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Austin comes from a respected family, he has good grades, he is popular and attractive, and the hottest girl in college is his girlfriend. In a sense, he had it all. Until he got a mysterious text message one day. "Your girlfriend is cheating on you." He ignored it since and assumed it was a prank text message. But this number sent him more messages. One of yem was 'If you think I'm lying, you can come to the football team's party tonight." Even though he didn't believe the message, he went to the party. The house was full of people, and he struggled to find his girlfriend among them. He accidentally interrupted several couples kissing passionately. As he was feeling screwed, he pushed open a bedroom door and he found a guy and woman making out on the bed, and the woman was Angi his girlfriend. Austin angrily pulled the man off her and saw the guy's face he is the captain of the football team, the most popular guy in college. His nemesis. He d From that day on his life became a mess. What he didn't expect was that the mysterious person texting him became the only one that he could talk to. However, they never answered his calls and never told me who they were One day, unwilling to give up, he called this number again, and suddenly, a phone rang. The voice was very familiar. Austin was sure he knew that voice The person on the other end of the line said only one sentences"It is you that I have always wanted." What did he mean by that. Was Angi set up?

I was pregnant. On my way to deliver documents to Tristan Goldberg, a flash flood struck. Desperate, I dialed his number, praying he’d answer. After a few rings, the call connected. But instead of Tristan, a woman’s voice answered. "Tristan, whose number is this? Do you want to answer it?" There was a brief pause, and then Tristan’s voice, cold and indifferent, cut through. "It’s just my maid. Ignore it. Hang up." And just like that, the call disconnected. Staring at the torrent rising around me, my pulse quickened. I texted him, begging for him to send a rescue team. Minutes passed as the waters climbed to my waist, churning and relentless. Then, a message from Tristan finally appeared. Tristan: [What kind of ridiculous story are you making up now?] Tristan: [Emily, do you think you're eighteen, playing these childish games? I want that document in my hands within thirty minutes, or we're getting divorced.] A surge of terror shot through me as I looked up, catching sight of a heavy branch snapping loose and crashing down. In an instant, everything went dark.

A flicker of hope, a spark amidst the neon grime of New Shanghai. Anya, a slave to the Volkov Mafia, had long buried her emotions under layers of calloused defiance. Years of servitude had carved a burning desire for vengeance into her soul. Then, a whisper of rebellion arrived – a message smuggled in a package, hinting at a Volkov family secret. Anya's heart, long numbed, stuttered awake. This wasn't just a chance to escape; it was a weapon. A weapon to dismantle the empire that had stolen her life, her family, everything. But the path to freedom was a razor's edge. Fear gnawed at her, a constant companion in the Volkov's watchful gaze, their merciless enforcers lurking in every shadow. Yet, a flicker of something else bloomed – a strange, almost forgotten warmth, a sliver of the person she used to be. Could she trust it? As Anya navigated the labyrinth of lies and high-tech security, a deeper truth unfolded. This Volkov secret wasn't just about her escape; it was a key to exposing a far-reaching conspiracy, one that could reshape the city's criminal web. Suddenly, Anya's burning desire for revenge transformed. It wasn't just about herself anymore. It was about a sliver of justice, a chance to dismantle a system that preyed on the weak. But with this newfound purpose came a terrifying weight of responsibility. Was she strong enough to risk everything, to ignite a war she might not survive? The weight of human emotions – fear, anger, and a desperate yearning for freedom – threatened to suffocate her. The price of vengeance was steep, and Anya had to decide if she had the strength to pay it.

Seraphina Nightbane was never meant to survive. Every fated mate she’s ever had is dead. Gone without a trace. Nobody. No scent. No answers. Now, no wolf dares to claim her. No pack will take her in. Because the message is clear—whoever mates her is as good as dead. But the Council doesn’t believe in curses. They believe in power. And an unmated she-wolf with no allegiance? That’s a threat they refuse to ignore. So they give her a choice. Take a mate. Or be exiled. But this time, she refuses to let fate decide for her. This time, she signs a contract. One deal. Four Alphas. A bond that never should have existed. Kieran Stormclaw—The ruthless Alpha King who doesn’t believe in love. Caspian & Cian Moonshadow—Twin Alphas, one cold and cunning, the other wild and unpredictable. Ronan Darkmoor—The cursed prince who looks at her like he already knows how this ends. She expects a political arrangement. A necessary evil. Nothing more. Then the first body appears. A wolf, slaughtered and left at her doorstep. A message written in its blood. "Your mate will die, just like the others." The curse isn’t done with her. The prophecy she’s spent her life running from is waking up. And the deeper she’s pulled into their world, the more she realizes— One will betray her. One will die for her. And one will try to kill her. She was never meant to have a mate. So why does fate refuse to let her go?

Sheryl Moran and Brandon Simrod had dated for three years, and been married for another three. They were practically inseparable, and Brandon loved Sheryl deeply. He was always gentle and considerate toward her. Everything changed when Sheryl received an anonymous text. Brandon had cheated. Initially she just thought it was a cruel prank - she never imagined she would witness him holding another woman, kissing her passionately. In that moment, all the beautiful memories and happiness from the past vanished. Sheryl plunged into despair. Later, Sheryl followed the instructions in the text message, and successfully gathered evidence of Brandon’s affair. She collected proof of him gifting his mistress a villa, bags, jewelry, and more. She entrusted the case to the top lawyer in Nexville, Steven Peterson, to represent her in the divorce lawsuit. When the truth came to light, Brandon desperately pleaded with bloodshot eyes, “Sheryl, I was wrong. I truly love you. Please give me another chance.” Sheryl was already thoroughly disappointed. “Your love disgusts me. Keep it to yourself.” - Among the elites in Nexville, everyone knew that Steven was a legal heavyweight, and an aloof and untouchable figure. Sheryl had always thought the same, but he was the person who told her, “I can help you heal. Will you consider it?”

In the Crimson city in Moon City dominantly inhabited by members of the Crimson pack, there were reported records of the daily increase of missing humans and the livestock. Traces or trails weren't left by the perpetrators of these acts, and the remains of these humans could not be found as well. The Alpha of the Crimson pack was on the edge of pointing fingers at the Greyhound pack, another pack that inhabited Diamond city as the ones behind this activity. But he got a message from Governor Klaus Mickelson, urging them to refrain from the massacre and killings if they had a hand in it. Since this was the situation, Crimson eye pack had to return a message to the Greyhound pack, requesting for a monthly meeting hosted in Moon City with several smaller packs as well. This meeting session was going to help the packs to have unified reasoning and coordinated ideas in order to devise a means to find the source of these sudden killings in the city. Meanwhile, Damon Mickelson, the son of Klaus Mickelson, Alpha of the Greyhound pack, refused to attend the meeting. He stated the availability of some unresolved conflict with the Crimson eye pack as his reason. But his parents and the elders reminded him of the importance of attending the meeting. They made him understand that he needed to attend the meeting because it was a duty that he owed the pack as the future Alpha. Tessa Randolph, the second daughter of John Randolph, tried to convince her father to allow the meeting to be hosted by another pack. She wanted to stay back and allow her elder brother to attend the meeting in her place, but her reasons were all worthless to the ears of her father.

Alpha Derek is wild, strong and… horny. After the death of his wife 3 years ago, Derek Compton has not found any woman within and outside his pack attractive and worthy of his attention until he finds a woman from an inferior and enemy pack in the woods. He could kill her to send a message to members of her pack who may think of wondering into enemy territory or satisfy the sudden desire brewing inside him to have her in his bed. Isabel is not only an omega in her pack, she’s also a constantly bullied loser and sometimes treated like an outcast. One night, while she blindly runs from her bullies, she accidentally gets lost in the most fearful and merciless wolf pack territory, the South Park, known for their brutal nature and super strength. Isabel is faced with the option of death or sex with her captor. Death may have been on her wishlist for a long time but the stories of the south’s cruel and merciless killings scare her out of her mind. Also, the new spark of hope that she may(to) find the Southern wolves that killed her parents ten years ago makes her agree to this proposal. Derek keeps lying to himself that he has no feelings for her but is unable to stop himself from protecting her when she was caught snooping around by his men. Isabel’s vendetta is the only thing standing in the way of her falling in love with him - only if she hasn’t. By the way, it is forbidden for the Southern wolves to be together with a wolf from an inferior territory. Alpha Derek made the rules.

My husband, Alex Walter, was the head of the Bodyguard Association. When I was about to be killed by the kidnappers, he was comforting his childhood crush, Susan Miller, who was sobbing in his arms. While the kidnappers stopped for a meal, I called Alex five times calmly. He was angry when he finally answered. "Susan was just rescued from the kidnappers, and she needs me. If you want me to come home, stop using your own kidnapping as some excuse to compete for attention. It is pathetic!" Hearing Susan's sweet and delicate voice in the background, I had no time to argue with him. Instead, I called the Bodyguard Association. The operator informed me that Alex had pulled all the city's bodyguards away thirty minutes earlier to rescue Susan. When the kidnappers returned, they mocked Alex's heroic efforts to save Susan, mobilizing the entire force for her. If I remember correctly, this was Susan's twenty-eighth kidnapping this month. As the kidnappers approached me with guns and tasers, I closed my eyes in despair. Before I died, I used all my strength to send Alex one last text message, [No matter what, I loved you. Move on from me.]

Céleste Aymes était destinée à reprendre l’entreprise familiale, jusqu’à ce qu’un mauvais investissement la mène à la faillite. L’acquéreur, Julian Vale, un héritier milliardaire, devient son ennemi désigné. Alors qu’elle tente de se relever, un mystérieux message affirme que cette chute a été orchestrée. Son expéditeur lui propose un marché : infiltrer l’entreprise EverCore Ind., gagner la confiance de Julian et collecter des preuves pour le détruire. Prête à tout pour récupérer son héritage, Céleste accepte. Brillante et stratège, elle se rend vite indispensable. Mais l’homme qu’elle apprend à connaître ne ressemble en rien à celui qu’on lui a décrit. Désormais piégée entre vengeance et doute, Céleste doit choisir : poursuivre sa mission ou écouter son cœur. Entre mensonges et désirs, la vérité pourrait tout bouleverser… et lui coûter bien plus qu’elle ne l’imagine.

"You're no daughter of this pack," my mother hissed, her golden eyes flashing in the firelight. "If you can't support your Alpha sister, then get out." I should have seen it coming. In the Ashveil Pack, family means everything—unless you're me. Vera Darkthorne, the disappointment. While my perfect sister Eris got the love, the title, even my mate Cain, I got a mating ceremony where nobody showed up. Not even the man who swore he'd always be mine. That night, I ran. Now I've built a new life in Berlin's underground werewolf syndicate, where strength is the only law that matters. I've learned to fight, to lead, to make wolves twice my size back down with just a look. But when a message comes that Eris's dying, the pack demands my return. "Come home, Vera," my father's voice crackles through the phone. "Your sister needs you." I almost laugh. After everything? But this time, I'm not the weak wolf they left behind. This time, I have fangs of my own. And when wolves hunt you down, you don't run—you rip their throats out first.