The Male Lead's Little Lion Daughter

"Does he treat you well?" "Indeed," she murmured, however I could see a glimmer of weakness in her expressive doe eyes. So I inclined considerably nearer. So close that I could hear her flighty heart beats. "Allow me to reword that. Does he fulfill you, Bambi?" Her absence of a response let me know what I had to be aware of. "You're excessively really great for him," I mumbled. Her hair felt so delicate against the tip of my nose, and her fragrance caused me to desire her like never before. I really wanted her. Be that as it may, in particular, I expected to show her how such a delightful goddess ought to be dealt with..

Willow Anberline has an unfortunate experience on the eve of her daughter Zoey's sixth birthday. The nanny is killed on the scene, and her only daughter is kidnapped by a mysterious Lycan pack. Even more shocking, the dog in Willow's house, Alpha, suddenly turns into a lycan and saves Willow from danger. A handsome man named Kyler reveals himself to be the proper form of Alpha, who has been in disguise all along. That's not the only problem Willow has to deal with. The appearance of Zoey's father, Willow's first love, puts her between a rock and a hard place. Willow is on two tracks, which confuses her because these two men move in their own way to save Zoey. Meanwhile, both make Willow's heart flutter with their kindness and care. To save Zoey, and later, who knows which love Willow will have to choose.

Atenea, a young woman of captivating beauty, displays an innocent face that could easily be mistaken for that of an angel; however, don’t be deceived, for behind that appearance hides the very devil in a small body. She accepts Valentino Rizzo’s marriage proposal—an ice-hearted businessman—bound by the obligation to save her father’s nearly bankrupt factory. When the young Russian sets foot on Italian soil, she comes face to face with her future husband’s mistress. One might think that the fragile girl would cry over a future with a fiancé who has another woman, but… —“You’re my fiancé’s woman, you say?” —she removes her sunglasses, a gentle smile curving her lips—. “Nice to meet you, I’m Atenea Volkova, the future wife of your man. Sorry… our man.” In contrast, a husband with a cold and unyielding heart, who constantly shows her his disdain and openly professes his love for his mistress, becomes astonished when he discovers a small detail that binds him to his tiny wife. Love arises, grows, multiplies, but at some point, it must perish, for Atenea Volkova is not willing to give her heart to any man. It was a promise made on her knees before a grave, where her fragile heart was buried for life. Can true love bloom between a heart of ice and another cracked and closed to the feelings of love?

I cleared my throat and picked up the menu, pretending to study it. “So,” I said after a moment, “before we start pretending this is something serious, you should know… I’m not exactly the settling-down type.” He arched his brow but said nothing. “I do hookups,” I continued, keeping my tone casual. “That night at the hotel? I was supposed to meet someone else. I went into the wrong room. You were literally a mistake.” He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. Just smirked faintly and reached for his glass of whisky, taking a slow sip. My fake confidence wavered. “Did you hear what I said?” “Every word,” he said quietly. “And?” “And I’m still here.” I stared at him with disbelief. “Wow. You’re not even mad? You’re supposed to call off the wedding and storm out or something.” He chuckled in a low tone, resting his elbow on the table. “You’re really trying hard to get rid of me, aren’t you?” ******* I caught my fiancé cheating with the woman he called his “sister.” Broken, drunk, and reckless, I stumbled into the wrong hotel room, and into the arms of a stranger. By morning, he was gone, leaving only a note: Wrong room, but you taste good. I wanted to forget him. Weeks later, my best friend begged me to meet the man her father had arranged for her to marry and make him call off the wedding. I went there in her place, only to discover he was the same man from that night. He called off the wedding with her. Then he asked me to marry him, but I refused. But refusing a billionaire with an obsession is never that simple… especially when he shows up as my new boss.

After years of mistreatment and anguish she escaped the hell and found a true friend. Finally, Eden wanted more from life. Or at least until she came across another obstacle in her quest to freedom - Lucius Lockhart. The rumored vile monster, who claimed he was her second-chance mate. Although hesitant, Eden gave in and put all her trust in the Moon Goddesses' choice. However, when she had to come clean with Lucius and reveal secrets she hid, he wanted revenge. For her. Returning to her tormentors was the last thing she wanted. With her mate at her side, Eden might survive the reunion, but will she?

Hazel's dad passed away when she was just a little kid but her mother brought her up single handedly until she met Trevor who happens to be her second chance mate. Hazel is a young werewolf damsel who's clueless matters mates and bonds but she meets a Powerful Lycan king who happens to be her fated mate. surprisingly, Ramon doesn't age and he's hesitant to turn her into a Lycan because he doesn't want to kill her. Hazel is still a weak wolf but she later becomes strong, thus becoming the Luna of the werewolves even though the ceremony doesn't hold soon enough. Ramon who's also a feared Alpha king loves his young mate so much although she sometimes dreads him. As time goes by, they start trying for a baby but to no avail until the go to the hospital to ascertain their problem. Trevor and Hazel's mother get involved in a road accident, hence dying instantly, leaving their young son for Hazel take care of and bring up!

“If you want me to keep your secret, you have to do one thing for me in exchange,” he said, his lips curled up slightly. “What thing?” Aurora narrowed her eyes, alarmed at the direction of the conversation. “Never never share the same bed with my brother,” he demanded, his alpha dominance rolling off him in waves, making her want to bare her neck for submission. But Aurora straightened her back and challenged him head-on. “Why? I’m his wife,” Aurora stated with a neutral expression on her face. She and her husband were a fake couple, but he didn’t have to know that. The fewer people who knew, the more favorable the situation was to her. “I’m supposed to…” “You are mine!” he released a deep guttural growl. The possessiveness shown in his words and eyes made Aurora both startled and baffled. He stalked to her in calculated steps, his eyes glinting with a deep well of want and desire under the moonlight. Aurora started to retreat cautiously until her back hit a hard wall. In a flash, he was in front of her, his arms resting on the wall beside her head, caging her. He was so close to her. Too close. His lips almost touched hers. A smell mixed of rain and pine forests invaded her nose, making her dizzy. Her wolf perked up. Aurora quickly cleared her senses. “I’m nobody’s woman,” she declared, locking eyes with him. But she quickly regretted it because who wouldn’t lose herself in a pair of deep blue ocean-like eyes on a face carved out by the Moon Goddess herself? “Want a bet?” he smirked, “One day you will be mine.” The audacity of him!

Si Aquene ay isang babae na matalino, masipag, at mabait kahit na ilang taon na syang hindi nakakalabas ng bodega ay mayroon s'yang nalalaman sa labas ngunit sa hindi inaasahan nasunog ang bahay na kung saan siya naninirahan kaya humanap sya ng paraan upang makalabas sa bodega na iyun at ng nakalabas na s'ya mayroong namang baril na nakatutok sa kan'yang ulo. Matatakasan kaya ni Aquene ang buhay niya sa piligro?

Rosa had suffered emotionally and physically abused by her husband. She had endured it for five years just for the sake of her son. After she had been raped and abused by her drunken husband, she found out she had another child for him. She makes up her mind that she will run away with her baby from her husband. She left her son but take away her baby far far away. With hope, she can start a new life and found new happiness. With help from her half-sister, she living well with her baby. However, after she starts to rent a house and work, she found out that she again makes a bad decision. Her big boss is a lazy bum and always makes trouble, his temperament is worst than her baby! What is even worst??? Her big boss is her housemate! Now, she wonders is she work hard to support herself and her baby or for her big boss?

Dark Mafia Scene “Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?” The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes. “Bring him to me.” The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.” Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?” The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers. “Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light. Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand. “No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.