Strawberry Tears

Being discarded by my family and betrayed by my fiancé and step-sister was not the dream future I wanted. This was supposed to be a grand alliance between the two packs. But I was cornered in anger by this betrayal. Until I had to leave and decided to be more flexible, that night's meeting became the starting point of an unexpected future. Yes, just like the time, I couldn't scream anymore, and only tears of pleasure fell down my cheeks. "Uh, I'm close." So close that I didn't realize if we would look at each other again later. Not on the bed, but on the desk. "Damn, I keep imagining how he moves on top of me." Now, how could I work as his secretary with such a dirty mind?

I was on my knees, begging Henry to take our daughter to the amusement park for her birthday. She was going to have surgery for her ailing kidneys, and she wanted time alone with her father. He agreed to it, only for our daughter to wait in the cold, never showing up even as she passed out coughing blood. Through her tears, she asked me why her father favored his other daughter so much—was she such a bad girl? She died with her hopes crushed. Her phone slid off her fingers, still playing a video… A video of her own father renting out the largest amusement park out there just to celebrate the birthday of his mistress' daughter!

Dragons, a curse, feisty women, and spicy adventure from another world will leave you panting for more. Add heartache, steamy scenes and undeniable courage to know you’re in the land of the Dragon Fire Chronicles. Get ready to be carried away with laughter and tears beginning with Bastian and Acasia as they navigate the fiery trail of love and betrayal. Layrn and Roxanne will melt your panties and leave you breathing fire. Sarn and Sierra are up next in an emotional journey filled with steamy scenes. Tahr and Pepper lead the fight against the curse and risk everything for love. After the war settles a baby dragon might be all grown up in the thrilling conclusion. What are you waiting for? Fire Chronicles is created by Holly S. Roberts/D’Elen McClain, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Fate has terrible plans for Ariyana, the only daughter of the power couple Alpha King Kian and Luna Queen Nyla. Separated from her parents at the age of two, she has been leading the life of an Omega in a faraway pack. Her wolf remains dormant, yet a pull she can't explain draws her to the infuriatingly sexy Alpha Kayden. He's oblivious to their fated bond, leaving Ari devastated after a forbidden night. But betrayal and murder shatter their fragile connection. Accused of dark magic, Ari faces exile and the wrath of a heartbroken Alpha. As she fights the cruel fate and finds her true identity, would she reclaim her mate before a vengeful curse tears them apart forever?

While they slice me apart, I desperately call my brother, Nathan Slade. He finally picks up as my consciousness starts to slip and answers in an annoyed voice, "What now?" "Nathan, help—" I don't get to finish before he cuts me off. "Can't you ever go a day without drama? Gemma's graduation is at the end of the month. Miss it, and I swear I'll kill you!" Then, he hangs up without a second thought. The agonizing pain swallows me whole, and my eyes close for good, tears still trailing down my cheeks. Well, good news, Nathan… You won't have to kill me because I'm already dead.

When my boyfriend, Mark Jamison, gets in a car accident that leaves him paralyzed, I pawn the ring my mother left to me before she died to help him. With hands that have never been used to do any work or a single household chore in my life, I start lugging around delivery bags. In the middle of a rainstorm, I get assigned to deliver a food order worth 10,000 dollars, with a 100-dollar tip. Just as I happily celebrate my luck, I overhear the raucous laughter coming from inside the villa. "She actually believes you got paralyzed in a car accident? She now spends all day doing deliveries just to support you financially? She even sold off her dead mom's ring?" "She'd probably cry her heart out if she ever finds you're actually a wealthy scion worth tens of billions of dollars, who's just pretending to be poor!" Mark twirls the wineglass he's holding and says, "A lowly woman like her was born to wait on others. She brought it upon herself by always being better than Rosie back in school. Messing with her is the punishment she deserves." I continue to stand in the rain, tears rolling down my cheeks. This is how I find out Mark has spent the last two years faking his condition just to help his childhood sweetheart get back at me. His so-called paralyzed legs, deceased parents, and helpless tears are all just part of a meticulously executed lie. I haven't talked to my father, the richest man in town, for years. But now, I have finally decided to call him. "I lost, Dad. I'll accept the marriage alliance and marry the guy you picked for me."

"How much for one night?" He asked and she felt tears forming in her eyes due to the humiliation. "Leave me!" She said angrily, trying to free herself from his grip. He chuckled humorously seeing her fruitless action. "Don't act innocent baby. I know how you orphans sleep your way up." He said and jerked her towards him. Tears ran down her cheeks hearing him. She felt humiliated! He brought his face dangerously close to hers and whispered in her ear, "Name your price for one night and submit yourself to me." "I said leave me! I am not-" "Drop the act. I can give you any amount you ask for. Just one night and it will be over." Saying he nuzzled his face in her neck. *** Killian Sullivan. A twenty-two years old man with rage running deep in his veins, eyes looking down at everyone and heart full of hatred for others. A sadist who enjoys others' pain and suffering. He has got everything he wanted- Money, fame, power and girls. That is until a girl refused to sleep with him and he took it as a challenge. Amara. A seventeen year old orphan (soon turning eighteen) with dreams in her eyes, lips spread into a smile and heart full of love. Her life was going smoothly until one day she met with the devil who destroyed her Completely. What will happen when Amara slapped Killian in front of everyone and he decides to get revenge on her? What will happen when they both hate each other with their guts but are forced to be in a contract marriage? How did a mere slap result in a contract marriage? Will love blossom between them or will the sins of Killian overshadow their relationship? Read the story to find out!

“Please, don’t marry him. I love you. How am I supposed to live without you?” Williams’s voice broke as he pleaded, desperation seeping into every word. Slowly, deliberately, Elodie slid the engagement ring off her finger. Without hesitation, she hurled it at him, the sharp metallic sound of it hitting the ground cutting through the air like a knife. “Get lost, Williams,” she spat, her tone icy. “I never want to see your face again.” Williams stared down at the ring, the very one he had chosen with so much love and care, now lying discarded like it meant nothing. Without another word, he turned and walked away, his steps heavy. He didn’t look back, and with every step he took, the distance between them felt insurmountable. As his figure disappeared from view, Elodie stood frozen, her body trembling. The tears she had been holding back finally spilled over, and she collapsed to her knees. The ring, still glinting faintly on the ground, caught her eye. With shaking hands, she reached for it and cradled it in her palm. Her sobs grew louder as she pressed the ring to her lips, her tears soaking into her skin. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible through the sobs. “I’m so sorry, Williams.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the struggle for dominance, Elodie Richards unknowingly becomes a pawn— an object of a cruel joke that shattered her once blissful life. Falling prey to an evil scheme, she let go of the one thing that mattered most in her life; Williams Storm. When the truth comes to light, will Elodie be able to right her wrongs and win back the heart she shattered into pieces, even when Williams' once–loving eyes are filled with nothing but contempt for her?

On the day that was supposed to be my wedding—the bride wasn’t me. The ceremony I’d waited for five years for turned into a joke when Valentina, my sister, walked down the marble aisle in a white wedding dress. Her arm was linked with Luca’s — the man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the altar. “I’m sorry, Bianca,” she said softly. “But you are no longer the bride today.” Then she touched her stomach, eyes gleaming with triumph. “I’m pregnant with Don Romano’s child.” Her words detonated inside my skull, and the whole world went silent. As if afraid I wouldn’t believe her, she lifted something glossy up towards the light. A black-and-white ultrasound image. It read clearly: Gestational age — 12 weeks. My eyes burned, tears stinging as I turned to Luca, desperately searching for anything—a denial, an explanation, regret. Instead, he only sighed, weary and resigned. “Bianca, I’m sorry.” he said helplessly. “Valentina doesn’t have much time left. This wedding… it was her last wish.” “I’ll make it up to you,” he added. “We can have another wedding later.” My father, Moretti, stood behind him, wearing the same stern expression he’d worn my entire life. I have never seen him smile at me, not even once. “Bianca,” he said sharply, “Your sister is dying. Let her have this.” My brother nodded without saying a single word, as if that was enough to be a solid answer. All my life, they had chosen her—her tears, her whims, her needs—over mine. Today was no different. Something inside me quietly cracked. Fine. If no one in this family cares about me, I’ll leave.

I was a child who was born in a vocational school's toilet. To my mom, I was a stain in her life that she was given birth to after having her cherry popped by a delinquent when she was still young. I knew that Mom had been trying to kill me. Unfortunately, she hadn't succeeded so far. The first time she tried to get rid of me was when she decided to give birth to me in the toilet. It was a cold, winter month, yet she didn't give me anything warm to wear. The second time she attempted murder was when she got into grad school, which was based in the north. No one was around to take care of me, so she turned on the gas while holding me in her arms and clutching her train ticket. The third and last time happened when Mom was about to marry the man she loved. On the night before her wedding, she had tears streaming down her cheeks as she told me, "You're nothing but a burden. You ruined my life! "Do you know that I can only forget about all the pain and suffering you caused me after you die? Only then can I start a brand new chapter in my life!" I wiped Mom's tears off her face with my tiny hand. So, her wish was for me to die. On my birthday, my fever hit 104 degrees Fahrenheit. That was when I finally received the first slice of birthday cake in my entire life. I didn't have the heart to eat it, so I made my wish solemnly. "I hope that I will die soon." I heard that birthday wishes often came true. That way, Mom would be very happy.