Standing There Menacingly

My mate-to-be, Ethan, said he had some urgent work come up right before our planned full moon trip. He bailed. I was missing him like crazy, so I immediately drove for over ten hours to his city. I hadn’t told Ethan I was coming. There I was, flowers in hand, standing outside his mansion, ready to give my destined mate a sweet surprise. But then I caught the mixed scent of Ethan and another female werewolf. The scent was sickeningly familiar. Amber Collins. Ethan’s ex-mate. I fought back the burn in my nose, my eyes already red, and pushed the door open. And what did I see? Them, sharing a glass of red wine, cuddled up, practically on top of each other. When Ethan finally noticed me, he jerked his arm away from Amber, walked stiffly over, his voice laced with panic. "Scarlett, why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

Who would you choose when your left between the two of them? The one which you've been best friends forever and suggests playing lovers to make the other one jealous? Or the bad vampire who is impatient to take his mate from this world? They don't care. They own the world they live in. Ruthless prices in different worlds. For them, nothing is far in love and war. Who's gonna beat the other? What about the girl standing between the two lovers? Which one is she gonna choose? .... " How drunk are you?" He said as his eyes fell to my lips again. " Scale of one to ten? Solid twelve." I don't know when I got so out of breath, but I felt like all the oxygen that was once in my lungs had escaped without me even noticing. " You?" " Thirteen and a half." He responded not taking his eyes off my lips." How much are you going to regret in the morning?" " A lot." " Want to make it more?" " Yes!" I responded not even thinking.

Just as Justin proposed to me, a phone call interrupted him. Standing close by, I clearly heard the voice on the other end of the line. “Justin, I’m hurt. My leg hurts so much!” Justin snapped the ring box shut and looked at me. “Alice is injured. I’ll have to do this another time.” With those words, he sprinted away, leaving everyone around us staring in astonishment. I had never met Alice, but her presence lingered in every corner of our lives.  At meals, Justin would mention her fondness for sweet desserts.  When I dressed, I came to know her love for soft lavender hues. I argued, I wept, I lashed out, but Justin always countered with the same line. “You’re so jealous. Everyone has their first love. She’s my past, but you’re my future.” So, I turned to a man who had once called me his first love—Quentin—and made a bold proposition. “Let’s get married.”

After eating a poisonous, hallucination-inducing mushroom, I genuinely thought I’d woken up inside a spicy erotica novel. I was the heroine—a live-in housekeeper working for a rich heir, the kind of impossibly handsome, impossibly wealthy man who only exists in fiction. When I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, I felt… oddly disappointed. I muttered under my breath, “Only six guys? What, do I need to take Sundays off?” The heir let out a short, disbelieving laugh. A slow, dangerous one. “If I’d known you were this bold,” he said, “I wouldn’t have bothered being gentle.” The moment the hallucination faded, I grabbed his sleeve and practically burst into tears. “Honey, I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean any of that.” He loosened his tie with maddening calm and murmured, “Relax. No one here takes Sundays off. And if you’re that eager to follow the plot of your little erotica novel… we can start right now.”

Every woman who marries into the Ardhana family dies on her wedding night. Alika, a quiet orphan with no memory of her origins, receives an unexpected marriage proposal from Damar Ardhana—a wealthy heir known for his cold demeanor and the dark rumors surrounding his bloodline. The townspeople whisper of a curse. Seven brides. Seven deaths. All on the first night. Alika doesn’t believe in superstitions—until she finds herself standing in front of an ancient mansion atop a mist-covered hill, saying vows to a man who won’t meet her gaze. That night, she hears whispers behind the walls. Sees a bride in the mirror who isn’t her. And remembers fragments of a life she never lived. Something isn’t right. Something inside this house wants her dead. But something else… wants her to remember. Now, trapped between a marriage she can’t escape and a past that won’t stay buried, Alika must uncover the truth before she becomes the next name on the gravestone. Because this curse doesn’t kill at random. It kills for a reason.

His breath heated her bare skin. "You. . . shouldn’t be. . . here.” She shivered.“But now I am.”He placed his first finger on the knot of the towel, and slightly dragged it out of position, letting it fall to the ground. Now she was standing naked before him, she couldn’t do a thing, not even to hide her pride.His gaze fell on her breast, slowly down to her V spot. A smirk played on his lips, as if staring right at that junction was heaven. The power to resist the urge burning in her was gone, rather her body responded positive to it.“Kiss me, Luci. Please. . .kiss me.”A Bargain Must Be Fulfilled.My rules.A life is needed.That was the deal.The night started as it should. It was supposed to be a meeting. But then something happened.Something I was wholly unprepared for. And what I saw changed everything.Sonia. I wanted her at all cost.I broke my own rules after that. And I didn’t keep my end of the bargain.Because walking away was no longer an option I would grant either of us, no matter the cost.

They say that the Goddess is pure, an angel, a mother. She only knows love. But there are good and bad sides. Even to the gods. Being born into the packs engaged in hatred, Alaric and Viviana's fate was arranged long before they were born. “I reject you.” Viviana blurts the moment she witnesses Alaric standing ahead of her. But with time, their mate-bond take charge making it impossible to resist each other. Despite of the fierce rejection, Alaric still adores Viviana with all his might. But what about Viviana? Why did she reject him? Why does she have problem trusting the Goddess? Is it her past, her Wolf, the curse on her mate bond, or something else? With Viviana and Alaric pushing their fate, will Viviana be able to convince the Goddess or does the latter seeks a brutal bloodshed! A journey like none with the Goddess playing an angel and devil, how would Viviana thrive through without letting her mate burn to ashes! Book #1 of 'Rejected' Series. Cover credits: Image is taken from Internet and Cover designed by Author (Pooja Bansal) Instagram Handle- Pooja.bansal.92560

Eva, the only daughter of King William, faces an enormous obstacle in her life when her father suddenly passes away. Her one true love Rick, abondons her and she becomes a standing joke in the entire nation which once worshipped her. To make the matters worse, she has to deal with her step mother, who not only treats her like a debris but is also greedy for wealth and power. Troy a young man, born with a silver spoon has suddenly been handed over the authority of the leading company, after his father's demise. Unlike Eva, he is least bothered about his positioning and is a typical brat and a casanova. He is Rick's childhood friend who catches Eva's eye. But what happens when Eva strikes a deal with Troy to become the royal son- in law for wealth, power and also to win over Rick's love? While Troy gets to silence his dying grandmother and tabloids, Eva gets to revenge her step mother and also win back Rick's love.

After my engagement to Simon Page, he secretly planned a trip abroad with Yara Watson, the woman he had loved for years. The day before their departure, he was chatting with his friends and Yara in the lounge of a golf club. "Simon, you just got engaged, and you're already taking Yara on a trip. Aren't you afraid Rosalyn will find out?" Simon scoffed. "I hired a guy to pose as her suitor. He’ll keep her so occupied that she won’t have time to bother me. "If something really happens between them, even better. I can use it as an excuse to officially end the engagement and be with Yara openly." Standing outside the door, I trembled as his words sank in. Tears streamed down my face as I looked at the handsome man behind me, his expression filled with guilt. "Then let’s grant him his wish and get married." But just as I was preparing for the wedding, Simon suddenly knelt before me in agony. "Rosalyn, I was wrong. Please, don’t marry him!"

I married Eleanor Vance on the very same day her true love was getting married next door. Just as we were about to exchange rings, the man himself stormed into our ceremony. Red-eyed and shaking, he announced that the only woman he'd ever loved was Eleanor and that he couldn't go through with marrying the fiancee waiting for him, the one battling a terminal illness. Eleanor didn't even look at me. She pulled her hand from mine and ran after him. I was left standing there, humiliated, while my mother was so angry she ended up in the hospital. Later, the abandoned bride and I caught each other's eyes for a moment. I asked quietly, "Do you want to switch grooms?" Three years passed before Eleanor came back. She was crying, saying she regretted everything. But I scooped up both kids from the backseat, one in each arm. I stepped aside and said, "Excuse me. I'm in a hurry to pick up my wife from work."