Stefan Salvatore Elena Gilbert

Damon Philips and Vanessa Monday have loved each other since they could imagine, but neither of them had the courage to say it out loud. Now Damon is stuck with Jessica. What would become of their love when Jessica suddenly announces that she is pregnant for Damon and somehow gets him to engage her? Would their love scale through all obstacles or would it crash and burn?

Tragedy struck for Katherine Paul, whose life has always been one rollercoaster of unfortunate events. Now she has to accept the help of the infamous Shawn Blackwell, a man she knew about a little too well. She knew she should say no, for his help came with conditions too cruel to imagine, but who could refuse the Blackwells? Shawn Blackwell had always lived to serve the Blackwell name, but he could not bear agreeing to an arranged marriage, so without thinking he did the exact opposite... grab the closest poor girl he could find and make her his, creating a forbidden love, but his plan didn't turn out as simple as he thought.

Lonzo Hernández por fin aceptó mi propuesta de matrimonio. Me pidió que me arreglara preciosa porque, según él, tenía una sorpresa preparada. Cuando llegué, radiante, a la ceremonia… no había novio. Lonzo se volvió hacia mi hermanastra, Amarissa Jiménez, y le sonrió: —Dices que las bodas son tediosas. Hoy voy a mostrarte una que sí es divertida, ¿va? El maestro de ceremonias ―mi hermano Macerio Jiménez― alzó la voz: —¡La boda queda pausada! Mi amigo de la infancia, Guillermo Mendoza, soltó el globo de agua que tenía listo sobre mi cabeza y me empapó de pies a cabeza. Lonzo arqueó las cejas, burlón: —Alfreda, solo era una broma. ¿De veras creíste que me casaría contigo? Aquella “boda” no era más que una farsa para animar a la deprimida Amarissa. Yo callé; él insistió con una risita: —Si traes tantas ganas de casarte, elige a cualquiera de los invitados y cásate con él. Cuando aparecí del brazo de un verdadero novio… se les borró la sonrisa.

Elara’s life is shattered when she is forced into an arranged marriage with Damian Volkov—the ruthless Alpha of a powerful werewolf pack and the feared king of the mafia underworld. As the daughter of a desperate businessman who struck a dangerous deal, Elara becomes nothing more than a pawn in a world of violence, secrets, and supernatural power. Damian is cold, calculating, and possessive, ruling with an iron fist both in the criminal world and among his kind. At first, their marriage is nothing more than a contract—an agreement to secure power and settle debts. But as Elara defies him at every turn, she awakens something primal in the Alpha King, something far more dangerous than any enemy. Torn between duty and the growing intensity of their bond, Elara must navigate a world of deadly rivalries, betrayals, and forbidden passion. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, she realizes that escaping Damian’s grasp may be impossible—not because of the deal that binds them, but because her heart may no longer want to run. In a world where love and power collide, will Elara survive her fate, or will she become the queen of darkness beside the Alpha Mafia King?

“You wear my mark,” the Alpha King growled, fingers tightening around Nyra’s wrist as the bond flared painfully between them. “But you are not my mate.” Across the hall, the woman beside his throne smiled, her borrowed bite glowing faintly against her skin, while Nyra’s shadow burned beneath her clothes, answering a call no lie could silence. Nyra Vale was cast out as a wolfless omega, betrayed by her lover, erased by her pack, and condemned for a mark she never meant to wear. But the bite on her shoulder belongs to Rhaegon Ashmoor, the Alpha King who claimed her in darkness… and was deceived into crowning another. As a false Luna ascends the throne, the real mate awakens something ancient and forbidden within Nyra, an inheritance powerful enough to shatter kingdoms and drive an Alpha mad with hunger. A stolen mark. A hollow bond. And a mate who refuses to kneel.

Clara Shawn wasn't one to regularly attend parties, she was a simple human girl that preferred to stay in and read a reasonable romance novel. However her roommate, Lydia, was quite the opposite and when she dragged Clara to this mysterious party outside campus, it brought Clara to the extremely handsome Nicholas Young, a 200 year old vampire with an ego as huge as there can be. Nicholas saved Clara when no one else even noticed that she needed help, but they soon discovered that they were immensely attracted to each other in a way that was beyond explanation. At first Nicholas was just curious as to what was so special about this human girl so he pursued her, little did he know that they would end up falling hopelessly in love with each other.

Johan Williams is a seventeen years old lad, a normal high school student, dating his childhood sweetheart out of similarity, it wasn't out of love.     He knew something was wrong, he isn't attracted to females no matter how much effort he puts in. Filled with anxiety, questions, Johan needed to talk to someone who knew better but when he bumped into the named Haruto at a club, the richest dude in his school, demanding to be friends with benefits, all broke loose.     When the feeling called love comes into their relationship, Haru disappears.      One is abandoned, his heart fills with hatred.     The other is abused, no turning back.    Given their circumstances, will these two students ever come across each other and accept each other's feelings or never to see the other again? For more details, questions and more books, follow me on Facebook Elena Titania. IG - elena_titania (New account) Thank you!

Via suffers from the disease of a visual hallucination; unable to distinguish the difference between the reality and hallucination whenever she was on its period. On the positive side, she was able to perform artistic talent on the stage and created a number of masterpieces based on what she sees in her hallucination period. Struggling with her disease, she became an ambitious painter since her childhood, has developed an extreme obsession with her talent in creating lifelike paintings as her only source of recovery. She had won numerous art competitions in various places enough to land her on a list of respected artists in her country of origin and popularity among her peers. However, this was not supported by her parents who lacked the proper knowledge in mental illness. She had been socially isolated for the twenty years of her life, as commanded by her helicopter parents. Determined to escape from the forced solitude and to treat her disease, she joined a prestigious art competition to achieve financial and emotional independence.

My husband's childhood sweetheart took the Cullinan I gave him for a midnight joyride. One person ended up critically injured. He wired half a million euros from the family account to hire a fall guy, then flew her to Switzerland for a ski trip. I called him from outside the operating room, desperate. "Your father is dying. Authorize the surgery, now!" He laughed, her head on his shoulder in the video call. "Using my father's health to lie? Sofia, you've crossed a line." The line went dead. The heart monitor flatlined. Later, at his father's funeral, he raged, swearing to find the killer and make them pay. I looked at the gathered family elders, then pointed at the trembling woman behind him. "The killer is right there. The one you paid to protect."

Ten years of marriage, and my husband slid the divorce papers across his mahogany desk. "You contributed nothing to this family. Under the prenup, you walk away with nothing." "Consider this a courtesy. Ten thousand a year. A hundred grand for a decade of your youth." "Don't even think about touching a cent of family money." I smiled and signed. I'm the kind of woman who's already died once. The next day, I took that hundred-thousand-dollar check and walked straight into the territory of his most dangerous enemy—Dominic Salucci. The man who controls half the East Coast underworld looked at me like I was inventory he hadn't ordered. "Why should I help you?" I leaned in close. "Because I know every decision Vincent Moretti is going to make for the next ten years. Every property. Every shipping route. And I know about the son he's hiding in Zurich." He studied me for a long moment. Then he smiled. "Interesting." What he doesn't know—what Vincent doesn't know—is that in my last life, men like them buried me without a second thought. This time, I'm going to watch every last one of them kneel.