Still Breathing

Today is the death anniversary of Jordan Willis, the Alpha of the Moonshadow Pack. He's also known as my dead mate. My name is Sasha Calhoun, a she-wolf who descends from a family with a weakened bloodline. I'm also the current Luna of the Moonshadow Pack. In a world where the bloodline purity determines the status quo of werewolf society, I seem to exist solely to enter a marriage alliance with Jordan, the Alpha who comes from the most elite family with a pureblooded heritage. This is a political trade meant to strengthen Jordan's position in his family as well as reassure the Elder Council. A year ago, Alpha Jordan sacrificed himself in a blazing inferno while on a mission. I become the most pitied she-wolf in the pack who has to keep the only light on in my empty home. At the same time, I need to protect the only flicker of hope in this pack. As I carry a bouquet of white lilies, which were Alpha Jordan's favorite flowers when he was still alive, I approach his grave. The pup in my womb seems to have picked up on my emotions, for it kicks me gently. I can feel the hum of a powerful and pure-blooded lifeform from the movement. It's the lifeblood of a pup destined to become the future powerful Alpha. Even though I'm still carrying the pup, I still feel reassured and proud. But the next thing I know, I spot a wolf sinking down to one knee far away on the horizon. He appears to be proposing to my younger sister, Winnie Calhoun. Even though there's more than 300 feet between us, I can still smell the Alpha's familiar scent, which seizes me by my heart. After all, I had once immersed myself in that particular scent for countless days and nights in the past. That Alpha… is actually Alpha Jordan, who supposedly died one year ago! I instinctively clutch my belly, my palm caressing the newly-developed heartbeat of my unborn pup. Then, I call the pack guards.

Ava is a beautiful, focused and independent-minded lady who finally gets to date a man out of pity and she still keeps him because he matches up to the status of her dream man. But she is heavily crushing on her building mate whom she sleeps with and gets pregnant for. She is not ready for marriage but she still decides to keep the baby. Another baby walks into her life and she becomes a single mother of two. Liam and Carter are the men in her life. Olivia her friend betrays their friendship by involving in fraud and is jailed. Raquel finds out about her husband's secret lover and kills her by making it look like a suicidal act. She also kills Noah after realizing that he had found out her secret. Every character in the story gets to meet one another at different times.

A young man whose life was full of secret. A tragic fate separated him from his real family. But fate is still on his side as he met the man that will help him unveil the secret of his life. Everything will change as his true ideny comes to light.

Valerina is an innocent soul. Innocent but still hurt by everyone. She finally decided to free herself from the misery and entered the dark forest to save herself but destiny has different plans. Only if she knows that her destiny is evil. Her destiny is Augustus, King of darkness!

Having married for four years, but she was still a virgin. This was insane! Qeiza gave up and decided to petition her husband, Ansel, for divorce. In order to heal her broken heart, Qeiza fled to a foreign country and changed her identity to Ae Ri. Because of Chin Hwa’s help, Qeiza got a job as a personal assistant for the head of creative division. Qeiza thought her anguish was over after divorcing from Ansel. Yet, the fate reunited her with Ansel. Although her ex-husband didn’t recognize her, Qeiza still felt her inner peace crumble when a corporate partnership tied her to spend a lot of time with Ansel. Qeiza was in a dilemma, especially when Ansel was crazier about her without knowing her true identity. Who knew what kind of destiny awaited them both. Only God knew that. IG @lathifahnur117

Four years ago, Dianna Rosa fell in love with a man who promised her the world. Only to find out she was nothing more than his mistress. Heartbroken and betrayed, Dianna walked away from Zane Romano, heir to the powerful Romano Group, without a word. She disappeared, carrying pain, fury… and a secret she swore he’d never know. Now, she’s back. Not as the fragile lover he once knew, but as the lead attorney in a billion-dollar lawsuit against his empire. Their reunion in the courtroom ignites a firestorm of old wounds, sharp words, and dangerous chemistry. Zane is still cold, commanding, and dangerously charming. But Dianna? She’s not the woman he could control anymore. One wants justice. The other still wants her. But when buried secrets rise to the surface, they’ll have to choose....destroy each other, or burn together.

He is my childhood crush but he doesn't even look at me, he watches others embarrass me, he joins them to laugh at me. Yet I still want him but the person that wants me I don't want him either. What happens when Maddie signs a contract with the quarterback in order to make his childhood crush look her way? Will she be able to resist his charm or still want the jerk who takes her as nothing? She has been saving her V-card for him but doesn't even realize how much she has been tossed around by others and she realized it was all a bet having a one night stand with the guy she trusts so much and being mocked in school for it. Maddie’s life is shattered, will she be able to love again or lock away the wall of her heart?

Three months long is a book centred on love, romance and betrayal. It talks about what some people consider important in a relationship, and how certain decisions affect people. Olivia, the main character is at the center of a love triangle but still convinced herself to push forward against all odds.

Delilah thought she married the perfect man. Charming. Respectable. Devoted. But then she discovered the man she trusted was a fraud — cheating behind her back, controlling her every move, and secretly stealing from the people who once believed in him. Her marriage wasn’t love. It was a trap. And when she lost the child she was carrying, alone, abandoned, and broken in a cold hospital bed, everything shattered. That’s when he returned. Thorne Weston. The estranged, adopted brother her husband never spoke of. The boy who once made her college life hell — cruel words, wicked smirks and relentless taunts. He's her tormentor. Her shadow. The one who looked at her like he wanted to ruin her… and maybe always did. He disappeared after graduation. Vanished. Forgotten. But now he’s back — colder, richer, and far more dangerous. And he’s watching her. And when she breaks down in the hospital, barely breathing through grief, he corners her in the shadows and makes her an offer that freezes her blood — and sets her body ablaze. “You want revenge? I want you. Be mine… and I’ll destroy him for you.” She should scream. She should hate him. But hate doesn’t explain the fire curling in her belly every time he whispers her name. Hate doesn’t make her knees tremble when he steps too close, smelling of smoke, leather, and sin. And hate isn’t what makes her crave the rough, twisted salvation only he can give. Because Thorne Weston is no longer a cruel boy with a chip on his shoulder. He’s a man forged in violence. Obsessed. Possessive. Unhinged. And he doesn’t just want her — he owns her. Body. Soul. And every shattered piece her husband left behind.

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.