The Love I Threw Away Novel

I was at the Blood Registry office to reissue my Blood Covenant Certificate with Lord Ethan when the registrar looked up at me and said, “Your Blood Covenant Certificate is forged.” “There is no record of your bond in the vampire consort system.” I froze. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. “I registered my union with Lord Ethan five years ago. Please check again.” The clerk searched once more. “Lord Ethan’s record is here,” he said calmly. “His lawful consort is Ella.” Ella? The name fell like a blade. Before he said it, I still hoped it was a clerical mistake. But Ella… was his childhood companion. In that moment, everything made sense. In five years, he had never marked me. He had publicly acknowledged me as his Blood Queen, letting the entire Coven believe I stood beside him by right. He had given me titles, a throne at his side, and a crown to wear in front of the world. Titles can be announced. Only the Registry makes it law. The certificate he gave me had been nothing but a beautiful lie. The five years I believed were happiness— were nothing more than a carefully forged illusion. An illusion crafted to keep me obedient, grateful, and blind. If none of it was ever truly mine, if even the title of “Blood Queen” was only a performance, then leaving should be easy.

Jameson University's biggest scandal this year was the leaked video of Joy Quinn losing her virginity in the campus group chat. The video was taken in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel. Completely naked, Joy Quinn was pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window by a man a head taller than her. The rhythmic sounds never ceased...

Seven days before our bonding ceremony, I overheard my mate joking with his friends. He had already moved our bonding from the snowfield altar I chose to the coastside grounds because Lyra liked the sea. But that was not the part that made them fall silent. What shocked them was that he had also prepared a Luna crown for her. One of them laughed nervously. “Changing the bonding site is one thing. Maybe Serena will forgive that. But the Luna crown? That’s different. For a woman, that crown means everything. Aren’t you afraid she’ll leave?” My mate only smiled, calm and certain. “It’s just a crown. Serena won’t care.” “She loves me. When has she ever refused me anything? She’s not going to throw a tantrum over something this small.” And for the first time, I realized he was right about one thing. I had loved him enough to forgive too much. But not anymore. So when the bonding day came and he stood at the coastside grounds calling for me again and again, I only watched the snow fall outside the window and thought: He was right. I did not make a scene. I did not demand an explanation. I just walked away without a word. He thought that meant it was nothing. He would only understand later that a woman who leaves in silence is not giving you another chance—she is leaving you with nothing but regret.

Before being sold to a 60-year-old man by her parents, Rosalynn Carter quickly made a daring move – selling her virginity to a handsome man to save herself. However, she never expected that the one-night stand would be an ironic twist of fate, dragging her from one hell to another! "I will never love you!" Rosalynn cried, repeatedly punching the chest of the man who held her tightly. The bottom of her eyes were filled with helplessness and fatigue, but he was always the one who could easily bury her in the depths of despair. He traced his lips gently along her delicate face, whispering into her ear with a voice reminiscent of a demon's. "Not loving will turn into love! You have no other choice because your body, your heart, and even your soul—all were bought by me!" He always emphasized that love couldn't exist in their relationship, why was he now forcing her to love him? Was winning the heart of a demon her misfortune or her sin?

There isn't any cure for migraines. But my billionaire wife, Ashley Weston, has not had a single migraine for years thanks to my daily massage with both hands. On the day I get into a car accident, I beg a passerby to call her to save me. She replies impatiently, "So you're resorting to such shameless tricks just because I won't answer your calls?" Through the phone comes the mocking laughter of her childhood friend, Jordan Hanson. My right hand is permanently fractured, and my left hand suffers from muscle weakness after the accident. A lawyer helps me draft a divorce agreement. With much difficulty, I sign it and send it to Ashley. On the day her head throbs with unbearable pain, she looks at my drooping hands and remains silent for a long time.

Kirsty had a troubled past.Now she's in trouble again.Last time she had her sister, but her sister can't help her again.Who will she ask to help her escape from her tormentor?Tank has had a rough couple of months.He was shot, his sister had been brutally beaten and now he's been dumped by the he has been casually seeing for the past 6 months.Will anyone be caught in the fallout of the crossfire?Two worlds collide when Tank is forced to babysit Kirsty. Can they turn the hate into something more?Or will the rose wither and die?

She's the one girl this player cannot have. A human. I'm dying to claim the redhead who lights up the club every Saturday night. I want to pull her into the storeroom and make her happily scream. She's too pure. Too fresh. Too passionate. Too human. When she learns my secret, my alpha orders me to wipe her memories. But I won't do it. Still, I'm not mate material and I cannot mark her and bring her into the pack. What in the hell am I going to do with her?

Princess Georgette Colucci was blessed by the Moon Goddess. That’s what everyone says. She’s not only a gorgeous young lady, but she also knows who her fated mate is: Alpha Asheron Blues, the future King of the Blues Pack. Their bond brought their two packs together after years of never-ending war. Everyone was happy for them… until tragedy struck. Alpha Asheron died in battle before he could mark his fated mate, leaving behind a devastated Princess Georgette. But the Moon Goddess decided to bless Georgette a second time. Enter Prince Cain Kallistar, the second son of the Kallistar Pack. Georgette’s childhood best friend. He comes back home after years of traveling around the world and it immediately becomes evident for everyone: Cain and Georgette are fated mates. Second chance mates. Georgette has a hard time dealing with the fact that she’s falling in love all over again while she’s still mourning the loss of Asheron… only to find out… Alpha Asheron never died. He’s still very much alive and he wants his fated mate back, even if he has to compete for her. Because that’s what the United Packs Council decided: the two Alphas fated to Princess Georgette must compete for her love. She will decide on one by the end of the month. But how could Georgette decide on just one? She wants them both.

What can a mother do for the sake of her daughter? " Take it off, your suit!", Asher summoned Max when he accidentally splash water on her uniform. "What?---I---ahhh--", she stuttered. Max has no escape. How can she do it if she's not a guy? Read to find out more.

She had been blamed and rebuked; she had lost and been betrayed; she had tried to figure out who she was but instead got trampled upon. Roseline spent her poor childhood life in pain, distress, and hardship, even at the hands of her own father. But she stepped back, not giving up on herself. Lucian is a rich, cursed playboy of the Desmonds who had up to thirty girlfriends and, surprisingly, was catering to their needs. He met Roseline, who never liked him from the start and has been trying every possible way to avoid him. Lucian had been cursed by this same Roseline when they were both kids. But why do they have to meet again, fall in love, and also try to exchange destinies?