The Titan Bride

"You say it's not possible to have feelings for me before the wedding, yet your body language always seems to say the opposite when I'm close." I said seductively, picking a strand of golden hair. "Like now," I tucked the hair in its rightful place, and she shuddered at the contact. Ah. So I wasn't the only one feeling this pull…this… urge. Tipping her chin up, I made her look at me. "You're always so quick to run your mouth," I scolded. "But right now you're quiet. Why is that, Wildflower?" "Stay back, Zeph." She said weakly. "I don't think you want me to," I lowered till my lips were close to her ear. "Why… so… quiet?" ***** Becoming the bride of the most desired and dangerous Alpha is no fairytale, but a bloody nightmare. Lyla Gray, a young human woman, is taken from a life of poverty and dumped into a world of wealth and Lycans... sold into an arranged union with a man she neither trusts nor desires. Her marriage to Zephyrus Wrath, the fearsome and filthy-rich Alpha of a dominant Lycan pack, is not born out of love, but forced by his pack’s traditions. He never wanted a mate. But when duty calls, he bends to take a bride. What he doesn’t expect is to want her. Uncontrollably. Madly. Yet even as the desire is evident between them, he refuses to force the bond. He wants Lyla to choose him willingly. But Lyla is no calm, submissive woman. She challenges him at every turn, determined to frustrate him enough to make him back down and send her away. Yet in doing so, she draws dangerous attention to herself. Eyes that see her as ungrateful, as someone who should feel honored to be Zephyr’s 'Chosen'.

Sixteen-years-old Lily — right after graduating from high school — met with the mafia boss, Lucian. Like every other lady, Lily dreamed of having a Prince Charming capable of sweeping her off her feet and showing her the whole world. While Lucian was the heir of his mafia family, Lily came from an average, respected family. Despite being world apart, love just kept pulling them together. There is a saying, “No person loves without exposing the heart.” Would they adhere to this, or would they take laws into their hands and write their own fates?

Nineteen years ago, a prophecy appeared in the land of Calla Empire. "The day has come. The Goblin's Bride will be born. The Goblin will rise again." Mothers who were pregnant were f*rced to abort their unborn children. The Queen who was bearing the King's sole heiress was left with no other choice but to escape and run away from the Empire. Amara Fairoza turned into a lovely little girl. She was loved by the people of the woods and was always been a fan of folklores. "My children, do you want to know a secret?" said by an old woman when Amara was seventeen. "It was the Royal family who cursed the people. They were the ones who spread the disease and blame it to the Goblin. They took the Goblin and locked him under the palace. The Goblin's trapped into a deep sleep. A spell was casted by a witch and no one could wake him except for the kiss of his bride." She didn't have any idea back then that she was the lost queen of the empire and the Goblin's bride.

‘‘Why did you kill him?’’ Andrei enunciated slowly, his face red with anger. He was finding it hard to control his mate. *** Andrei had already chased Euthalia from the palace under the accusation that she had killed his father. All evidence was pointed towards her. So why was he having men abduct her and bring her back to the palace? Was it just another part of his revenge? Or was he willing to forgive her? Euthalia on her part had custody of the one thing that Andrei had ever wanted- his child. Could she trust him? And would she be able to prove her innocence before it was too late?

" Damien! You can't tame me! I have Alpha Blood In My Veins"!, Viona uttered with a challenging smirk but the following moment, a shameful moan slipped past out of her tongue. " See! Just a finger of mine can make you this obedient on my bed! What makes you think that you won't give up?", Damien hummed his words before putting the finger into his mouth. ___________ Viona Rogers, the young, mysterious Alpha's daughter happened to despise the idea of having mate in her entire life. But what happens when fate betrays her by blessing her with the most powerful king of all time, Damien Trevisan, the king of all Alphas. They weren't bound to fall in love according to contract but how could she resist his charm? Could she save her Alpha from those creatures who wanted their blood on hands or there was more happening behind the darkness than they both had ever expected? WARNING: Mature Contents!!

Death has a mate - a teenage girl, the Grim Reaper's Bride. All Callie has known is that someone watches her in the woods - Samael, the Grim Reaper. Drawn into his intoxicating web of desires, secrets, and shadows, and hating him with a burning passion - can these two unlikely heroes stop the Apocalypse? Or will Samael start it for love?

"Miss Hudson, we have prepared a corpse identical to you, just as you requested. It will be delivered to your wedding with Mr. Warhol in ten days." Hearing the voice on the other end of the line, Violet Hudson felt a small knot of tension unwind inside her. "Alright. Thank you." "You're welcome. This is our job. Please rest assured—no one will ever suspect a thing." With that guarantee, she exhaled, the weight on her chest easing just a little. After confirming the final details once more, she ended the call and pushed open the door to the private room. The noise inside had been a constant hum, a mix of voices overlapping, but the moment she stepped in, silence fell like a curtain.

"What do you mean. I have to marry you?"I asked as he faced me with a very dirty glare. "You'll just have to accept it missy". "What if I don't?"I asked folding my hands underneath my breast. "Then you'll have to pay me the money you owe me" "But I don't have such money " I whined. "Then face the consequences. You'll get jailed"His thick voice sent shivers down my spine. "You said it's just a few months stuff right?"I asked taking my eyes down to the ground. "A year to be precise" Well I'm Brianna Salvador and I just landed myself in huge trouble. I didn't mean to break his car. I just got angry so I hit it so hard with a rock and it broke. Brianna Salvador is a half American and half Filipino, she's out to make ends meet and prove to her parents that she can also become independent but when she gets herself into a huge problem she's forced to get married to an Italian demigod Diego De Lucas. Is an Italian business man out to take what belongs to him. He's inheritance is siezd by his grandmother and the only way to get it back is if he gets married and begins a family. He meets Brianna in a very odd way and decides to marry her to get his fortune back.

Prince Ron’s life was saved by a silver haired hero. It was love at first sight but the hero disappeared after the exchange of a few words. The young prince accompanies his sister to a mysterious Kingdom where she’s going to be wedded to the King but on getting there, they’re told that the King wants to call off the wedding. Being the good brother he is, he goes to confront the King but doesn’t expect to find his silver haired hero sitting on the throne! He had fallen in love with his sister’s husband to be! What is Ron going to do?

I stretched lazily on the bed, much like a contented kitten, before opening my eyes. Hovering above me was a face that could have been sculpted by the gods—a handsome, well-defined face with sun-kissed golden eyes. My first groggy thought was that Cara had finally brought home a decent, well-groomed man for a change. But…. Why is he in my room? I abruptly shoved him away, ending the spell. "Get off your asshole!" With a scowl on my face, I got up quickly. “Was personal space not mentioned by Clara, huh?” I spoke in an irritated tone. “Clara?” He turned and casually picked up some papers from a nearby table, settling down with an annoying smile. “And who might that be, if I may ask?” He doesn’t even remember her? Asshole “Well, if you must know, Clara—” I started, but my words faltered as something shiny caught my eye. What is..? Then my memories began to flood back. —it’s a damn golden sofa. Shit. Brain Freeze. ~~~ Growing up as the oldest kid on a Chicago farm was no picnic for Mary Johnson. Her folks, good ol' Mr. and Mrs. Becky Johnson, were salt-of-the-earth types, who worked hard on their small farm not far from the gritty backstreets of Chicago. They taught Mary and her siblings the value of hard work, self-value. But as much as Mary loved her family, she dreamed big, but those dreams took a backseat when she needed to step up and help support her family. Then, out of the blue, fate threw her a curveball. A chance in the US came knocking, and Mary didn't hesitate. And then she crossed paths with the Blacks – New York’s high society, dripping with wealth and power, who offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse.