The Crown And The Flame

Phoenixes were common among the supernatural world until their powers were known to the world. Samantha Parker is a phoenix. How will she navigate her life as she leaves her abusive pack after being rejected by her mate and goes down a path of success, she might even have a second mate.

Isla has always lived in the shadow of her twin sister, Elara. She has watched her sister Elara become the pack’s golden light, the one everyone loves. But on the night before their eighteenth birthday, while Isla shifts into her wolf for the first time, a devastating fire claims Elara's life. The pack, even her family, turns on Isla, blaming her for the tragedy - without any proof. And to her horror, she finds that her mate is her sister's boyfriend, and the future alpha, Adrian. He is a bitter adversary but a sweet magnet she can't resist. When multiple suitors, each holding secrets of their own secrets, enter her life, she is torn between the facade of false and true mates. She must uncover the truth behind her sister’s demise, all while discovering her own strength and identity while navigating through her feelings. As tensions rise, the lines between loyalty and betrayal blur. In a tale of suspense, romance, shifting loyalties, and dangerous desires, Isla’s journey is a race against time to save herself, her loved ones and her pack from destruction. Will Isla unravel the conspiracy that binds her fate? Or will she get caught up in deception and lose herself?

The crazy and sweet life of four high school boys whose lives are filled with several twist & turns and uncovered secrets.

The night I find out I'm pregnant, my family's villa suddenly goes up in flames. I endure the suffocating smoke and run the risk of being disfigured as I run to my son's bedroom. However, it's empty. Just then, I hear his excited exclamations outside the window. "Monica, you look so cool when putting out fires! I bet you'll get first place in this upcoming Firefighter Challenge!" I'm about to head downstairs to lecture him when a wall collapses and crushes me. As I drift in and out of consciousness, I hear my stern, stoic husband praise Monica Sloan for her courage. If I'm guessing correctly, my husband and son have started this fire to please her. I stare at the door, which is so close and yet so far. I send out one final text before dying of asphyxiation.

Dad attends a banquet with his ex-girlfriend, and they make headlines. Everyone mocks Mom for this, saying that she hasn't gotten anything out of her relationship with Dad. They make fun of her for giving up her successful career for his sake to end up with nothing—she can't even tell a homewrecker off. Mom looks at me tiredly after bawling her eyes out. "He let me down first, so I don't want him anymore. Do you want to leave with me, Rosie?" Just then, my phone pings. I've received a text from my boyfriend of seven years. "I'm just going through the motions and registering my marriage with someone else, Rosalie. You'll still be my girlfriend!" After a brief silence, I nod and tell Mom I'll leave with her. On the day of the double weddings, Mom and I disappear after a fire at our villa.

Jamie Reed works at Bar Della Luna to survive after losing his parents. Adrian DeLuca, the bar’s unseen owner and Mafia King of La Corona Nera, becomes fixated on him. What begins as quiet observation turns into emotional and physical obsession. As Adrian pulls Jamie closer, danger follows. Jamie uncovers the truth about Adrian’s identity and must decide whether love is worth the violence that comes with it. Meanwhile, Lily Grant’s jealousy and rival syndicates push events toward bloodshed. Adrian must choose between control and change. Jamie must choose between safety and love.

My fated mate, Alpha Horton, didn't love me. He loved another omega, Chloe. In my past life, Chloe took her own life in despair over him, and Horton was convinced I had driven her to it out of jealousy. He hated me to the bone. Even bound by our mate bond, he refused to touch me. But when a rival pack’s silver bullet flew toward me, he shielded me with his own body. As his life drained away, he wrenched his cold hand from mine, his golden eyes filled with nothing but regret and disgust. "Sienna," he said, "my one regret is not rejecting you from the very beginning." After he died, the pack fell apart. Every member cursed me, screaming about why it wasn't me who died, but their great Alpha. It felt like my heart had turned to ash. I swallowed a vial of liquid silver before his grave. When I opened my eyes, I was back ten years in the past, shortly after we were mated. The cold voice of the Moon Goddess echoed in my mind. "Child, I will give you one more chance. Fulfill the three deepest wishes in Horton's heart, and in exchange for your life, your soul will earn its true freedom." I knew his wishes. To break our mate bond. To be with Chloe. To ensure the survival of the Snow Moon pack. This time, it wasn't too late. The freedom he craved, the woman he loved, the pack he swore to protect. I would give it all to him, using the very life he loathed to do it. But when I granted his every wish, in return, he wept with regret, calling me his only fated mate.

The day I died, the baby in my womb was only five months old. In that final phone call, my father, John Harlow, the godfather of the Harlow family, spoke with a voice as icy as a loaded gun. "A married woman belongs to her husband's family, even in death." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had been placed under house arrest. He was circling my college application with a red pen. "Girls who study art are easier to marry off." In front of him, I tore the family's marriage alliance files into pieces. "I'm going to Camford University. I'm studying Computer Science." He sprang to his feet so suddenly that his finger nearly jabbed my face, his sleeve cuff revealing the family crest tattoo. "If you dare defy me, don't ever regard me as godfather." I smiled. "Exactly what I want." Meeting his stunned gaze, I spoke each word deliberately. "The name Harlow. I have long stopped wanting it."

At seventeen, Selene Caelum is still wolfless. And she wasn't bothered. She turns eighteen in few months and hopefully by then her wolf will emerge and she'll might be able to mated to her boyfriend, if the mating council agrees. She could hardly wait. She goes to the ShadowCrest’s Wolf Reveal Ceremony to support her boyfriend, Damien Blackthorn. But when the Luna sees Damien’s wolf, Ashur, with his sea-blue eyes politics twist against Selene. She is accused of forging a forbidden Moon Oath and dragged before the ruthless Draxmore court. Devlin Draxmore, the Alpha’s merciless son who calls her “little kitten”, makes her fate his plaything. Before her wolf can ever surface, Devlin severs their link, making her mere human and exiles her. Saved by rebels in Lycan’s Hollow, Selene is thought that being human isn't a weakness. She's trained to maximise the human strength and live a more normal life. She falls in love with Marcus, an elite Wolf hunter. But when he proposes and she says yes, the Moon fights her. Now, to marry Marcus, the soothsayer, says she has to kill and reclaim her destiny. But when she returns to ShadowCrest, a lot has changed and she finds herself bound by contract marriage to Devlin himself Selene must navigate betrayal, politics, and forbidden desire to discover the truth, she is the Luneborn, the chosen Luna who will crown the next Alpha.

Nine years into my "non-cohabiting partnership" with Simon, his father passed away. The first condition in his will was simple: Simon and Ella had to conceive a child. On the day the child turned one month old, Simon would inherit his father's fortune. Simon told me this himself—the night I walked in on them tangled in our bed. Afterward, as he took a slow drag from his cigarette, he murmured, "Lily, just wait a little longer. Once I get the inheritance, I'll marry you." But he went back on his word. From then on, every time Simon planned to meet Ella at our house, he would hang a string of bells on the door. Since his father's passing, those bells had chimed ninety-nine times. After the ninety-ninth, the news arrived—Ella was pregnant, and their engagement party was set. My daughter saw the invitation, hesitated, then softly asked, "Mom, is Daddy's name on this?" I forced a smile and gently smoothed her messy hair into a neat ponytail. "Daddy is marrying the one he loves," I said. "And I'm taking you home." Simon never understood—I never cared about that marriage certificate.