The Saintess Has A Showdown

“Open your eyes and see no matter where you run to, you shall forever be my captive!” Betrayed by her mate and her best friend, she ends up sold to Alpha Derek, a ruthless terrifying Hybrid king whose goal is to force her to pay the price for her parents' mistakes. A breeder contract was signed with him, she was naïve to think that was the end of the story but alas, once her baby is born, she’ll be put to death. She thought there would be an escape. But he locked her in his arms, gazed at her with fiery eyes and growled, “Mate!” A possessive Hybrid King who’s willing to set the world ablaze for his mate, and a desperate ex-mate who wants her back.

When Grace Green, a nurse, helped a dying man on her way to work, she didn't know she had just saved a Mafia Don and that she would enter the mafia world. Gunfights. Bloodshed. Brutality. Secrets. DEATH. It was a world different from the peaceful life she lived. A world where a single mistake can cost her life and family. But as danger closes in, the lines between captor and protector blur. The most dangerous threat may not be his world… but her heart.

BLURB ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** You can’t force me to go with you,” I sneered. “I will carry you myself, Vanessa, if you insist on acting like a kid.” “I‘ll yell out for help, someone will hear.” “And sentence your loved ones to death? I think not,” he squinted. “What was their name again, Alena… Eugene" “Kai, don’t you dare touch my loved ones!” I said in gritted teeth as I walked closer to him, warning him, “Or else I will— He scoffed, and he grabbed my hand. “You will what? Huh?” Tears began to fall freely from my eyes. “Kia, don’t touch the ones I love!” I said in between tears. “We made a deal,” he said, grabbing my hands as I struggled to be free from his grip. “There is no going back. If you ever run away again, I won’t even give you a preview, you will attend the funeral of your loved ones.” his voice was dangerously low. Hot tears fell from my eyes. “I won’t touch you, so that you can suffer for your mistake,” he smirked. “You and I know, the pain is worse than death,” he said in a whisper. I closed my eyes and let tears cascade down my cheeks. I now understood what I had done. Understood that I had made a deal with the monster who was once my lover. I was foolish to think he had changed.

They call him the cursed, the devil may cry, the cinders touch. A monster cursed by the Moon Goddess herself, whose touch reduces flesh to cinders. For a century, he’s ruled his shadowed kingdom alone, a king carved from death and darkness. And now, I’ve been thrown to him. A sacrifice. I should have trembled when his cursed hand wrapped around my throat. I should have burned like all the others who dared touch him. Instead, I met his darkness with fire of my own. And when his skin seared against mine, I didn’t turn to ash. I lived.

They tried to break her. Instead, they forged her into a ruthless monster. Five years ago, Jasmine Ives was nothing but a naive girl in love, eager, and willing to hide her identity just to win Enoch Smith's heart. Instead, she was betrayed, humiliated, and cast aside by him for his perfect sweetheart. But Jasmine was never ordinary. She is the heir to the Ives conglomerates, a dynasty powerful enough to collapse industries with a single command. And now she's back, not for love, or mercy, but for payback. Every secret she knows. Every weakness they hide. Every illusion they built. She will tear it apart until nothing remains but ashes and fireworks. They wanted a pawn But they instead created a queen. And this time, the world will bow to the name they tried to erase: Jasmine Ives.

During my night shift, I refused to help my adopted sister administer fluids to her patient. After the wrong drug is given, I watch a seven-year-old boy die after he suffers an allergic reaction right before my eyes. In my previous life, the boy's family stormed the nurses' station after I'd just finished administering his IV medication. The next thing I knew, I was violently beaten up. "You poisoned my grandchild by giving him the wrong medicine!" But the fluid I introduced into his bloodstream was a simple glucose solution. It couldn't have led to such a disastrous outcome. When I was on the brink of passing out, someone called the police. I thought help had finally arrived, but I was sorely mistaken. The police officer—my brother—pinned me to the ground. "We found your prints on the drug vial. You're a murderer." Then, my childhood friend, a forensic pathologist, held up an autopsy report and accused me of the same crime. "The patient's time of death is around 5:00 am. That's the same time you administered drugs into his system." Unable to prove my innocence, I was ultimately beaten to death by the boy's enraged family members. My brother and my childhood friend had always loved me. Even on the brink of death, I couldn't understand why they would do this to me. Now, I open my eyes and find myself back on the night it all began.

When the earthquake struck, Pierse Jones instinctively shielded me with his body, taking the full brunt of the impact and suffering multiple fractures. In the hospital room, the girl in the next bed looked at me with envy and said, “Your husband didn’t even care about his own life to save you. He really loves you.” I forced a smile. “Yeah.” But just last night, after I had fallen asleep, he slipped into the bathroom, his voice soft and soothing as he spoke to someone else—his little mistress, “I’m fine, don’t cry. Be good.” “As long as I think of you, I’m not afraid of anything.” Pierse and I grew up together, from childhood sweethearts to each other’s first love. We had been together for ten years, admired by everyone as the perfect couple. No one knew he had a mistress on the side, a girl who looked just like me when I was eighteen.

In a world where scent defines bloodline, power and love, Lyra was born scentless, a flaw her family could never forgive. When her fiancé publicly rejects her before the pack, she became the packs disgrace. But fate doesn’t end with humiliation. She was betrayed,killed and left to death. Years later she returns under a new identity untouchable and ready to reclaim the empire that was stolen from her. But the last man she expects to face is the masked stranger who once held her under the moonlight_The night of veils.He cannot scent her yet his wolf howls for her. Now hunted by those who tried to erase her and haunted by a bond that defies nature,Lyra must decide what burns brighter, her vengeance or her heart.

Isabella Harrods is a young journalist who meets Terrence Langston, the CEO of Langston's jewelry and the son of the most notorious mafia lord, who was assassinated by his own son, Terrence. Following their meeting, a serial killer imitating Terrence's father's killing pattern emerges, triggering Terrence's PTSD. Even though there is a serial killer on the loose, their hate-to-love relationship blossoms. Terrence forces her to sign a blood contract stating that only death can keep them apart. As the murder rate and Terrence's recurring PTSD skyrocket, Isabella decides to track down the perpetrator. Having sealed a blood deal with him, what happens when she walks in on him while carrying a severed human head?

Violet Taylor for falling in love with Dominic Barker a young and powerful billionaire, she used everything to prove her love to him but in the end received contempt. After two years of suffering, everyone around her abandoned her, causing Violet to jump into the sea because of her despair. But Violet was given a new life by God, and Violet was returned to two years ago. Because she can go back in time, she knows everything that is about to happen and will happen. She promised herself that she would never love Dominic Barker again. But the Dominic Barker in front of her wasn't like the Dominic Barker she knew, was he after her? What strange thing is going on? Dominic Barker gave her a marriage license and made her sign it.