The Awakened Woman Book

Twenty-five-year-old Claire Soberano and her son are on the run. Escaping her abusive fiancé, she flew to Long Beach to live with her cousin, The Reid. Hiding secrets, staying indoors, and feeling safe with family, Claire will do anything to protect her son. She thought Eddie would be her soulmate, her long-life husband but revealing his true colors changed her love after six years of relationship. When her body is tattooed from the bruises and injury, Eddie turns on to her son to take the batter; it makes Claire realize the man is dangerous and in fear for her son's life. She could never trust a man, let alone fall in love again. That is until meeting an oversized man, Donovan Wolfe. Donovan Wolfe is the third eldest of the Wolfe brothers. When his older brother isn't around, he sticks around to ensure everything is in order. Don has been in civil service right after high school making his way to the top as a Lieutenant, and the scars prove his service. But after, an incident led him to retire and be with his family. Watching his older and younger brothers find love, he wishes he could have what they have. Upon meeting Claire, he found a sweet and caring woman who is a fantastic cook, much like his mom. He wanted a wife to be like his mother. But he also saw a distress call and recognized the bruises and her outcry for help. Similar to the cause when he was a kid, which he failed to protect, but this time, he vows to do anything to keep Claire and her son safe.

Who said a parallel universe does not exist! He swore never to fall in love again. He's ruthless and cold. Lucas Quinn, is rich beyond anyone's wildest imagination and no one has ever been able to get close to him. All he cares about in life is perfection, which he always is looking for in novels and what not. But then an unruly, perfectly imperfect lady, Tasha Rowan, bumps into him, ruining a first edition book signed by the best-selling classic author in town. And she is the exact version of his dead girlfriend!

"I'm willing to be your slave, Mi Bella, just say it." He whispered in her ear. Camila closed her eyes and arched her body to him. He could feel her tension, the same sensual tension he also feel right now. If he was not only concerned that Camila would suddenly be afraid, he would follow the beast in him; to destroy the clothes Camila wearing now, where it can barely conceal Camila's body, especially in the eyes of the other men. He felt anger and jealousy. He hates it, when other men looked at Camila with lust. He owned her! Camila was his, then and now. And no one have a privileged to lust after her, except him. He will make sure of that.

My mother-in-law, Teresa Hawke, said she was trapped inside her burning villa. I called my husband, Asher Jensen, begging him to save her. But he was too busy at some bar, flirting with his childhood sweetheart, Melanie Lanner. It wasn't until I begged him, over and over, that he finally went to save Teresa. But Melanie was snatched from that same bar, tortured, killed, and dumped. He acted like none of it mattered until I got pregnant. Then out of nowhere, he threw it all back on me, saying it was my fault. Asher pulled every string he could to bankrupt my family, driving Mom and Dad to leap to their deaths. Then he rounded up a gang of violent psychopaths and threw me in with them. I begged again and again, but he just watched me with that dead stare. "You'll suffer like Mel did before she died! She left this world in agony. Why should you get to live? That's not fair." 99 stab wounds—that was how many it took before I finally bled out and died. And then, I woke up, right back on the day Teresa screamed for help from inside that burning villa.

THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY THE JAPANESE SERIES, "YAMATO NADESHIKO" or "The Wallflower" Limang makikisig, matatangkad, at naggagwapuhang lalaki ang naninirahan sa mala-palasyong mansyon na pagmamay-aari ng isang kilalang bilyonara sa iba't ibang panig ng mundo na nangangalang Madame Madeline Dawson at kinikilala nila ito bilang kanilang Auntie. Ang limang lalaki ay may kaniya-kaniyang pribadong rason kung bakit sila kinukupkop nito. Ngunit isang araw, sinurpresa sila ng kanilang auntie ng isang misyon na akala nila ay madali lamang nila itong mareresolbahan. Ang misyong kanilang dapat matupad ay gawing disente, malumanay, at mahinahong dalaga ang kanyang pamangkin. Ikinasindak nila na kung hindi 'man nila ito mapagtagumpayan ang misyon, sisingilin sila ng renta na umaabot ng milyon-milyong dolyar. Maraming naging kwestyon ang nabuo sa isip nila kung anong uri ng babae ang kanilang makakasalamuha gayong walang sapat na impormasyon na binigay sa kanila ang kanilang auntie sa nagngangalang Ayla Desire Dawson. Mapagtatagumpayan kaya nila ang misyong nakalatag sa kanila? At anong mga senaryo ang mabubuo sa kanilang anim sa mahabang panahon na kanilang pagsasama sa iisang bubong.

Maya gave everything for love. She gave her heart. She gave him a job. She gave him the life he never dreamed of. But he gave her nothing—except pain. Everyone believed her best friend was the powerful CEO of the company. No one knew the truth. Maya was the real owner. She hid her identity just to protect his pride. But the night she finally gathered the courage to tell him the truth… He handed her divorce papers. And worse—he brought another woman and child into their home, throwing Maya out into the cold night like trash. Heartbroken and drugged by accident, Maya ended up in a stranger’s bed. She thought it was just a mistake. One night. A shame she would carry forever. Until she walked into a business meeting the next day—and found out that stranger was Garrett… The CEO of the company she was about to sign a deal with. Now, her past is tangled with her present. And her broken heart is being pulled into something deeper than she ever expected. But can a woman who has lost everything… Still believe in love again? Or will her secrets destroy her chance at happiness once more?

Danika has the perfect life. Perfect family. Perfect friends. Perfect grades. Perfect mate. Perfect, right? No. She has a few secrets she hasn’t admitted. Secrets like Hadley Robertson. So how does she escape this? Reading. And Hadley… he has a few secrets of his own too.

(Sequel To INNOCENCE) —— it was not a dream to be with her, it was a prayer —— SYNOPSIS " , " °°° “Hazel!” He called her loudly, his roar was full of desperate emotions but he was scared. He was afraid of never seeing again but the fate was cruel. She left. Loving someone perhaps was not written in that innocent soul’s fate. Because she was bound to be tainted by many.

The Moretti Family's Thanksgiving party was in full swing downstairs—crystal clinks, fake laughs, classic mafia gloss. Meanwhile, I was curled up in a servant's room on the third floor. Jackson Moretti's wife. Legally, anyway. My hands were ice. I gripped the ultrasound report like it could anchor me. Three heartbeats. Strong, steady. It was supposed to be a surprise—his big Thanksgiving gift. To the outside world, Jackson was a polished Stanford grad, running a top-tier consulting firm in San Francisco. But behind the scenes? He ran the Moretti empire—cold, calculated, pulling strings in the West Coast's darkest corners. Three years of marriage and we barely spoke, but I still clung to the hope that maybe... maybe there was something real left. Then I heard him downstairs. "You really not letting your wife come down?" "Isabella?" He laughed. "She'd kill the vibe." Another voice chimed in. "Lina's back, right? Wild you married her twin. Which one do you actually like?" Jackson didn't miss a beat. "Isabella's just a stand-in. Quiet. Predictable. I could tell her to drop dead and she'd say 'okay.'" "So when are you ditching her?" "Dunno. She thinks she matters. I'm just playing her." I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sob. A minute later, I was heading downstairs, numb. I brushed my fingers over my belly. "Sorry, babies," I whispered. Triplets. His. He thought I was blind. Weak. Stuck. What he didn't know? A quiet woman, once she snaps—she can burn it all down.

On New Year's Eve, I prepare a feast. The clock strikes twelve, but my husband, Vincent Porter, still isn't home. My daughter, Lorelei Porter, tugs at my sleeve and holds up my phone. "Look Mommy, Daddy is at this lady's house!" Vincent has posted an update on Twitter. He is with Christine Snow, his childhood sweetheart. They are smiling at the camera, with a boy who looks about ten standing between them. In front of them sits a swan-shaped cake. The caption reads, "The most special day for the most special you." My heart sinks into my stomach. A marriage that came later in life can never compete with a pair of childhood sweethearts. I accept defeat.