The Story Of Yanxi Palace

I had returned from overseas to attend my foster son's wedding, already wearing my dress for the evening. My former high school classmates recognized me and pointed at me, laughing wildly. They tore my dress off me without hesitation. Ruby Saunders apologized to me, but it was all an act. She looked at me with malevolence. She had instigated her lackeys to strip me in public. When I tried to retaliate, she slapped me so hard that I fell to the ground. I closed my eyes and laughed coldly as I saw the cruel excitement on her face. She used to imitate me and accuse me of copying her, but I always endured it. However, today was my last straw. I would not allow her to marry into my family and turn me into her mother-in-law, no matter what!

It was only after my boyfriend, Julian Mercer, received his HIV diagnosis that he finally understood what his childhood friend, Luna Sullivan, truly meant by "life and death together". In my previous life, after Julian collapsed from anemia, Luna insisted on donating blood to him. I fought with everything I had to stop it. I told him that Luna had already contracted HIV. If she donated blood to him, he would be infected as well. He refused to believe me. Luna cried and swore that she had never even had a boyfriend. To prove her innocence, she climbed onto the rooftop and pretended she was going to jump to her death. However, she slipped. She missed her footing and fell to her death from the building. To avenge her, Julian conspired with our classmates to kidnap me. He strangled me with his own hands. I still remember his furious roar. "This is all because of your slander! You killed Luna! I will make you pay for her life!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the blood transfusion. I watched as Julian lay there, already receiving blood from his beloved Luna. I smiled faintly. HIV? Fine.

Phoenix Alaric ends up in the royal palace , saved by the lycan prince. She was supposed to be part of an event called the Fated Banquet where she would she have been taken to be a breeder. She doesn’t believe she is his mate but he is insistent on that. After being betrayed by her boyfriend of five years and best friend, love and men are not in the cards for her but Prince Ezra doesn’t want to understand or give up. He gives her a job in the palace, in a bid to make her stay while he finds a way to uncover the mystery of her wolf not recognizing that she is his fated. When his brother and arranged bride set their sights on Phoenix. Prince Ezra has to work towards protecting his mate while also convincing her they are meant to be. Nothing is as it seems in the palace and Phoenix will soon learn that.

He was born with a mask. The mask was a result of curse that was placed on his mother when he was in the womb. Due to this mask, he has neva been granted free movement and this make him a wicked King. Nobody has seen the king except those that are living in the Palace but they all known that he is a masked king. Only "her" can lift the curse and soften his wicked heart. She is a human with crazy personalities. But something seems to be wrong when she was chosen as the Alpha mate. Who on earth will ever imagine alpha Jayden's mate will be a mere human being. Whereas, they were born on the same day, the same place and the same time but fate had it's way in their lives. This is the story of Alpha Jayden's crazy mate

Valentina is a fearless warrior who trains teenagers in her pack. She doesn't care about what anyone thinks of her and she doesn't care that she hasn't found her mate even at 22 years of age. She prefers her independent lifestyle over one with a mate. On one fateful day, the royal family comes visiting and she finds out that the prince of the entire werewolf kingdom is her mate. When she goes with him to his palace, she finds out that he is dominant -as dominant as she is even. Will she submit to him to make their relationship work or will she still want to be independent and dominant just as she has always been? Read this amazingly spellbinding story to find out.

I discover that I'm a homewrecker after dating my boyfriend for a decade. We're looking at marital homes when his wife seeks me out. She beats me up in public and rips my hair out, yet all he does is hurry to her after I've pushed her to the floor. Why? Because she's pregnant. Later, he gets a divorce and begs me to marry him. "I'm begging you, Madison. Forgive me this once."

The first year after they finally bring me home, the impostor suggests a trip to Golden Island so we can build some brotherly rapport. For safety, my fiancee comes with us. They rack up a massive gambling debt at Golden Island's casino. To get themselves out of trouble, she leaves me behind as a hostage and disappears with him. The casino thugs pin me down, ready to take out their anger on me. I struggle to break free, and that is when I notice the leader's phone lighting up with a number for the island owner. Isn't that the number of the adoptive sister who has adored me for more than a decade?

When my wife brought her lover home for the fifth time, I decided enough was enough. I said nothing, not a word of complaint or protest. Instead, I superglued the windows shut and locked the bedroom door from the outside. From the bedroom came the muffled sounds of her little escapade, breathless and feverish, carrying through the walls like a shameful melody no one asked to hear. Calmly, I sat in the living room, picked up the phone, and called my mother-in-law. "Jessie," I said, putting on my best tone of urgency, "it's bad—real bad! Your daughter's locked herself in the bedroom and says she's gonna end it all!"

I drag my suitcase out of the airport and walk straight into a massive billboard. "Welcome back, Jennifer Palmer, the great love of Ivan Olsen's life." The entire Internet praises him for having waited faithfully for ten years. A star-struck reporter shoves a microphone in my face and asks, "Ms. Palmer, are you moved that Mr. Olsen has remained celibate for you all this time?" I blink in confusion at her question. "Who's Ivan?"

To save my husband, I drank until my stomach bled. Despite making it to the hospital, no one would treat me—all because he, a prominent surgeon, forbade anyone from attending to his own wife. In a previous life, he had saved me, a deed that fate cruelly repaid: the same day he saved me, his beloved, Lily Evans, tragically died during surgery. Consumed by regret, he lamented, "If I hadn't saved you, she might still be alive." On my birthday, in a twisted celebration, he intoxicated both me and our daughter. In a horrifying turn, he used his surgical skills to ruthlessly stab us both. As I lay bleeding, I begged for our daughter's life, pleading with him to spare her, his biological child. He coldly justified his brutality by claiming that being tied to me caused him to miss his chance with his true love. Fueled by a desperate need to protect my daughter, I fought him ferociously. He inflicted thirty-eight merciless wounds on me before turning his murderous intent towards our child. As I faced death, my last sight was of him, his decision clear as he once again chose his lost love over his living family.