Story Behind Medusa

His breath is hot against my ear, his voice a low, seductive murmur. “Even if you carried Medusa’s curse, I’d still want to stare into your eyes so my stone body could gaze into perfection for eternity.” His words send a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire I never knew existed.Isabella, a Luna cast aside by her pack for her inability to conceive, finally discovers she’s pregnant—only to catch her mate in bed with someone else. Heartbroken, she flees to a bar and finds solace in the arms of a mysterious stranger, surrendering to a night of passion she hopes will serve as revenge.What she doesn’t realize is that her stranger is Asher, the ruthless Alpha King—and her mate’s estranged stepbrother. Drawn back to her, Asher feels things he swore he never would, yet remains unaware of her true identity.Now, Isabella’s mate wants her back—and he wants their child. Torn between the mate who betrayed her and the powerful, dangerous Alpha who stirs her deepest desires, Isabella is thrust into a battle between two brothers who will stop at nothing to claim her as their own. But when she uncovers the truth behind her mate bond, she must decide if either man is worthy of her heart

I am about to be forced to marry the most ruthless old mafia boss in the city. However, one morning, I woke up naked in an unfamiliar bed and realized I had sex with a stranger. The worst thing is, now he is standing in front of me at my engagement dinner. “Mr. Guerrero,” someone says to my fiancé from behind me. “Your son has arrived.” Great. My one night stand is my fiance's son. When I ask him to pretend nothing ever happened. He chuckles. “And what if I don’t want that, future-Mrs.-Guerrero?” My breath catches when he leans in close, his breath hovering over my ear. “Or… should I call you mother?”

Samantha was condemned to slavery for a crime she didn’t commit—her twin sister’s mistake that left Alpha Kade’s parents dead and his sister broken. For five years, she endured beatings, humiliation, and the torment of serving Kade, who was once her childhood friend. When Samantha discovered she was carrying Kade’s pup, her secret was exposed: Kade was her fated mate. But instead of protection, Kade delivered the cruelest punishment of all: “I reject you as my mate. I never wanted you before, and I don’t now.” Shattered by his words, Samantha’s life ended in agony. Yet the Moon Goddess granted her a second chance at life... This time, how will Samantha live on? How will she take her revenge? And what greater purpose lies behind the Moon Goddess’s plan for her rebirth?

After eight years trapped in a cruel Catholic orphanage, Anna never expected her freedom to come at the hands of dangerous Mafia men. The father of the family that adopted her is a ruthless Mafia lord. In his world, kindness has a price, and nothing is done without reason. And his two sons are both deadly attractive. Leandro is very good at making Anna forget where she is. He treats her like she belongs, but his affection hides secrets just as dangerous as his father’s world. Giovanni is the opposite--cold, disciplined, and bound by duty just like his father. Yet behind his sharp words and quiet glances, the tension between him and Anna sparks into something neither of them can deny. Caught between the two brothers, Anna's hidden desire begins to surface. In a house built on lies and power, love might be the most dangerous game of all.

Andrea Reeves, the new hire in finance, is all looks and no brains. On payday, she mistypes my wages in the payroll system, sending only one cent to my account. Because of that, my payment fails when I try to buy Mom's life-saving medication, and she dies full of regret. Before I can confront Andrea, she bursts into tears, smudging her mascara and makeup. "Ms. Walton, I'm so sorry. I accidentally sent your pay to the janitor you fired. The one who's a single mom. Can't you just think of her as your other mom?" Norman Halt, the finance director—and my husband—immediately shields her behind him. "Don't blame Andrea. If you didn't have enough money saved up, why are you pretending to be the dutiful daughter now?" I nearly faint from crying so hard. Wracked with guilt, Andrea shows up at the funeral with an entire marching band in tow. The mourning hall turns festive and lively, leaving my family and friends stunned. I lose it and yell at her to leave, but she looks completely hurt. "It's already so tragic that she dies from an illness. I just want to give her a joyful send-off!" Furious, the asthma I've managed for years flares so abruptly that my hands shake as I take out my inhaler. She slaps it away and screams, "How could you use such illegal substances? That's against the law!" Blue-lipped and gasping, I crumple to the ground. In my final moments, I hear Andrea's tearful voice. "This is all my fault. I'm an idiot… I didn't realize it's just medicine…" Norman covers for her. "It's not your fault. Spread the word that Ms. Walton died of grief over her mother's passing." That night, my body is cremated. My death goes silent and unnoticed. When I open my eyes again, it's payday all over again.

During a charity gala, my boyfriend bids on a pair of matching watches but gives one of them to his true love. The media excitedly capture the scene and ask, "You bought a million-dollar watch without even batting an eye, Mr. Loewe. You've been single all these years—is it time for you to make an official announcement on your relationship status?" Everyone off stage applauds him, and I join them. I give him my blessings for his so-called announcement. To make it up to me, he attends my birthday celebration. Yet he pushes me into the cake to make his true love happy. Unbeknownst to him, there's a steel rack in the cake to keep it steady. I end up bloodied and on the brink of death.

After my granddaughter is bullied by her classmates, the bully's family not only refuses to apologize but behaves arrogantly as well. Since they have connections in the city, the school doesn't dare intervene. I turn to the police, but they only urge me to let it go. The bully's family even boasted that they have people in the court, daring me to sue them. With every path to justice cut off, I have no choice but to take out the two Medals of Honor left behind after my son and daughter-in-law died in service, and kneel at the gates of the military compound. Six years ago, when the general personally delivered those medals to our home, he'd said, "Your son and daughter-in-law gave their lives for the country. They are heroes, martyrs, and the pride of our nation." But now, I want to ask him again. Why is it that when a martyr's daughter is bullied, no one protects her?

A stampede happened at my daughter's kindergarten. Timothy Horuson was in a hurry to save his first love's son, and he pulled away someone else's hand. A hand reached out to him, hoping for him to save her. His daughter's hand. And the light in my daughter's eyes faded. The longing for fatherly love she had held on to for so long vanished. I risked my life to save her. She looked at me quietly. "I'll go with you, Mom. We'll leave Dad behind and go somewhere he'll never find us."

On my way to the bank, I stumbled across a post: [What's the most shameful thing you've done behind your partner's back?] One comment stood out: [I secretly married my first love, and my girlfriend keeps dumping money into our joint account like an idiot. She actually thinks I'm saving for a house. There's already sixty-seven grand in there. Once she hits eighty, I'm taking it all!] The flood of likes made my stomach twist. I pulled up my account balance. Sixty-seven grand. Not a penny more, not a penny less. So, my boyfriend secretly married his ex.

After a one night stand, I opened my eyes and found a naked handsome man lying next to me. He was the last Lycan. According to the rumors, the last Lycan went crazy every full moon. He could only be tamed by having sex with a virgin werewolf. Every pack sent virgins to sacrifice to the last Lycan, and I was the chosen one. Before he woke up, I escaped quietly. But it's strange how my wolf became more powerful! Could sex with a Lycan make me stronger?! --- The Lycan was a wall of masculine muscle behind me. His body heat scorched me even through my wedding dress; his breath seared the shell of my ear as he leaned closer and whispered, "Mate..." If the last Lycan was the Devil, I thought I might want to go to hell. --- When I rescued the last Lycan from his cage, I never thought that one day, I would be put into a cage by him.