Superman Ain't Got Nothing On Me

“I, Leo Maxwell, Alpha of the Black Storm Pack, reject you, Maya Veneto, as my mate. I hereby declare Quinn Callahan as my true mate, mother of my child and Luna of the Black Storm Pack!” Maya, an omega born to an alpha father and an omega mother, gives up her title as the heir to the pack to her younger, alpha sister when they lose their kind-hearted mother. Instead, she pursues her dream of becoming a doctor and takes up the role at her mate’s pack. However, cruel rejection and tragedy knock on her door after she finds out that she is pregnant! Her mate rejects her for his childhood sweetheart while decimating Maya’s pack to nothingness, rendering the omega mute for life!! How will the rejected, silent, former Luna survive these setbacks amid a difficult, mate-less pregnancy? Will her good deeds melt the Moon Goddess’s heart and give her a second chance at life? Will she break under the pressure, or will she emerge powerful and victorious? And finally, what will happen when she finds out who is her second chance mate?

Looking at the bright sun, which is not so bright right now hiding itself to create darkness all around totally makes me think about my present situation. I heard that sound of footsteps entering the room, so I turned around and said, “Hey!” “Don’t start now. You will get your wish soon.” he said removing his coat. “We can’t!” I said, looking at him. “What do you mean? All these days you are asking nothing but for divorce papers. Now they will reach you in a few days for sure. Now why are you saying we can’t?” he asked with a completely blank expression. “I am pregnant!” I mumbled. “What?” he asked, stepping towards me in shock. “I.Am.Pregnant!” I said each word with force and then let the darkness consume me.

There will be revenge, there will be innocent people, and otherwise, and top of it a love story with a path which none of them expected to pass through. Note: Not a sequel or anything but just a third series in the Don't leave me franchise with complete different characters from the previous two series.

Noah Singh, heir to the powerful Singh Corporation, thought he had control over everything, until a stranger walked into his life. Kai Bennett, recently adopted into the family, seems innocent and obedient, but he harbors secrets, obsession, and a possessive streak Noah never expected. When Mr. Singh announces Kai will stay with Noah, tensions ignite. Noah believes Kai is an escort, and Kai uses the misunderstanding to subtly test boundaries, learning Noah’s triggers, manipulating situations, and planting the seeds of obsession. Kitchen run-ins, hallway encounters, and late-night tensions turn their forced cohabitation into a slow-burning, dangerous game of control and desire. Jealousy flares when Kai joins the male student council, and Noah can’t hide his territorial instincts. Yet even as Noah suspects Kai’s manipulations, he can’t resist him. Their relationship develops in secret, until Noah’s ex, Mia, resurfaces, scheming to reclaim him, forcing Kai away. But distance does not weaken Kai’s influence, he continues to shape events from afar. Two years later, Kai returns, more dangerous, more cunning, and immediately recognized by Noah. As their obsession escalates, external threats including a manipulative girlfriend and family interference push their boundaries to the edge. Lies, deception, and power struggles test their control, loyalty, and desire. When a staged attack exposes hidden truths, Kai’s life hangs by a thread, revealing shocking secrets about his identity and family connections. Yet even facing betrayal, danger, and manipulation, Noah and Kai’s bond proves unbreakable. In the end, the soft, innocent boy is gone. In his place stands a master of psychological games, possessive, obsessive, and utterly devoted. Together, Noah and Kai overcome every obstacle, claiming both their love and the family legacy while proving that obsession, when fused with desire, can be a force impossible to resist.

One year had gone by since my husband got married to me. I went back to the company for a celebration party. I'd just taken my seat when a woman with a Cartier ring around her finger splashed a glass of red wine in my face. "That's the chairman's seat, you slut! Who are you? How dare you take his seat!" The guests surrounded me and grabbed my hands and feet. Someone even kicked me down to the ground. I held my fury back. "I'm the chairman's wife! Matthew Grayson is my husband!" The woman yanked my hair and sneered at me. "So, you're the bitch he's forced to marry. He's already generous enough, letting you marry him. You live on his money, and now you're trying to steal his place and be the boss. I know sluts like you know no shame! Guards, throw her out!" I laughed mirthlessly. The man who leeched off me thought he could call the shots now. Still, I kept my fury in check and called his number. "Hello, Matthew. Did you tell everyone I lived on your money and that you're the boss of the company?"

“If I grieve twice for the same kind of pain, it will be like a slap in the face.” But this betrayal was different. The first one was by her father, but the second one was from the man who promised her heavens and earth, swearing she would be his Luna. Alpha Kyle lured her into sacrificing half her life-span, only for her to realize that he’d only used her to save his mate. Without remorse, Without pity, Kyle stared her straight in the eyes and landed a brutal rejection that caused her to lose her wolf. She would have died if the goddess hadn't granted her a second chance. And she wouldn't waste a minute of this opportunity to bring him down to his knees, crawling and begging for her forgiveness. Aria would make him pay even if it meant striking a deal with her nemesis, Alpha Draco, the mysterious and powerful Alpha of the DarkMoon Pack.

My billionaire husband suffered from chronic insomnia for years. Only the sleep balm I made could help him sleep. On the night of our seventh wedding anniversary, his childhood sweetheart poured a basin of scalding water over the old camphor tree in our garden. I wept and tried to save the tree as she apologized, “I didn’t know you used its leaves to make the sleep balm.” My husband gently comforted her and ordered his men to tie me to the tree trunk instead. “What a precious tree. You’ll spend the rest of your days with it!” With my wrist fractured as a result, I filed for divorce immediately. A month later, my husband was unable to sleep late one night. He stood in the garden and stared at the withered camphor tree.

BOOK #6 - WRIGHT-PETROV SERIES After her father's death, Kamilla lost her association with her father's employer. The Petrov family. Everything else followed. People she considered friends, including her boyfriend, turned their backs on her. She was outcasted by the same people previously groveling to please her. Overnight, she becomes a nobody. An easy target for the hypocrites of society. Nonetheless, she endures. She is far stronger than anyone realizes. However, someone thought she needed protection. "Why are you doing this, Mr. Samuel Petrov? I do not need the frivolity of your world. And please do not give me that lame excuse about being my father's friend again," she shows her defiance by meeting his calm gaze with her sharp angry one. "Believe me, Kamilla, you will not want to hear my reasons." Samuel bore her with an ominous look, attempting to dismiss her. "What reasons, Mr. Petrov? Does it include watching me sleep in the middle of the night? Or your huge one down there having a hard-on whenever you see me in my flimsy nightgown?" with regained boldness, she sassed while pointing at the bump of his pants. Samuel raised a brow in response to her brazenness. "It's just the tip of the iceberg you are seeing, Kamilla. You do not want to know the rest of it," his voice turned icy cold as he gritted every word. "I'm no angel, Samuel Petrov. I can smell your desire since day one, baby" A suggestive sultry smile carves her lips. "Fuck you, Kamilla. Don't call me baby" she was no longer surprise when he swiftly pulled and pinned her on the couch. "It's dangerous" His ragged hot breath fanned her face, and a rock-hard thing was wedged between them.

On the first day that my parents' biological daughter, Lilith Ashbourne, comes home, everyone praises her refined temperament. They say even her body exudes a pleasant fragrance. I was born with the ability to see both the living and the dead. So, only I know that it's actually the stench of a corpse at its worst. In my previous life, I tried my best to persuade my parents and my childhood friends not to bring her home. However, they were convinced that I was jealous. They said that I was petty and intolerant. Left with no other choice, I kept warning them and trying my best to drive her away again and again. After the last time I chased Lilith out, she ran out crying. She accidentally fell into the water and couldn't be found again. They blamed everything on me and forced my head into a toilet, drowning me alive. When I open my eyes again, I choose to stay silent. After all, one can't save people who are determined to die.

On my husband's birthday, I poured my heart into preparing a feast and selecting the perfect gift. Yet, he didn't come home. Instead, I received a picture message—a snapshot of him at the hospital, standing outside the OB-GYN ward, his hand resting tenderly on his childhood crush's belly. Beneath the photo, a message read: [The best birthday gift and a symbol of our decade-long bond.] Furious, I called her. "Don't you know he's married?" Before I could say more, my husband snatched the phone and lashed out at me. "Yvonne just wanted to share the joy of becoming a mother. Why are you overreacting? "Yvonne and I have been best friends for over a decade. Your petty jealousy is disgusting!" I once believed his busyness was for our future, but now I knew—he had been busy supporting the girl of his dreams through her pregnancy. Clutching my own stomach, I bit my lip to stop the tears from falling. Ten years of love had drained away. It was time to let go.