The Giving Tree Plot

For as long as Klaire remembers, she's been an orphan and an Omega to her pack. A servant meant to serve higher-ranked werewolves. Klaire has a goal, however. She dreams of being free She dreams of leaving her pack, and she'll do anything to do so, even if it means using her mate and wanting him to want her. Alpha Leonel is a young Alpha of one of the strongest packs, he's loved and respected by his pack and he's do everything for them. Anything but giving them their Luna that is. Leonel believes that a mate will only distract him from his duties, he doesn't want her, but one whiff of her scent was enough to drive his wolf crazy. Klaire has a plan. Leonel is rejecting the bond. Where will fate take them?

Camille Thompson's first love and husband-James Parker is in coma and has been hospitalized for three months since the tragic accident he had on his way out after a heated fight they had. Still guilt-ridden and blaming herself for the circumstance, Camille finds herself in another loop when she falls in love with her husband's distant cousin – Liam Scott, who's way younger than she is – when she meets him for the first time. When she finds out she's pregnant for Scott, and that her loving husband had kept his infertility problem a secret for the past 11 years they've been together, will she forgive him or go after a new lover who's obsessed with her but not ready for a family yet, without giving heed to reasoning?

Klaire was abused by her own family, sold to a billionaire, married to an alpha. ---- He was taken aback when he noticed a young woman seated on a tree branch. She was dressed in a white gown and wore no shoes. Her pitch-black gaze locked on the stream below. The breeze ruffled her hair. The pleasant aroma as it approaches causes him to close his eyes. Mate! - growled his wolf. “Yes,” he said, confirming that he had found his Luna. Unfortunately, there was something odd about her. And he quickly clenched his palm into a fist upon noticing something strange about the female. She is a human...

After my husband died in a car accident, I worked tirelessly running a small restaurant to raise my son, Henry. Right before Henry's wedding, I won eight million in the lottery. Thrilled, I decided to sell the restaurant and finally enjoy retirement. So, I called to tell Henry about selling the restaurant, his usually polite fiancée turned hostile. "You're not expecting us to support you, are you? We've barely started working!" She even warned Henry, "If you spend any of our money on your mom, the wedding's off!" Henry argued with her but then reassured me, promising, "You've worked hard enough, Mom. I'll take care of you." Feeling pretty good, I planned to give him two million to start a business. The next day, I got a call saying Henry had been in a serious car accident and urgently needed fifty thousand for surgery. I sent the money immediately, but afterward, Henry vanished. Desperate, I braved a storm to find him in his city, only to walk into a wedding at some fancy hotel. There's Henry, giving a toast and calling another woman "Mom." And, oh, sitting beside her? My "dead" husband from ten years ago.

After witnessing her unfaithful boyfriend with her best friend in , Isabella is kidnapped and forced to accept the fact that vampires are real and she will never be free again while nearly giving up on life. But Isabella will soon discover that she is not the human she thought she was when dark secrets begin to emerge and, for reasons unknown to her, Isabella finds herself possessively drawn to the dangerously alluring Vampire king who is entirely off limits to her. ******* I murmured, kissing him hungrily to my delight. While I was riding my waves of pleasure and pain, my claws drove into the back of his body in sweet delight. I gazed into Salvatore's eyes and saw nothing but for me. With a rush of sweet electrifying feeling crippling my body into a mountain high of buildup. My teeth dug into Salvatore's flesh, seizing the beast as mine. Prince Salvatore was mine, mine and mine alone.

It contains explicit and strong scenes of sex and violence. Physical, verbal, and psychological violence, Use of weapons, drugs, and alcohol, Sexual violence, abuse, and rape, Torture, depictions of blood, and swearing language, Drug trafficking and political regime scenarios, BDSM, role-playing, domination, and submission, Non-consensual scenes Various other topics related to the environment and context in which the plot unfolds. ***************************************** Oscar sucked my breasts as if it was a lollipop, Raymond fuck me as if he was a beast while Noah fuck my mouth with pleasure, and I was a moaning mess because of the pleasure they were giving me. I didn't know foursome was very sweet --------------------------------------- Oscar, Raymond, and Noah Black, known as the Wolves, are ruthless Mafia leaders controlling Spain's cities, they are ruthless, strong, agile, deadly, and born predators. They seek revenge on Aleksandr Vladimir, a powerful and cruel Mafia boss from Russia who killed his loved ones, caused pain to his own daughter, and betrayed other Mafias in his pursuit of power. Aleksandr’s daughter, Penelope Stewart, works as a waitress at a bar owned by Matthew, a man with criminal connections. Unaware of her boss’s debts, Penny is offered to the Wolves as payment. Determined to escape and avenge her mother’s murder, Penny makes a deal with the Wolves: she’ll help them take down Aleksandr in exchange for her freedom. As they work together, they face betrayal, violence, and unexpected feelings, as a bond forms between Penny and the Wolves during their dangerous mission. Will they succeed in capturing Aleksandr easily, or Will their love for Penny hold them back from looking for Aleksandra?

A video proving that Zachary Groff, the fake scion, has set me up is exposed. Following that, my parents and fiancee, Leta Quinlan, stand firmly by me, offering me love and support. I hand the evidence to them, giving them full trust and authority to handle the matter. They tell me that Zachary died in a car accident after being chased out of the house, and I choose to believe them. But then, in the fifth year of my marriage, I have an unexpected encounter with Zachary, who should have already been dead. He is carrying a young girl in his arms while holding tightly onto Leta's hand. He says, "Leta, if not for you and my parents, I probably would have been locked up by Harvey Groff, that heartless man. "Thankfully, Mom and Dad destroyed the evidence and even opened a jewelry design studio for me. You even sacrificed your own marriage so that he doesn't suspect a thing. "Thank you for everything you've done these five years!" "Let's just say that I am making amends to Harvey on your behalf. I'm just glad that you and our daughter are happy and well." It turns out that the happy family, which I thought I had, is just a massive web of lies spun by my parents and Leta. My parents, my wife, and Zachary are the ones actually living happily as a family, while I am just a fool who spent the last five years being deceived. I no longer want to have love—whether familial or romantic—that is not solely mine.

After failing the mission, the System gave me one final chance, and to succeed, I had to give birth to a child. The System promised that if the baby were born safely, it would reveal the truth to my target and give me one last glimmer of hope. However, six months into my pregnancy, just when things seemed stable, I was dragged onto an operating table in the middle of the night by my husband and family. My husband stopped the anesthesiologist from giving me any pain relief. “Let her feel the pain,” he said coldly. “We need to keep the kidneys as fresh as possible.” My parents instructed the doctor to draw my blood. “She’s the same blood type as our precious girl. Let’s take some for backup.” Even my childhood friend, the boy who had always been by my side, was the one to slice open my abdomen.  They wanted my kidneys to save my sister, who was dying from kidney failure. No one believed I was pregnant. No matter how much I begged, they went ahead with the operation, tearing me open. The baby couldn’t survive, and I died on that operating table. However, as my soul began to fade away, something strange happened. Those who had murdered me—my husband, my parents, my so-called friend—they all lost their minds.

With a bag of vegetables gifted by the previous tenant in hand, I was on my way to collect rent from the third household when I unexpectedly ran into someone at the entrance of the community. The man frowned, his eyes fixed on the vegetables I carried, as though he couldn't fathom how I had ended up like this after leaving him. Following his gaze, I instinctively shifted the vegetables behind my back. My eyes dropped to the muddy water on the pavement, and I never would have imagined bumping into my ex-boyfriend—the one who had grown up with a silver spoon—in this aging neighborhood. He noticed my movement, and for a moment, something flickered in his expression: a mix of pity and recognition. "Since you've already learned your lesson," he said, "come back with me." At his words, I instinctively stepped back half a pace. "Who said I'm going back with you?" My rejection seemed to sting, darkening his face. "I know you're still blaming me for giving Rachel a child," he muttered, "but it's been three years. Isn't it time to stop? As long as you come back, we can be the same as before." Three years, huh? How quickly time had passed. Thinking of my little girl at home, still babbling her first words, I couldn't help but smile and shake my head. "Let's leave it at that. Go home and live your life with Rachel. My daughter's waiting for me to go back and make her food."

At my lowest point that year, I took a job at a pet shop, where I was assigned to take care of a "gentle-tempered" silver-white Alaskan Malamute. Every time I went near him, he would lift his head and bury his nose against my chest, breathing in low, rough sounds that felt disturbingly like a grown man holding himself back. Especially when my hand brushed through his beautiful fur, his body would heat up, and his eyes would darken and burn with unmistakable possessiveness. Thinking he was sick, I rushed to find the shop owner. The owner gave me a long, meaningful glance. "He's not sick. But he only acts like this with you. "You need to bathe him, give him a full-body massage, and try giving him a little kiss. Otherwise, he might lose control." I had my doubts about the whole thing, but I didn't really have a choice. I went along with it anyway. Eventually, I told the friend who had gotten me this job everything that had been happening. After she heard me out, she went quiet for a second. Then, she looked at me strangely and said, "Have you ever thought that maybe you're not looking after a dog at all? What if he's actually a werewolf who can take human form, and he's in heat, using pheromones to mess with you because he wants to… You know, sleep with you?"