Three Marriages Novels & Stories

Snarls and screams erupted around me as massive dark shapes stormed through the trees, colliding violently with my packmates. I stood, stunned and disoriented amidst the chaos. These were not just rogues trespassing on our lands. These were the Night Walkers - the most vicious pack around. "But why would they attack us so brazenly?" I startled back to my senses at the sound of a pained yelp. "Father!" He was battling fiercely with the Beta of the Night Walkers, but he was outmatched. They must have caught us off guard, while our most able fighters were asleep.

I'm Lilith. My biggest trauma used to be my dad forgetting to book my Santorini villa, I know, the absolute horror of it all. I had the Porsche, the diamonds, the designer wardrobe that took up two whole rooms, and Jax, the perfect boyfriend who looked at me like I hung the moon. I thought I was the main character. Plot twist? I was wrong. Turns out I wasn't being raised as the Alpha's darling. I was being fattened up for slaughter. My parents didn't love me, they were just my wardens, keeping me soft and pretty and completely clueless. And that Gala everyone kept whispering about? Not my debutante ball. An auction. I got sold to the Triad like a piece of art, like a handbag, like I was something to own. The Triad. Three terrifying, bloodthirsty Alphas who make the monsters under your bed look like stuffed animals. They need me for some twisted prophecy I never signed up for, and they don't care what I want. Obviously. And the cherry on top of this hot-mess express? Jax held the door open for them. My perfect boyfriend counted his money while they dragged me away. They think they can break the spoiled princess. They think I'm just a "Spawn of Lilith" meant to be served on a silver platter. Soft and sweet and easy to swallow. Here's what they don't get. When you take away a girl's credit cards, her freedom, her whole damn life? The monster underneath is way more expensive to deal with than a few Birkins ever were.

Lilac moved cities with her family to escape the heat of the media over her father's business scandal. After moving into her grandmother's home, she moves into a new school as well. Her new school has three so-called "kings" that try to push her around but when she pulls herself back up, she pulls also their attention, thus a deal was made. "Whoever gets to make her break and fall first gets to have her."

There is a secret about Freya’s birth, and everyone around her has worked hard to keep it from her. As a hybrid werewolf with powers never seen before, she is the best in her field with only one task; to kill. When her newest assignment turns out to be her mate, her life is thrown into chaos. She is determined to kill him and prove that she is worthy, but not even she is powerful enough to resist her mate’s calling. Freya may just have found a man worth submitting to, but three men? It must be the goddess’ cruel joke! Shadows of the past whisper their secrets and the biggest conspiracy surrounding her blood and the dangerous power it possesses may yet be unraveled. Freya will need an army at her side to face her demons, but first she must find a balance between her mates and stop them from killing each other before she can save the world from the dark forces that intend to break it. Join me on this exciting journey of exquisite love, dangerous lust, dark jealousy and possessiveness, and betrayals from the people you least expect it!

Blurb: "I do not accept this pregnancy! I don't know what you're going to do but it is not my problem, and if anyone ever comes to know, you will regret it, Valerie." That was how her life crumbled. After a one-night stand with the alpha's son, she gets pregnant but Rohan is not ready to accept the pregnancy, she leaves the pack and gives birth to her babies, struggling to take care of them by herself. One night she comes back home and her kids are missing, and she is forced to return to Rohan to ask him for help and he agrees on condition. But conditions are not enough to stop them from falling in love with each other and making the same mistake they made years ago. But will he accept her? And is he willing to ruin his marriage to be with her? Or would Valerie find love elsewhere? And with whom?

Three tests. Three gifts. Three men. Nyra thought her miserable life couldn’t get any worse. She didn’t expect a mysterious aunt to show up at her door with news that her birth mother had passed… leaving her a legacy she never knew existed. She really didn’t expect powers that could bend reality or to rule the hidden world of witches, sorcerers, enslaved werewolves, and the ghosts of long-extinct vampires. And she definitely didn’t expect three dangerously alluring men to challenge everything she thought she knew about love, trust, and lust. This is the story of Nyra… a survivor, a witch, and a queen of the legacy that had been cursed for centuries.

"S-Stop… If you keep spreading my legs, I'll get hurt…" On the subway, three muscular guys spread my legs roughly while I try to stop them the best as I can. The man standing in front of me suddenly draws out his belt and ties my hands with it. "Stay put! Sluts like you are born to give us pleasure!" Then, he spreads my legs once again before ripping my soaked panties off my body.

I have always known that as the only child of an Alpha, especially as an omega, my life has been panned out for me. And truthfully, I didn't mind so much. I had a loving father, a stable career, good friends and a good fiancée. Or at least that was what I thought until a betrayal by two of the people closest to me turned my life upside down. Not only did I get betrayed, I somehow managed to put myself on the radar of the three most powerful Alphas in the world. They all want me, regardless of my own wishes and they would do anything to tie myself to them forever. I had to leave my family and everything I have ever known, all because of them. Now, my life is in danger and the only people that can protect me are the ones that I hate with every fiber of my being… even if my body sings in their presence…

My younger sister, Lydia Miller, and I are unexpectedly reborn into a beastman tribe, where the Beast God gives us a choice of identity. The first option is to become a beast woman with tremendous strength and a tall, imposing physique. The second option is to become a saintess with the ability to reproduce across species and an alluring, graceful figure. In our previous life, Lydia became a beast woman to survive, while I became the frail saintess. She ended up scorned by the tribe's beastmen for not being feminine enough. Meanwhile, I captured the hearts of the three strongest and most handsome beastmen in the tribe with my delicate frame. I became their most cherished beloved. Eventually, they rose to rule the primeval forest, and I basked in endless glory as their saintess. Driven mad with jealousy, Lydia pushed me into a poison swamp when no one was looking. With my last bit of strength, I plunged a poisonous thorn into her body, and we died together. When I open my eyes again, we're back at the moment when the Beast God asks us to make our choice. This time, Lydia rushes to claim the saintess identity first. "Ella, this time I'll be the saintess. Since I pity you so much, I'll let you have those three defective, impotent beastmen." I bite back the wild joy flooding through me. What's so great about serving as a breeding tool anyway? In a primitive society, strength is everything.

Wade Cox's fiancée, Cecilia Hart, who should have been dead for seven years, suddenly comes back to life. When I go to find him, I discover that they are discussing marriage. Nestled in Wade's arms, Cecilia points at me as I stand at the back of the crowd. She asks, "Who is she, Wade?" Without hesitation, he answers, "She's just the host for the wedding." I clutch my chest, feeling the warning signs of a heart attack. But before I can question him, the bodyguards escort me out of the living room. Laughter and cheerful conversation continue inside. I stand outside, my hands and feet icy cold, consumed by pain. Two hours later, Wade finally comes out, looking confident and full of energy. The moment he sees the state I'm in, he hurriedly wraps me in his coat. He explains, "Cecilia has forgotten everything except that I'm her fiance. The doctors say any emotional shock could drive her to take her own life. The wedding isn't real. It's just to make her happy. The one I love has always been you." I can no longer hold on at that point—I pass out. Wade panics as he carries me to the car. Even his voice is trembling as he assures me. "Don't be afraid, Stella. We've already found a compatible heart donor. I won't let anything happen to you. I'm taking you to the best hospital right now." He has just put me into the passenger seat when he sees Cecilia standing nearby with tears in her eyes. "Wade, are you abandoning me?" she asks sadly. It takes him only a second to make his choice. One finger at a time, he pries my hand from his. Then, he closes the car door. After that, Wade never appears before me again. Instead, he sends me a message, saying, "Great news, Stella. The surgery was a success! Cecilia can't handle any emotional stress right now. Can you go away and lie low for three months? After that, we'll spend the rest of our lives together." The promises are beautiful, but he doesn't know the truth. The surgery isn't successful at all, and three months is far too long. I don't have that much time left.