell. A multibillionaire heir and the CEO of Riotte Strovinstell, a well-known and successful five-star hotel chain throughout Asia, Europe, and the United States. Natuto siyang lumaban at higit sa lahat natuto siyang muling mag-mahal at buksan ang sarili para sa mga bagay-bagay. Not ever since when her cruel past has been spilled little by little, everything went lost in its place. She desperately desired to flee but she knew she couldn't... P.S. I do not own the pic. Credits to the owner of the pic used in book cover : )

My mom treated me like the dirt beneath her shoes but worshiped my cousin like a queen. Since I could walk, I had scrubbed clothes and cooked meals, but I would still be yelled at or smacked if I messed up. On the contrary, my cousin twirled in princess dresses and played the piano. She was cherished by my aunt and uncle like she was the center of their world. Then came the day everything changed. At my cousin's birthday party, my mom got drunk and spilled the secret—she switched me and my cousin at birth. It turned out that I wasn't her daughter; I was my aunt's daughter. I was over the moon. Finally, I thought I'd found my real family, people who might actually care about me. But when I told my aunt, she just smirked. "You think I didn't know? I don't want you. You'll never be my daughter." Her words hit me like a bucket of ice water. I couldn't understand. Why didn't anyone want me? But that day, I made a vow—I'd never beg for anyone's love again. Years later, when I got into Mayward University—the best educational institution in the country—I threw two DNA test reports on the table in front of them. For the first time, they both looked terrified.

Set in 90's times... Jennifer used to be a cold hot headed teenage girl. She was living a normal life, not until she met Akira, a college guy who spilled a 1peso worth of juice on her 7,000 worth of peso bag. She then ended up being in love and in a relationship with him. One night under the full moon she witnessed with her two eyes how her boyfriend turned into a beast that the folks used to call it as a werewolf. She was totally shocked, however, she didn't feel afraid of Akira. Akira confessed about his true identity to her. She learned that every werewolf has a mate and that will only come within their breed. That makes her to persuade Akira to turn her also into a werewolf because she was afraid that Akira would be mated to another werewoman. As Akira fangs pierced on her neck, untold history before them, began to unfold in her mind. And when she totally became a werewolf, she ended up killing Akira. Her life of being a witch with a blood of a werewolf started. She came to the underworld to avenge her parents- the powerful white witches, who had been killed by the black witch and a father and son- werewolf. There, she saw again the face of the man she love, with a modest beautiful woman beside him who turned out to be Akira's mate.

When my ex-husband, Hanson Rowse, got remarried, I jumped into the ocean with our ten-year-old daughter, Tess Rowse, in my arms. The police called Hanson and my parents. The wedding reception was cut short, and they all rushed over. My soul hung in the air above it all, watching as Tess was pulled from the water. The sight of her hit like a blade to the chest. At the hospital, my parents looked at her with nothing but cold indifference. My brother, Edward Wells, didn't hesitate. He stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face. "You're just like your mother! Always causing trouble and pulling cheap stunts like this just to get attention." Hanson's fists clenched. He scanned the area, and when he couldn't see me anywhere, anger spilled into his eyes. "Where's Melody? She picked my wedding day to pull this stunt, and now she won't even show her face? If she really wanted to die, why leave behind this burden?" At his words, Tess suddenly moved. She stumbled toward the window, climbed up, and before anyone could react, she jumped. The room went dead silent for a heartbeat. Then, the screaming started. What they didn't know was this: the first thing Tess and I learned at that reform school was obedience.

When I was six, I spilled hot water, slipped, and burned my face. My face was ruined. My parents learned their lesson and never let my younger sister do housework. To everyone they met, they praised her beauty, her charm. They turned to me with nothing but disdain. When I was ten, I had a high fever. They didn't think much of it and let it drag on until my brain was damaged, leaving me slow and dull. They learned their lesson again. From then on, if my sister so much as coughed, they would rush her to the hospital in the dead of night, showering her with care. I was like a failed experiment. Every mistake they made with me, they corrected for her. I was ugly, silent, dim-witted, unwanted. She was beautiful, sweet-talking, clever, adored by all. When I was diagnosed with depression, I gathered what little courage I had and told them. Mom lashed out, called me sick in the head, and accused me of being petty. If I was so capable, she said, I might as well die. It wasn't until my sister pushed me off a high-rise that they found out, by sheer accident, that she wasn't their child at all. I was their one and only biological child.

I found an old quill in an antique shop and decided to buy it since I have always wanted to write with quills. However, as soon as I touched the quill to the paper, I was transported into the book. I wasn't the only one there, though three males who always hide their identities behind masks were in the book with me. They claim the quill belongs to them, and I must return it. Since I refuse, they follow me into every book I go into. One day, I was debating which of my mature books to write when I accidentally spilled the ink onto my book, 1001 Dark Tales. The only way they'll help me out of the book is if I give the quill back, and there is now a fourth. As I go through more of the book with them, I start noticing things. Things I had never planned for in my book, and it concerned me because even though I hadn't written those parts yet, none of the other stories I had used the quill on had ever gone that off track. However, when we tried to leave the book, it wouldn't let us back out. It seems we're stuck in the book until we finish all 1001 Dark Tales.

They found her almost dead, thrown to the alligators in the deep bayou, by her own father. Chloe awakens to find herself a pawn in the vampires' cruel game of hearts, their favorite diversion from immortal tedium. When forced to select a companion, she chooses Hunter, another soul plucked from death's threshold. His initial curiosity blossoms into something far more perilous. "Love worth dying for," murmurs Callum, their master. Six couples. Six challenges. Six days. Victory demands genuine affection. The game unravels when wolf-shifters interrupt the proceedings. Their alpha, Liam, a black wolf, declares Chloe is his destined partner. Callum cautions him against violating ancient covenants, and Liam retreats temporarily. During the penultimate challenge, coinciding with her birthday, Chloe's dormant abilities surface. Liam returns, claiming her and abandoning Hunter to Callum's wrath. The vampire lord transforms Hunter and dispatches him to retrieve Chloe. Now married to Liam, Chloe longs for peace, but the game never truly ended. It has spilled into the enchanted bayou where it all began, where love, betrayal, and ancient secrets entwine. Who is Chloe really? And what price will she pay when she uncovers the truth about her bloodline?

I’m the Vettori family princess. The only one. It was our fifth anniversary. A big dinner party at the estate. A waiter spilled red wine on my husband Marco, heir to the Rossi family. My best friend, Sofia, slapped the waiter. Hard. Then she was all over Marco, helping him out of his jacket. Her hand lingered on his waist. A second too long. I just stood there, watching. Sofia saw me. "I was just closer, that's all. Helping him clean up. Don't overthink it." I just smiled. Grabbed my glass. I went to make the rounds with the old dons from the other families. I would finish this night with my head held high. Later that night, Marco crawled into my bed, stinking of booze. His hands were on my waist. He wanted sex. I pushed him off. "The alliance is over," I said, my voice dead. "We're finished." Marco sobered up fast. His face went cold. "I'm trying to apologize here. You're divorcing me because Sofia helped me with my jacket?" I laughed. He didn’t get it. Not until I threw the proof of his betrayal in his face. Not until I cut him off from my family. Then he was on his knees, crying, begging me to forgive him.