Storm Reid Ethnicity

Opening her eyes after a slight concussion in her head, Mia realized that she was in bed with a strange man, both naked and hugging each other tightly on a messy bed that reeked of sex. While Mia was in a state of mental panic, Mia's husband Andy led a group of people to storm into the room. They accused her of adultery and deprived Mia of all her rights and assets after the divorce. Not stopping there, Andy hired a group of people to drive Mia to death to cover up his heinous crime. God has mercy on the innocent, Mia probably used up all her luck in this life to crawl out of hell. Her body was covered with terrible wounds that were bleeding drop by drop. Suddenly, a hand reached out in front of Mia. A familiar voice rang out, he said. "Do you want to take revenge on your bastard husband? I will help you."

Alicia thought she’d married perfection, until the mask slipped and the monsters stepped into the light. Betrayed by her husband and his lover, she died despite Catherine’s desperate warnings, and Catherine’s ultimate sacrifice to save her. But death isn’t the end. Alicia returns reborn: no longer the trusting woman who loved blindly, but a breathtaking force with a heart of ice and a ledger of debts to collect. Those who turned her life—and Catherine’s—into a nightmare will face the storm she’s become. Then a hand circles her waist, a voice low and certain: “You’re not Catherine. Who are you?” Andy’s eyes pin her, and the past and present collide. Who is she now? A woman forged by betrayal, sharpened by loss, and reborn to reclaim her power—even if love dares to stand in her way. A tale of rebirth, revenge, and a heart learning to beat again.

They don’t know me as Kaelyn Amric. Most of the pack doesn’t even know my name. I’m just the Alpha Prince’s twin sister. And that was always fine for them. But I wanted more. I wanted to be seen as me. Then he vanished. And with him, so did my life. Now, I’m heading to Storm Academy, an all boys school, disguised to find him. The only thing I still have is my name. But even that… isn’t really mine anymore. I was no longer an Amric, I was a nobody, an Altair. **** A girl. In an all boys academy? How did she become my roommate? And how would she make me keep her secret? She's reckless, too bold for her own good. And yet, somehow, she's my problem now. *Day 96 of Kaiven being missing. Regretfully yours, Evren.*

Taking over the responsibilities left by his brothers, Eltan Storm became the next scariest Don of Mafia Thunder after his father. The underworld became his kingdom, but there were two things he needed in his life: love and revenge. On one hand, Eltan wanted to avenge the death of his parents, and on the other hand, a part of him craved love. But bringing love into his life would mean more deaths, which he couldn't bear, until his eyes landed on Faith Mabel. Faith Mabel was working in the Berserkers, the most famous casino in Las Vegas. Having a traumatizing past, the last thing she expected was to pique the interest of her new boss, who was not only in the Mafia, but also a former artist. What will happen when Faith starts falling for Eltan? Will he reciprocate her feelings or push her away?

From Alpha’s daughter to slave. Even the mighty must fall, but Ivy isn’t the type to cower. No, she is the type you never see coming. With Enzo at her side and her tenacious heart, Ivy is thrust into a world that wasn’t meant for her. Enzo worries it’s all too much for Ivy, but there is a storm brewing in Ivy’s heart. One that is fueled by rage and vengeance as they grow closer to their prey.  Ivy will stop at nothing to finish her mission, including seducing the Alpha of the Silvermoon pack. Much to Enzo’s dismay, Ivy enslaves herself to the pack and catches the attention of the Alpha, but he isn’t what he seems and suddenly Ivy is battling on more than one front. One for her heart and one for her vengeance-seeking soul. But what happens when the lines begin to blur and even Enzo can’t pull her out?

"You shouldn't have kissed me," I whispered, heart racing. "But why did it feel like home?" Stanley had spent his whole life running from fate—rejecting mates, hiding his scars, and burying the wolf inside him. Until Joshua, a Alpha pretending to be a human with soft eyes and a voice like calm after a storm, crashed into his world. There was no bond. No mark. No reason. Yet, one kiss under the pulsing lights of the club shattered everything he thought he knew about destiny. Suddenly, the lines between wolf and man, strength and softness, began to blur. Now, hunted by his own kind and torn between instinct and emotion, Stanley must choose: reject what his heart wants… or rewrite what the moon once decided. A story of forbidden love, soul-deep longing, and the kiss that changed everything.

I've been mated to Alpha Alaric Goremane for five years, and I'm still a virgin. On the night he claims me, I stand before him, naked. With my heart pounding against my chest, I muster the courage to step forward and wrap my arms around him. But he pulls away, and then comes the words that lingered in my head for years like a devil's whisper. "I'm sorry, Kyna. I have severe germaphobia and can't handle physical intimacy. Please give me some time." In that moment, my heart plunges into the abyss. But when I see the torment in his eyes, I convince myself that he doesn't love me any less. He's just sick, and all I have to do is wait. So, I wait for five long years. On our fifth mating anniversary, I cross thousands of miles in a raging storm just to see the look of delight on his face when I surprise him. Sure enough, I see the warmth in his eyes and gentleness in his expression. But what a pity… it isn't for me. The Alpha, who claims to be an obsessive clean freak, is on one knee before his childhood sweetheart. He gently slips off her rain-soaked heels, dries her feet, and warms her cold toes with the heat of his palm. It's as if that's the most natural thing in the world, and as if his world holds no one else. He sighs. "Serene, how many times have I told you that you'll catch a cold? What would you do without me?" In that instant, the last of my delusions shatters. I finally realize that his germaphobia is selective, and I'm simply the one he can't bear to touch. Instead of making a fuss, I slip off the ring I've worn for five years and walk into the storm without looking back. Later, I hear he tries to win me back with the most expensive roses in the city. But the Kyna Lupen who loves him is long gone.

He was everything I should have run from— Zane Wilde: cruelly handsome, ruthlessly wealthy, dangerously charming. A storm in human form. Addictive in ways I never saw coming. He didn’t knock—he barged into my life. Into my space. Into my thoughts. Into my body. And I let him. With every touch, every word, he tore down the walls I’d built to protect myself from men like him. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. When I was bare. Defenseless. Hopelessly his... He walked away. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me, while he moves on untouched— like he never bled me dry. This isn’t a love story. It’s a warning. One that begins with obsession… and ends with ruin. ---Mature Audience Only---

"I bite and scratch," I warn him. His lips stretch into a cruel, sadistic smile. He is taunting me now, taking two bold steps forward with each tentative one I take back. "You'll crawl and beg too." ••• Seren Williams is running from a dark past shrouded in an enigma of haunting memories and nightmares. She doesn't plan to get caught in a portal which leads her straight to hell's doorstep, just as much as she doesn't plan on winding up in the bed of the very reaper tasked with keeping her captive. And she certainly doesn't plan her desire to be dominated and corrupted by said reaper in the most sinful ways, despite hating his crudity and domineering nature. But she does. And all of a sudden, her life begins to unfold as a tapestry of dark secrets. Will she survive the storm? *MATURE CONTENT*

I fell in love with the nanny's son. After boldly pursuing him, he reluctantly agreed to marry me. But I never expected his young lover to storm into my home like a madwoman, prying my mouth open to pour scalding water down my throat, pressing me into a sink full of dirty water, and finally pushing me down the stairs. My husband stood by my hospital bed, looking at my broken body with disdain. "Irene, every moment with you makes me sick," he spat, barely able to hide his impatience for my death. Yet, when I finally died, he sobbed uncontrollably in public, playing the role of the devoted, heartbroken husband. "Irene, don't leave me! You have no idea how much I wanted to die with you!" At that, I spoke softly from behind him. "Is that so?"