The Fallen Transformation

Delilah, a human chubby girl's life changes when she has a one-night stand, when she is drunk, with a guy named Dallin, who is also pretty wasted. Dallin, who she doesn't know is not only a Ceo of a multi-billionaire company befriends her despite the people in his ears criticizing the girl for being fat. Everything goes well until Dallin realizes the stupid, innocent girl has fallen in love with him, but he does not see her more than a friend as somewhere in his mind, he too thinks she is not his type. ... "Mommy, Why did daddy accept the other twin and not me? He didn't want me?" Hope whispered in her mouth, watching her mother's face with eyes full of tears. .... "Daddy, Why did mommy give me away and kept the other twin to herself? did she not like me? what made her chose between us?" Faith's lips quivered as she fought the tears in her eyes.

"What if I am jealous?” he whispered in my ear. “What if I can’t stand that my father gets to be the one who beds an absolute goddess while I’m stuck being her stepson?"His scent surrounded me and there was nowhere for me to escape."I want you, Aria. I can’t stand the thought of you being my stepmother.”I felt his strong hands caress my back, reaching for the zipper of my dress and slowly beginning to undo it. Before I knew it, the crimson dress had fallen to the ground, revealing my body clad only in black lace lingerie...***Yesterday I was still an illegal healer, born and raised in the slums, struggling to pay rent.Today I am to marry the wealthiest Alpha in Romulus City. Life should be easy going forward, right?Until I meet my husband's son.My Father's Luna is My Mate is created by Reina Bellevue, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

*******Feeling someone's eyes on me I turn to look at the blue-eyed stranger who has his eyes set on me. It feels like his eyes are staring into my soul. It is clear that he heard our conversation as he has a smirk on his face while staring at me. I lick my dry lips and shiver when his eyes move to my lips. I shiver and quickly turn towards Aztec as he pulls me in the direction of what I assume must be the dining room.**** Being an adopted child of the pack, Fenris has always felt like an outsider. Being rejected by his mate along with a murder case to solve, triggers Fenris to find answers about his past. He learns that his parents were murdered by a rogue. Meanwhile Sierra has fallen prey to that same rogue's tricks. Will Fenris avenge his parents death? Will he find his answers or will he lose his mate to the murderer of his parents?

Lisa was supposed to be the pride of her pack—the perfect heir, the next great alpha. But fate had other plans. "A defective wolf," they called her. "A disgrace." Born with a wolf that refused to shift, Lisa lived under the shadow of her father’s disappointment and her pack’s whispers. But nothing could have prepared her for the betrayal that led to her capture. Now, locked in a dungeon, she’s nothing more than a pawn in Alpha Cole’s twisted game. "You have been chosen as the breeder," the prisoner in the next cell murmurs. "None survived before you." Lisa refuses to accept this fate. She’d rather die than be used. But when the prisoner—Derek, a powerful fallen alpha—offers her a dangerous escape plan, she’s forced to make a choice. "Trust me," Derek says, his red eyes glowing in the dark. "Or stay and find out what happens when they come for you." Lisa doesn’t trust alphas. But if she wants to live, she might have no other choice.

Amara had fallen in love at first sight of that man. The sharp gaze from that man seemed to make Amara trapped in the sense of comfort that Amara did not understand. However? When Amara realized that the marriage had happened because of her mother's insistence. It was a subtle way for her mother to kick Amara out of the house. However, is Amara happy? What is this marriage for? I got You are well-known as a young CEO who is rich in wealth, but you are not rich at heart. I am now pregnant with your child. Why don't you admit that? "Amara protested. The man opened his jacket, dragged his long sleeves up to the elbows "what are you saying? You are my wife, but not necessarily the child you contain is my son," the man grinned. "I swear by my life, I will make you love me, and after you fall in love with me, I will leave you without pity. Thats my promise with my life," said Amara firmly.

You want revenge, Michelle? Then marry me." The words came from the last person she ever expected—Kieran Castellan, her ex’s cold and ruthless stepbrother. Hours earlier, Michelle’s world had fallen apart. She caught her fiancé cheating—with her best friend—right before saying “I do.” Humiliated, betrayed, and drowning in debt, she ran from the altar with nothing but pain in her chest. Then Kieran found her. He needed a wife to keep his CEO position. She needed a way to survive. It was supposed to be a deal—a one-year contract marriage, no feelings, no complications. But the more time they spent together, the more dangerous their connection became. Kieran’s touch burned, his words softened, and somewhere between hatred and healing, Michelle started to fall. Until old secrets, jealous enemies, and the ghosts of betrayal returned to tear them apart. Now, she’s faced with a choice: walk away before her heart breaks again… or fight for the man she was never supposed to love.

My name is Emma Brannigan. Just as my relationship progress hits 99%, Jake Sterling convinces me to sleep with him. The next instant, the system's sharp warning rings out. "Emma, Jake's affection level for you has fallen from 99% to 60%! He's clearly unhappy with your performance." I spiral into self-doubt and try every possible thing to improve myself. One day, I overhear Jake bragging to his friends. "Emma still doesn't realize that I can control her progress however I want. "It's exactly like training a dog. When she does well, I raise her score as a reward, and when she slips up, I lower it to push her to improve. "The first time she slept with me, I wasn't satisfied, so I dropped her progress to 60%. "I bet she's already thinking about how to do even better for me next time!"

"Shit!" I hissed as Jide eased into me and teased my core. My fingers made a burning path up his toned back, as I gripped him hard, urging him to go faster. And as we made sweet love into the night, I could not help but wonder how I had fallen. Fallen so deeply in love with him. **** Raised singlehandedly by her ruthless grandmother, after her father died and her mother eloped with a lover, Ivory Stone grew to be a strong and independent CEO who took over her family's legacy and company. She's had everyone and everything answer to her; and would definitely not take 'no' for an answer. And in came Jide. The farmer with the heart of gold who had little to nothing to his name. He was charming, pure, and he defied her in every possible way, testing her limit and questioning everything's she'd been taught. The minute she locked eyes with Jide, she least expected he was what she needed to turn her world upside down. She fell and she fell deeply.

Happiness is a luxury, why didn't God let me receive it, or because my fate was so unlucky that I didn't receive love and protection in the first place? So maybe I have never found my happiness and home so that I can understand how sacred that feeling is, so I appreciate it so much. "Hurry up and go, live like a normal person, have a normal life. Be like everyone else, laugh when you're happy, cry when you're sad. Feel those emotions." ............. "Chen, hold my hand, are we a family now?" "It's okay, Clause Chen, I promise to never deceive or harm you. Come back here, from now on this will be my home, your family." The child still stood there silently looking at the outstretched arms in front of him, neither saying anything nor taking it. What are emotions? What is love? Rain has fallen! Perhaps God is crying for that child or is he crying for the child's journey ahead with no hope left?

I knew perfectly well that open flames were forbidden at a gas-leak scene, yet as a firefighter, I still backed my girlfriend's childhood friend when he insisted on lighting a cigarette "to calm his nerves." In my previous life, a sudden gas leak erupted during a gathering. Her childhood friend insisted on smoking to steady himself. I slapped the lighter out of his hand and yelled at him for trying to get us all killed. Humiliated, he ignored everyone's attempts to stop him and stormed outside—only to be crushed by an advertising board blown loose by the explosion's shockwave. Later, when I saved a child who had fallen from a building and was left hanging in midair myself, my girlfriend—my second-in-command—maliciously cut my safety rope. She stared at my corpse and said, "If you hadn't humiliated George in front of everyone, he wouldn't have died." When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that room thick with the stench of leaking gas.