Novel & Cerita The Fall Of The Soviet Union

Myxy is a half-witch, half-human. She was exiled to the human realm because of her half-human blood. Here, she lived a regular life like everyone else, doing her best to keep her actual identity hidden from others. In any case, it was here that she met Haiden, Hikes, and Hover. The three brothers are already vying for the title of Alpha. Nonetheless, she selected Haiden, despite the fact that he was the weakest among the three because she believed that not everyone who is weak will remain weak, and not everyone who is strong will remain strong.

“Elion,” Brielle’s voice was soft but charged with intent as she stepped closer, her eyes locking onto his. “You keep telling me to stay away, but I see the way you look at me when you think no one’s watching.” She brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, her fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “Maybe it’s time we stop pretending. Maybe it’s time we risk everything—for us.” Elion’s breath hitched, torn between duty and desire. “Brielle, you’re so young… and I’m your Alpha, your guardian. Crossing this line could destroy everything.” She smiled, a mixture of challenge and invitation. “Sometimes the greatest risks lead to the most unforgettable rewards. Don’t you want to see where this could go?” ======= In the shadowed city of Silvercrest, eighteen-year-old Brielle Crest’s rare healing blood marks her as both a miracle and a target. Orphaned by a brutal attack that shattered her family, she is taken in by Elion Zaphiel, the formidable thirty-five-year-old Alpha of the powerful Zaphiel Pack—a man whose protection blurs the line between guardian and something dangerously more. As political alliances tighten and rival packs close in, Brielle and Elion must navigate a forbidden love complicated by their seventeen-year age gap, defying tradition and igniting fierce jealousy within their ranks. With dark magic, deadly enemies, and their own haunted pasts threatening to tear them apart, can their bond survive and change their fate?

Zoe has a grudge against Max, her former lover, who chose another woman over her after achieving stardom as a singer. Max abandoned Zoe while she was pregnant, resulting in the loss of her baby and muted. While working as a stripper, Zoe encountered Wolf, a man who was a producer and owner of an artist talent agency. Boldly, Zoe asks Wolf to marry her to seek revenge on Max. Wolf agreed, with the condition that Zoe would obey him like a slave. Did Zoe's revenge plan go smoothly? And did Wolf honestly want to help Zoe, or did he have other intentions? What kind of married life did Zoe enter into?

Ashina Fenrir was born into legacy and sadly, loss. The daughter of a powerful Gamma and sister to Ironclaw Tribe’s Delta, her life shattered when both were brutally murdered. Her mother, desperate to protect her, sealed Ashina’s wolf form with a witch’s spell and arranged a quiet marriage to Farkas Veldon to hide her away. However, safety was an illusion. Betrayed and trapped in a loveless union, Ashina breaks free only to discover haunting truths about her family’s deaths. Determined to seek justice, she strikes a dangerous deal with King Dragor; eliminate a rogue faction in six months, and earn the right to investigate. As battle calls, the spell breaks, and Ashina’s true power awakens. With her wolf reborn, so too is her past… and her destiny. Standing in her way is Alpha Boris Nightbane, the kingdom’s fiercest warrior—and the man who once watched her from the shadows, claiming her as his fated mate. Now, between war, buried secrets, and a pull she can’t resist, Ashina must decide; will she fight for justice, love, or vengeance? In a world where loyalty is a lie and power is survival, the she-wolf is done running. This time, she makes herself known.

Every Christmas Eve, the heir of the Marco mafia family—Adrian Marco, must follow the family tradition: Draw a name to decide whether he’s allowed to marry me. Because I, Irene Cast, am not mafia-born. Unless he draws the slip with my name on it, he can’t take me as his wife. For four years, Adrian has drawn four times. And not once did he draw my name. I always thought he fought with his family because of me— that he was willing to risk losing his position as the Don, just to choose me. Every time he failed, he held me so tightly and whispered, “It’s okay. There’s always next year.” And I loved him so much it hurt. Hurt enough that I was willing to wait, year after year. This year, I told myself: If he still doesn’t draw my name… I’ll secretly switch the result. I sneaked to the door of Adrian’s study, and heard his younger brother ask: “Don… every year you do draw Irene's name. Why do you pretend you didn’t? Is it because you still can’t let Sera go?” But he simply said, in a flat voice, “Sera needs me for something urgent. Do what you always do: swap Irene’s name for a blank one.” He walked out without looking back. Instead of swapping, he tossed the blank slip into the trash, left the one with my name on the table, and hurried after Adrian. I went inside, picked up the blank slip from the trash, and replaced the one with my name. Watching my own name fall into the garbage. Adrian…I don’t want to wait and marry you anymore. I’ll grant you your choice.

Eight years into our bond, I spotted a child at the kindergarten who looked uncannily like Malcolm—my mate. Malcolm had told me he was away on a business trip. However then he was holding that child in his arms, gently coaxing him. "Be good, sweetheart. In a few days, I'll bring you and your mom home. You're my only child. I'll never abandon you." The child smiled, content and trusting. I stood hidden around the corner, unable to breathe from the pain gripping my chest. Eight years ago, I had taken a silver blade to the stomach to save Malcolm. I lost my wolf that day—and with it, the ability to ever carry a pup. Back then, Malcolm had sat beside my hospital bed and made a promise: "You are the only mate I will ever choose. Whether or not we have a pup doesn't change that." However, what I saw now felt like a brutal slap—a reality too sharp to ignore. What value would Luna have if she'd lost her wolf and could no longer bear heirs? How could I possibly compare to someone who could give him a child, and the pack, a future? Choking back the pain swelling in my chest, I picked up the phone and called my father. "Dad… would you still want a daughter who's lost her wolf?" His voice came through, steady and sure. "Of course. No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you."

"This is a notice regarding proper use of the air conditioning. Please sign to acknowledge receipt." My six-year-old son stood there with a stern little frown, slapping a sheet of paper down in front of me. I glanced at the page. Written in colorful marker were several neatly listed "charges." The whole thing felt absurd. When I did not respond, he pointed at the paper like a tiny adult. "Mom, you didn't turn the air down in time yesterday. That could've affected my health. It was very irresponsible." I looked toward my husband, who had just gotten home from work, hoping he would say something, anything, in my defense. Instead, he snatched up the paper and slapped it down on the table, his voice sharp. "Can't you be more attentive? Our son's health comes first. If you can't even handle something this simple, what kind of mother are you?" With someone backing him up, our son's eyes immediately reddened. He burst into tears. "Mom doesn't love me!" The two of them, playing judge and jury, left me suddenly breathless. "Fine," I said at last. "If I'm such an unfit mother, I'll leave. Let your father find you a new one, someone who knows how to set the air conditioning properly."

They say a wedding dress is a promise of forever. Mine was a shroud for the girl I used to be. I was sold to a monster to pay for my father’s sins. I expected to spend my wedding night praying for a quick death at the hands of Don Moretti. Instead, I got a bloodbath. Before the first glass of champagne could shatter, the doors were kicked open by the city’s most terrifying nightmare: Dante "The Butcher" Vane. He didn't come to save me. He came to collect. By the time the sun rose, my husband was a corpse, my family home was in ashes, and I was draped across the lap of the man who had been stalking me from the shadows for years. "Your father didn't just owe the Don, Bianca," he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of my throat with lethal tenderness. "He owed me. And I’ve decided you’re the only currency I’ll accept." Now, I am a prisoner in his fortress—a gilded cage where the line between fear and desire is blurred by every dark touch. Dante is a tyrant, a red flag wrapped in Italian silk, and a man who claims to be my protector while keeping me in chains. But as the secrets of our shared past begin to bleed out, I realize the "Butcher" has a weakness. He doesn't just want my body; he wants my soul. He thinks he’s breaking me. He doesn't realize that in the silence of my mourning, I’ve stopped being the victim. I’m learning his triggers. I’m studying his scars. And once I make the King of the Underworld fall for the widow he created... I won't just take my freedom. I’ll take his empire.

Alianna Jade was truly, madly, and deeply in love with her childhood crush named Ruston Dwaine. She was obsessed with him to the point that she became his number one fan who keeps on watching him from afar. One day, Alianna’s father put her into an arranged marriage due to business matters and it turned out that the man of her dreams was actually her groom.  Alianna was on cloud 9. Natupad ang pangarap niyang mapangasawa ang lalaking pinakaaasam-asam niya. Ngunit maging masaya kaya si Alianna sa piling ng lalaking hindi naman siya ang gusto? Hanggang kailan siya magtitiis para sa lalaking pinakamamahal niya? Magawa kaya siyang mahalin ni Dwaine? Kung ikaw si Alianna, ano’ng kaya mong gawin para sa pag-ibig? Hanggang saan ang hangganan mo para masabi mo sa iyong sarili na tama na’t itigil mo na? Handa mo bang ibigay ang lahat hanggang sa maubos ka? Kung ikaw siya, susuko ka ba?

''I didn't love you from the beginning...Nate.'' Margarett Fellope died in the clan war between the White Clan pack and the Vougch Clan pack. Nate, who was meant to be her husband, murdered her. Beatrice Fellope, her identical twin, pretends to be Margarett and marries Nate to exact revenge and justice. Beatrice intends to murder Nate, but her conscience intervenes every time she attempts to do so. Their love conflict, chaotic marriage, and murder affair slowly transform into a love full of affection and lust full of love. Will she still want revenge and justice for her sister? Or will she fall in love with the Alpha who murdered her twin sister?