The Summer I Turned

Phoenix is the president of the Wolf's blood Motorcycle club, but he has another name . Well, no one but his vice president. That don’t know that his true name is Sephiroth Demogorgon nor that he’s a Prince of the werewolf’s east packs. He’s supposed to be next in line to be king, but he refuses to be so because he feels he’ll be the same as his father. When he was 16 years old, he ran away to escape the future that scared that he’ll become if he stayed. That was till the day that he runs into a witch name Nakesha Hakambir who turned out to be his mate and his world turns upside down. Nakesha Hakambir is a young witch that was left to the coven of her mother’s coven when she was only 6 years old and was treated like a slave to them. She was beaten and many times starved when she didn’t do all that was needed to be done in the coven house. When she turned 11 years old, she was made to wear a ring cuff onto her left ear to be told it was for her own good because her father had a split personality that led to his downfall. Nakesha had a life where she doesn’t trust anyone, nor does she believe those who tells her that they care about her does. She’s to the point that she believes that sooner or later everyone will leave her. Will Sephiroth be able to show her that not everyone will leave her or will his own demons hurt her more. Please first read "Betrayed by my mate" and "The secret wolf" because this story is the third in the series.

For Gabriel, the nightmare didn't start with a scream. It started with a wedding announcement. The news was a death sentence. My pious mother was marrying the wealthiest man in the city, but the Miller fortune didn't matter to me. What mattered was the monster I would now have to call family. Derek Miller. My campus bully, the guy who spent years making my life a living hell was about to become my step brother. And the most shameful secret of all? I was deathly attracted to him. I thought I could survive it. I had Bradley, the boyfriend I had supported for five years, the guy who promised me the world. But he lied. I didn't get the world. I got a gut wrenching betrayal. I walked into a luxury apartment to find the only person I trusted being ruined by my bully. Derek didn't look away. He pinned me with a gaze of satisfied rage, claiming my boyfriend just to prove he could. Now, I am trapped in the Miller family tree with a step brother who loathes me. Between the holy lies of our parents and a shared bathroom that has become a hunting ground, I am drowning. Derek uses my stolen sketchbook and a leather belt to remind me I am nothing but a toy, his favorite plaything. I was desperate for a shoulder to lean on. I thought I had finally found a savior in a gentle stranger who pulled me from the wreckage of a rainy night. But as the masks slip, I am realizing the truth. I thought Derek was the monster, but my knight in shining armor may be the actual devil.

Everything comes crashing down as my eyes widen into his. Both of our breathing labored but his hands not releasing me. “Grace.” He says breathlessly. That name is all it takes to wake me up. ‘Grace’ I’m not Grace. He thinks I’m someone I’m not. I shouldn’t be doing this when he doesn’t even know who he’s with. I scramble off of him and stand in the middle of the room panting. I can see him start to fumble, standing up and walking towards me. I look up at him, my eyes wide. “I’m so sorry. We shouldn’t… We shouldn’t have done that.” I stammer out and he looks at me shocked. Walking towards me like I’m a trapped animal he’s scared is going to run away. “Why, Grace? Why shouldn’t we have done that? Please, just talk to me.” I can hear the pleading in his voice, the fear that I didn’t want him to kiss me, but that’s not it. I don’t know why. Why I’m so scared to just tell them the truth, so I decide to lie. “I’m sorry, Gunner. I like all three of you. I’m not going to choose, so I’ve just decided I wouldn’t be with any of you. It’s not fair to you guys.” I don’t wait for him to respond, I run out the door and down the steps, landing face first in Dean’s chest. He pulls me up and wraps my legs around his waist causing me to gasp. “Who said we’d make you choose, Bambi?” And before I can respond his lips are on mine.

Andrea Thompson was out to celebrate her birthday with her sister and her uncle but her party turned into a disaster when she accidentally killed a man who was a dear brother of a ruthless mafia. Andrea's descent night turned into her worst nightmare.

Si Haraleigne Perez ay isa lamang na mababang empleyado ng Dela Valle Corporation. Tila ba walang katapusan ang kahirapan at ang kanda-kuba niyang pagkayud sa buhay, ngunit ito ay tuluyang nagbago ng isang gabing malasing siya mula sa business trip at maka one night stand niya ang kanilang CEO na si Gabriel Dela Valle. "I need a marriage partner, Hara Perez." "Ano po, sir Gabriel?" Maang na tanong ni Hara dahil wala siyang ideya bakit iyon sinasabi sa kanya ni Gabriel. "I said....marry me." Pansamantalang pamalit, kabit o parausan. Iyan ang naitatak ni Hara Perez sa kanyang sarili magmula nang tanggapin niya ang kasunduang magpakasal kay Gabriel kapalit ang pagpapagamot sa kanyang ina na nangangailangan ng pera para ma-operahan. Napagtanto niyang may babaeng minamahal pala si Gabriel at ito ay ang kanyang kasintahan na si Dana Hernaez Ano ang gagawin niya kapag nalaman niya na kaya nagpakasal si Gabriel ay dahil gusto lamang nitong maghiganti kay Dana at si Hara ang napili niya bilang wastong kasangkapan sa kanyang ninanais. Ibinaba niya ang kanyang dignidad para lamang sa ikabubuti ng kanyang ina. Ngunit hanggang kailan siya malalagay sa ganitong sitwasyon? Hanggang kailan siya magiging panakip butas lamang? Darating kaya ang araw na mamahalin din siya ni Gabriel?  "Please, alagaan mo siyang mabuti para saakin ha, maari ba iyon?" "Nagmamakaawa ako, sa ngayon ay mahalin mo siya para saakin." Paki-usap ni Dana. "Hindi kasama sa kontrata na mamahalin ko siya para sa'yo." Matigas na pagtatanggi ni Hara. Ngunit ano ang kanyang gagawin nang napagtanto niyang nahulog na rin siya kay Gabriel at nagbunga ng inosenteng bata ang kanilang pekeng kasal?

My secret boyfriend, Marco Ross—the fastest rising mafia star in New York—hid a ring in our home. I thought it was for me. Instead, I received a video of him proposing to another woman—Bianco Conti —on our anniversary. The same night, masked men broke in, held me at gunpoint, and forced me to call Marco. A woman answered the call, “Marco, your little orphan is calling again.” Then Marco’s cold tone. “Don’t bother, babe, she’s just your substitute, a stray I keep around, a free woman to warm my bed.” The masked men shot me in the stomach—then fled. What Marco didn’t know? The real Conti heiress… was me. The Bianco he cherished so much… was just an imposter. I once refused to take the Conti name because of Marco, afraid it would ruin us. But if he never cared… why should I? I made one call. “Papa, I’ll come home, take over the business, and accept the marriage alliance—but Bianca has to be go.”

A never-ending lie starts with a desire for something. How far can you go for the person you treasure the most? How deep can you dig to make everything go according to your plan? Solana Stone was deprived of love and yet her heart never seeks for revenge. She was forced to marry the illegitimate son of the Evans family, replacing her adoptive sister who stole her boyfriend. Her life with her husband was simple. She learned to live a comfortable life in a small house with him and later found herself falling in love with her husband. It was like magic, she was enchanted. But how can she be happy with the life she has when she’s been living in a lie?

Everyone knows I'm Brooke River's bootlicker—I've stuck by her side for the past ten years. Now, she's getting engaged to someone else, and everyone's waiting to see me make a fool of myself. The problem is… I already got married three years ago.

My husband had a severe addiction for physical intimacy. However, in the seven years of our marriage, he never touched me, not even once. To suppress his urges, he soaked himself in bone-chilling ice water every night. His arms were covered in needle marks from constant injections. It broke my heart to see him like that. I offered myself to him many times, but he insisted on simply giving me a restrained kiss on the forehead before saying, “Don’t be silly, Summer. I’m not like those animals. How could I ever bear to hurt you? For you, I’d gladly live the rest of my life in a platonic marriage.” This strange, almost obsessive restraint of his lasted seven years. Despite the numerous times he pushed himself far enough to end up hospitalized, he still refused to cross that line. Then, on our wedding anniversary, a young woman named Anna Brandt came in for her ninth hymen restoration surgery. After the anesthetic was administered, her cheeks flushed red. As her mind grew hazy, she started crying weakly like a lost kitten. Looking at the love bites scattered across her body, I shook my head and assumed she was just another girl who had gone astray. That was until I heard her last tearful whisper. “John Shaw, you jerk.” My hand trembled and I nearly dropped the scalpel. Because my husband’s name also was John Shaw.

Saira was once a cheerful girl, but her life drastically changed after the devastating loss of her father. Her high school years were filled with torment, as she was relentlessly bullied by a cruel classmate who made her life miserable. When she finally graduated, she felt relief, believing that chapter of her life was over. However, after graduation, she faced another struggle, landing a terrible job where her life only seemed to get harder. Her world turned upside down again when her mother announced her marriage to a new husband and introduced her to their new family. To Saira’s horror, her new stepbrother was none other than her former high school bully—the very person she thought she’d never have to see again. Shocked and heartbroken, she dreaded what was to come. Things got even worse when she learned she would be working as his secretary. Despite her fears of facing torment once more, Saira was surprised by her stepbrother’s behavior. He had completely changed. Instead of bullying her, he was now protecting her—saving her from workplace issues, standing up for her, and being supportive in ways she never imagined. The boy who once hurt her deeply had transformed into a man who treated her with care and respect. Saira’s heart began to waver. The crush she once had on him returned, and she couldn’t deny that his changes captivated her. But forgiving him wasn’t easy. The scars of the past still lingered. Conflicted, Saira confronted him, demanding answers, accusing him of playing tricks on her. In response, he begged for her forgiveness, admitting his regret and pleading for a chance to make things right. Saira must decide whether she can trust him again—or whether the pain of the past is too much to overcome.