The Queen They Buried

My mother-in-law, Teresa Hawke, said she was trapped inside her burning villa. I called my husband, Asher Jensen, begging him to save her. But he was too busy at some bar, flirting with his childhood sweetheart, Melanie Lanner. It wasn't until I begged him, over and over, that he finally went to save Teresa. But Melanie was snatched from that same bar, tortured, killed, and dumped. He acted like none of it mattered until I got pregnant. Then out of nowhere, he threw it all back on me, saying it was my fault. Asher pulled every string he could to bankrupt my family, driving Mom and Dad to leap to their deaths. Then he rounded up a gang of violent psychopaths and threw me in with them. I begged again and again, but he just watched me with that dead stare. "You'll suffer like Mel did before she died! She left this world in agony. Why should you get to live? That's not fair." 99 stab wounds—that was how many it took before I finally bled out and died. And then, I woke up, right back on the day Teresa screamed for help from inside that burning villa.

Flynn Greg has lived her entire life in the shadows — poisoned, lied to, and betrayed by the very people she calls family. At 23, she believes Roselyn is her mother, unaware the woman murdered her real mother during childbirth and stole her life. For years, Roselyn’s poison kept Flynn’s wolf weak, ensuring she’d never rise, never fight, and never claim what was hers. But fate isn’t so easily silenced. Betrayed by her half-sister Celine and rejected by her mate, Ranon, a power-hungry wolf desperate to marry into the Alpha bloodline — Flynn is drugged and framed in a twisted scheme to disgrace her. Left powerless, humiliated, and marked for banishment, she should have been broken. Instead, the night brings her something beautiful. A one-night encounter with an emotionally unavailable, secretive stranger named Ray sets off a bond neither of them expected. But Ray isn’t who he seems — and neither is Ranon. Unknown to them all, the two men are twins separated at birth by their own mother, born into a brutal bloodline of ruthless ambition. As secrets unravel and Flynn’s dormant powers surge to life, she uncovers the horrifying truth about her past, her lineage, and the prophecy she was born to fulfill. The girl they called weak is the heir and greatest Alpha wolf no one saw coming… and she’s out for blood. Now, Flynn must decide: will she surrender to her heart’s pull toward Ray, a man carrying unaware secrets of his own — or solely focus on the vengeance that she had sworn to dish? One thing is certain: those who betrayed her will kneel, and the pack that cast her aside will learn the true power of a wolf who was never meant to be caged.

My marriage to Lucian Hawke was hailed as the most perfect union in the mafia world. As the daughter of the Sinclair family and him being the sole heir of the Hawke family, our marriage united the two most powerful mafia families in the Northeastern. I thought we were unbreakable. Then, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer. As if life couldn’t get any worse, my husband's first love returned—on the very same day. That night, the man I’d been married to for years didn’t come home. The next morning, his voice was cold, distant. Indifferent. “I’ve got the divorce papers ready. When can you come sign them?” I hesitated, struggling to steady my voice. “I’m still at the hospital.” He didn’t even pause. “I don’t care if you're on your deathbed, Elara. Come home and sign the goddamn papers.” My heart shattered, but I refused to let it show. “As you wish, Lucian.” What he didn’t know was that I was dying—literally. A week later, at my funeral, Lucian wearing a tuxedo, weeping at my grave, whispering regrets he should have voiced when I was still breathing. Ironically, my funeral day, was also his wedding day with his sweetheart. But it was too late, my love. This time, you’ll never see me again.

Organisasi Al Reint adalah organisasi rahasia yang tidak diketahui keberadaannya. Para intelijen maupun organisasi rahasia dunia hanya mengetahui namanya saja tanpa tahu mereka itu sebenarnya apa. Gosipnya organisasi itu adalah organisasi terkejam yang pernah ada, organisasi itu dipimpin oleh seorang ketua yang mereka sebut dengan Azqadam. Dia adalah seorang yang sangat misterius hanya kaki tangan atau mata dewanya saja yang pernah melihat wajahnya, tidak ada yang tahu rupa dan jenis kelaminnya karena dia selalu mengenakan topeng dan mengenakan jubah putih. Dibawah kedudukan Azqadam ada 9 para wakil yang disebut dengan tetua suku, dari ke-9 tetua hanya tetua no 3, 5, dan 7 yang sangat misterius mereka tidak pernah menunjukan jati dirinya ke sesama para tetua suku. Ada yang mengatakan mereka bertiga merupakan seorang putera mahkota maupun pangeran sebuah kerajaan yang ada di dunia ini dan ada yang mengatakan mereka adalah para crazy rich dunia. gosipnya pun simpang siur tidak ada yang dapat memastikan kebenarannya. Yang pasti semua orang yang ada di organisasi Al Reint adalah orang berbahaya dan penuh tipu muslihat. Kaki tangan atau Mata dewa dari seorang Azqadam dikenal dengan nama Alorest. Seorang yang berhati dingin, jenius, dan sedikit gila. Kegilaannya adalah suka membunuh para penjahat, dia suka membunuh mangsanya secara halus, selalu membuat ide kematian yang diluar nalar, para tetua menyebutnya si psikopat jenius gila. Dunia yang terlihat indah dan damai sebenarnya hanyalah ilusi semata karena yang sebenarnya terjadi adalah banyaknya krisis kelaparan diseluruh dunia, para pemimpin yang tamak akan harta kekayaan negara, serta gencatan senjata di beberapa negara. Misi dari organisasi Al Reint adalah ingin mereset dunia agar menjadi dunia yang ideal. Tapi dalam setiap misi yang berawal dari sebuah kebaikan pada akhirnya akan menciptakan sebuah kejahatan pula. Karena hakikatnya manusia tidak pernah puas dan selalu diliputi oleh nafsu dunia sehingga dapat mengubah tujuan awal dari misi tersebut.

For five years, I let my husband’s mistress take whatever she wanted. My birthday. His time. His attention. The tenderness that used to belong to me. I even told myself I could survive watching my own son choose her over me, because a damaged family still had to be better than none at all. It wasn’t. This year, my husband took his mistress away for their birthday trip, and my son ran straight into her arms and called her Mom. That was the moment I finally understood something I should have learned five years ago: no matter how much of myself I gave to that family, I would never be the one they chose. So I filed for divorce. None of them believed I could really walk away. My husband thought I was bluffing. His mistress thought she had won. My son did not even look back. None of them believed I could really walk away. Then a call came from overseas: Matteo Bellandi’s wife was dead. This time, I left them with nothing but my ashes.

That winter, the Silver Moon Pack holds its annual ski hunt. An avalanche strikes without warning, and the three of us are trapped in a lift pod. There's only one thermal suit left. My mate, Ryan Mercer, gives the thermal suit to me. I survive, but his childhood sweetheart, Eve Hurst, is buried forever beneath the endless white of the mountain. No body is ever found. However, he gazes at me with devotion and says, "Celine Bartlett, you are the love of my life." I soak in those words, believing them. But I have no idea this is the beginning of my nightmare. For the next five years, he speaks to me only with cruelty. "You killed Eve. You're a murderer!" He locks me in the basement and whips me with lashes soaked in wolfsbane. Then, he pretends to show pity and feeds me with a silver fork. When I refuse, he stabs me with silver nails across my legs, carving deep red lines into my skin. "This is what you owe her, and you will repay it!" When I ask for a reject, he stabs a silver dagger into my chest, dragging me into death with him. When I open my eyes, I find myself back on the day of the avalanche. This time, I hand the survival gear to Eve without hesitation. This time, I owe her nothing. And now, I want to see whether they will get their happy ending without me around.

Adelaide 'Leda' Knox is exceptional. She is destined to save the vampire race from a deadly disease that has been ravaging their population for 150 years. It's a shame Leda has no idea that vampires exist. Rasmus Lyksborg is the last survivor of the House of Oldenburg. His family sat on the throne for centuries. He should be king But he's not. Can Rasmus persuade Leda to answer the call of destiny, or will both succumb to political machinations, prophecy and plague?

Three years ago, I broke up with my girlfriend—Audrey Hades—while she was on the verge of going bankrupt. Immediately after, I got engaged to her biggest rival, Clara Sterling. Later, she turns into a celebrated and adored rising star of the business world. She allows people around her to mock and label me as a gold-digger who leeches off rich women. But what she doesn't know is that I've been dead for three years.

My dad is a fan of tough love parenting. When I was a kid, there was a time when I obtained full marks on two subjects. But he told me, "Your grades don't mean anything in life. If you were a true man, you'd leap down five floors without batting an eyelash." Some time later, I was awarded for my act of bravery. But Dad scoffed in my face. "Not even a hair is harmed on your head. Why should you be awarded anyway?" I thought Dad wanted me to go through more training in life. On Christmas Eve, he ditched me on a snowy mountain under the guise of wanting me to go through more training. He didn't give me a tent or a lighter. Later on, Dad even brags about his parenting method to his relatives and friends. "A real man should survive and thrive in a desperate situation! I told Julian that he can forget about being my son if he can't even make his way back to the summit!" But the red dot on the GPS tracker installed in his phone hasn't moved for the past three hours. The truth is, I've already frozen to death in the mountains. Trapped in my fist is a crumpled, torn scrap of paper. Meanwhile, my soul is currently floating above the dining table while watching Dad brag about his tough love parenting.

I was in San Aria Bay with my mom, enjoying a quiet, sunlit getaway, when my phone suddenly lit up with a string of messages from my husband's ever-arrogant secretary. She sent a photo. The woman in it had been stripped naked, her body covered in blood, the sight almost unbearable. A voice message followed, her tone dripping with disdain. "Jeannie, do people like you always take advantage of others like this? "Mr. Smith just bought this house, and you already had your mother move in for free? As his chief secretary, it's my responsibility to remove anyone living off him."