The Coldest Winter Ever

Xavier is a Jack of all trades in the hunters' circle. He is the strongest of all the strongest. He can kill you with his bare hands. He's well known yet at the same time unknown. He's still eighteen, yet he can scare a group of grown men. He disguised himself as a bland teenager so no one could acknowledge him. His presence. He is Xavier the back death, Hunter who is feared by all. And when David Gibson was sent on another mission to a town ruled by werewolves, the least he was expecting was? A mate. Not to mention his mate is an Alpha.

On the anniversary of my mother’s death, my girlfriend told me she had to work overtime. However, her first love later posted something on social media: [Thanks to Camelia for coming to celebrate my birthday with me!] My chest tightened and my hands shook as I called her to demand an explanation. She replied calmly, “It’s Grayson’s 25th birthday today. It’s important. I didn’t want to miss it.” That was it. I let out a bitter laugh and looked down at the cancer diagnosis report in my hand. It was alright. I would be dead soon anyway.

Millie-Rose lost everything she’d worked for since the age of four in a single day; her career, her reputation, and the life she was about to marry into, when a test revealed she was pregnant… despite never being touched all her life.Scandal followed. Betrayal cut deep. And running became her only chance at survival.But there’s one truth she can’t outrun: the child she carries belongs to Alpha Braham, a werewolf king with power, patience, and a claim she never agreed to.She escaped the world.She rebuilt her life.But how will she escape him?

While she’s at home preparing dinner for him, he’s out on dates. While she’s drinking with men to secure a business deal for him, he’s announcing his single status to boost his stock. When she drags herself to the hospital with a high fever, he’s there at the same hospital, caring for René—his mistress. She loved him for ten years, gave everything she had, and did everything she could for him. She never believed their love could die. Yet, it did. She doesn’t hate him; she’s simply exhausted, so she decides to leave. Only then does she find a firm chest and a warm embrace that had been waiting for her all along. With her first taste of true love, she realizes how much time she wasted with her ex, a man who never truly loved her. When he comes home one day, he’s shocked to find the woman who had always been there for him is gone. Regret floods him, and he chases after her, only to see another man by her side, taking sacred vows with her, their hands intertwined. In that moment, he realizes he’s lost the innocent girl who once loved him—the most precious treasure he ever had. And now, she’s gone forever.

Amara Lewis never believed marriage should be a business transaction—until desperation forced her into one. To save her mother’s life, Amara signs a one-year marriage contract with billionaire CEO Adrian Blackwood, a man who sees love as nothing more than a weakness. To him, marriage is a tool—nothing more than a means to secure his empire and silence his board of directors. Their agreement is simple: no love, no expectations, no emotions. But living under the same roof blurs the lines neither of them intended to cross. Behind Adrian’s cold exterior hides a man haunted by betrayal, while Amara’s quiet strength begins to crack the walls he built around his heart. When secrets from the past resurface and feelings grow impossible to deny, Amara must decide whether love born from a contract can ever be real—or if she was never meant to be more than the bride he never wanted.

During the annual awards gala, I stepped out to use the restroom. When I came back, my year-end bonus was gone, canceled for allegedly assaulting a new coworker, Elan Crowe. In my first life, I desperately tried to prove my innocence by showing my fitness tracker’s movement data, proving I had been in the bathroom. Calder Roane, the department head, flew into a rage. "Everyone in the department saw you hit him. And you still want to deny it?" I struggled and explained frantically, but in the chaos, I accidentally fell down the stairs and died on the spot. In my second life, I took medical leave and skipped the gala entirely. I never expected that just past noon, the police would surround my home. "Lyra Vale, you’re suspected of intentional homicide. You need to come with us." Elan’s enraged family had then rushed forward and stabbed me repeatedly. I died again. In my third life, I ran to the city plaza, started a livestream, and rapped on camera, turning every viewer into my alibi. That night, the police still came. "The evidence is conclusive. Please come with us." At the station, they pulled up surveillance footage. It clearly showed me sneaking into the gala hall, arguing with Elan, then picking up a knife and stabbing him straight in the back. I was completely stunned. Three days later, I took a bullet. After endless rebirths, I finally laughed in anger. This time, I stormed straight into the gala hall, pressed a knife across Elan's throat, and said, "This is a kidnapping."

Aamiya had gone inside, and was sitting in the lounging areas when Asfand entered and took a seat beside her. His face was wiped off of any emotions. "Did you give your number to Ahmed?" Asfand inquired, not quite looking at her. "No, not yet." Aamiya replied, turning towards him. "But I like, like him a lot." She continued. When Asfand turned toward her, the hurt was evident in his dark eyes. "You can't." Asfand mumbled as he stood up. Aamiya also got up, behind him and stopped him from moving by holding his hand. "Why?" She asked. "Why can't I? What is it that I'm not aware of?" She shouted. Asfand turned and grabbed her by her shoulders. "Because you are my wife."...... If you want to know more about this story,keep reading!

I had been secretly in love with my childhood friend for nine long years. When we finally got married, my family and friends thought I was the happiest person in the world. After I became pregnant, he used the excuse of "helping an old classmate" and invited the most beautiful girl from our class into our home. During the worst of my pregnancy, when nausea and exhaustion hit hardest, he took her to the hospital, made crafts with her, and watched sunsets with her. He even had the guts to accuse me of being small-minded and petty and acting like a bitter, jealous wife. Only then did I realize that it was just my foolish fantasy that I lived my dream of marrying my childhood sweetheart and had a happy life. I let go of the love I had for him and of the future I thought we would share. Now, however, he was the one who regretted it.

A unique video went viral overnight. In the video, on a snow-capped mountain peak, my boyfriend, Ted Moretti, knelt on one knee, his expression tender. Amidst applause, the ring on her finger sparkled; it was the ring of the Moretti family's future bride. Within hours, the video topped various trending charts. People hailed it as the most romantic proposal of the year. Anya Rossi later posted a message. "I've been looking forward to this wedding for so long, and now it's finally happening! Thank you!" The comment section was instantly flooded with excited exclamations. "A Mafia family heir and an ordinary woman? I love it!" "It's like something out of a novel." "So enviable." I went to my boyfriend to confirm. Before I could even speak, I heard him talking to a close friend in the study. “Do I have any other choice?” Ted said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “If I don’t marry her, her gambler father will sell her off.” His friend hesitated. “But what about Carly? She’s been with you for so many years. Aren’t you worried she might lose her mind?” Ted chuckled, unconcerned. “So what if she’s angry? Carly and I have been together for six years. She won’t leave. She can’t leave.” At that moment, something deep inside me seemed to freeze completely. A month later On the same day Ted and Carly got married, I married another man. Our wedding processions met downtown. According to custom, we exchanged bouquets between the two passing wedding cars, and our windows rolled down simultaneously. That’s when Ted saw me. I was wearing a white wedding dress. Not behind him. But in another man’s arms. After knowing Ted Moretti for so many years, his consistently perfect composure crumbled for the first time.

‘Isang gabi. Isang babae. Isang pagkahumaling na nagpabagsak sa pinakawalang-awang boss ng mafia.” Si Kristoff Ortega ay hindi lang isang pangalan; isa itong batas sa madilim na mundo ng mafia. Siya ang hari—malamig, kalkulado, at walang sinumang nabubuhay na nangahas sumuway sa kanya. Ang buhay niya ay nakaayos sa tatlong bagay: kapangyarihan, pera at ang takot na ibinibigay niya sa lahat. Sanay siyang nakukuha ang lahat, at ang mga babae para sa kanya ay mga pampalipas-oras lamang. Ngunit ang lahat ng ito ay nagbago sa isang gabi. Sa isang pagkakataon na hindi niya inaasahan, nakasama niya ang isang misteryoso at napakagandang babae, si Paola. Hindi siya katulad ng iba; may tapang sa kanyang mga mata, isang apoy na tila hindi natitinag sa reputasyon ni Kristoff. Para sa kanya, ang gabing iyon ay dapat sana’y isa lang sa marami—gagamitin at iiwanan. Ang pagnanais na iyon ay mabilis na naging isang mapanganib na pagkahumaling (obsession). Si Kristoff, na laging sanay na siya ang may kontrol, ay nagsimulang maging pabigla-bigla. Ginamit niya ang lahat ng kanyang kapangyarihan upang hanapin si Paola, na tila naglaho sa mundo. Ang pagkawala nito ay isang direktang sampal sa kanyang pagkalalaki at kapangyarihan. Nang sa wakas ay muli silang magkrus ng landas, natuklasan niyang ang babae ay may sariling mga sikreto—mga sikretong maaaring ikapahamak nilang dalawa. Dito nagsimula ang tunay na labanan ng kapangyarihan. Habang sinusubukan ni Kristoff na ikulong at angkinin ang babae sa ilalim ng kanyang dominasyon, mas lalo itong lumalaban. Ang bawat pagtanggi ng babae ay lalong nagpa-alab sa kanyang simbuyo ng damdamin, na humila sa kanilang dalawa sa isang mapanganib na laro ng pag-ibig, selos, at panganib. Ang babae ay naging ang kanyang kaisa-isang kahinaan—isang bagay na natutunan gamitin ng kanyang mga kaaway laban sa kanya.