Throne Of War

A young werewolf has been cast away by his peers because of his uniqueness. Kinsley has been unable to mindlink anybody within his pack, the Silver Pack. With this disability, he only hoped that one day, his own mate will accept him for how he was. While waiting for that fateful day, will Kinsley find solace in the eerie sound of silence?

'The downfall of a queen is a fatal one' Munawarrah Osman Abdel-Jabar is a cold hearted Egyptian/ Nigerian woman born, and brought up in Nigeria, CEO of Aaima pharmaceuticals and Aaima construction company. She has done things to land her where she is and she isn't stopping. Her father had left her Nigerian mother, Aaima with pregnancy and ran away, she is among the top fifty most influential women in the world and considers herself incapable of love. Following series of events that leads to the shaky background of her company and threatens it's collapse. Munawarrah is forced to drop her pride and do things she hasn't done before but can even those help her so as to be able to hold onto it? MUNAWARRAH: Woman Of Vile isn't just a story about the strength of a woman, it depicts love, betrayal and sacrifice.

Life is full of mysteries and secrets. Each and everyone in their life have their own secrets to save oneself or others. In this story, our heroine Lara had her own secrets which will make up her future with the right person. What is her secrets???? Who is that right person????....... Lets begin our story!!!!!!

Hanggang saan nga ba ang kaya mong gawin para sa iyong minamahal? _ Paano nga ba niya paiibigin ang isang taong mayroon nang ibang minamahal? Isang hamon iyon sa puso ni Aleyha, sabi nga nila walang pusong bato sa matiyaga kung umibig. Kaya handang gawin ni Aleyha ang lahat makuha lang ang puso ni Ivo Sebastian. Dahil kailangang umibig ito sa kanya kahit may Althea Mauricio pa sa pagitan nilang dalawa. Sisiguraduhin niyang sa huli sa kanya magpapatali si Ivo at siya ang iibigin nito. Dahil siya ang mas karapat-dapat sa puso at pagmamahal ni Ivo. _ Ngunit karapat-dapat nga ba talaga siya sa puso ng binatang bilyonaryo, hindi ba isa siyang babaing naninira ng relasyon at pumapasok sa pagitan ng dalawang pusong nagmamahalan? ***** 06-06-25 Story Written By: LadyGem25

A sister. A daughter. Isabelle's responsibility was confronted when men in black raided their home saying they were put up as collateral for 5 million debt of someone they did not even know the name. Given 2 weeks to pay the debt and save her sister from those bastard's hands, Isabelle accepted an offer to be a wife for someone she did know, in exchange for 15 million. Habang ginagampanan ang pagiging asawa, malalaman niya ang mundong kaniyang pinasok ay puno ng panganib. A daughter, a sister, and now a wife. Traversing through her new life, secrets will slowly unfold. Mysteries, Betrayal and Responsibilities will weigh her down. Strangling her from truth and love, she will find her way through everything just to survive.

Perfection was the curse. I was born into wealth, beauty, influence, and a family empire that stretched across continents. People envied my life, not knowing it was nothing more than a gilded prison. The only thing that ever felt real was ballet, the passion my parents forbade because it brought them no power, no profit, no leverage. My parents; greedy, ambitious, unfillable, hid their cruelty beneath luxury. And on my eighteenth birthday, they revealed the ultimate betrayal. I was engaged to a powerful man twice. . . no, three times my age. A man feared across Europe. A man whose hands were stained with secrets the world pretended not to see. They sold me to strengthen an alliance. So I ran. Barefoot, shaking, heartbroken. I stole one of our visitor's chopper and fled to Sicily, thinking distance could save me. I thought I escaped the monsters who owned my life. But I only ran into a darker one. Because Sicily is his territory; Aldrick Moretti, the shadow king of the Italian underworld. Cold. Untouchable. Beautiful in the most devastating way. The man people whisper about as if speaking his name is a sin. A man with eyes that see through lies. . . including mine. And the moment he found me trespassing on his land, bleeding, terrified, and wearing the remnants of a runaway bride. . . He didn’t return me. He didn’t free me. He claimed me. Not as a business deal. Not as an alliance. But as something far more dangerous. He became my captor, my protector, my obsession, and the forbidden flame I should never have touched. Because in his world, love is not tender. It’s a weapon. And I am the sacrifice wrapped in a veil he refuses to let go.

Flora Amor thought she had found her fairytale in Dixal Amorillo, the man who made her heart race with every whispered breath of her name. But her dreams collapsed when she discovered that her marriage was built on a cruel bet. Her world crumbled further after a tragic family secret left her with no memories of the past. Seven years later, fate brings them together again through her mischievous, brilliant child, leading Flora Amor straight into Dixal's powerful construction empire. Now a changed man, Dixal is determined to fight for the wife he once lost. With the hidden enemies, family betrayals, and long-buried truths threatening to tear them apart, Flora Amor found the courage to hold on to the healing power of love

I didn't just break the rules; I unraveled them. One rain-slicked night in Edinburgh, I fell into the arms of a stranger who tasted like rain and dangerous secrets. No names, no strings—just a kiss that should have stayed in the shadows. Then Monday morning happened. ​The man from the alley? He isn’t a mystery anymore. He’s Professor Alistair Reid, and he's the only thing standing between me and my engineering degree. He says we have to be strangers. He says there are boundaries. But every time our hands brush over a silk sample in the lab, I know he’s lying. ​In the world of high-stakes textiles, the strongest threads are the ones that are hidden. But when obsession starts to fray the edges of our lives, who’s going to be the one to let go first?

A cruel young man who witnessed the death of his parents at a tender age, Edem Demirai, harbored a simmering rage within him. And then there was Lavigne Kotobe, a girl condemned by the chains of addiction at the tender age of eighteen. When their paths collided, their meeting was nothing short of a collision of tempests, their anger a force of nature. In the midst of their tumultuous encounter, Edem's words cut through the air like a blade against porcelain skin. "I want you, Lavigne," he whispered, his voice laden with both desire and darkness. "First with kindness, then with the gentlest touch. I want to both hurt you and shield you from pain. I want your voice to echo and then fall silent. I want you to revel in pleasure and struggle to understand it. I want to kiss you until your breath escapes you, only to inhale it back again in a desperate gasp. I need you, and I want you to steal the very breath from my lungs." Their collision was inevitable, their connection fraught with danger and desire. As they embarked on their tumultuous journey, they would soon realize that their meeting was just the beginning of a fiery dance between two souls destined to either consume each other or ignite a blaze of passion that would defy the darkness closing in around them.

The night my father collapsed, I learned some men negotiate with money… but Noah Thorne negotiates with lives. I never planned to marry a billionaire CEO, especially not the man my father owed $50,000 to. But when the hospital demanded an $80,000 deposit before surgery, life made the choice for me. While my mother sobbed in a cold hallway, Noah’s bodyguard arrived with an offer, an arranged marriage, a contract marriage that would clear the debt and cover every medical bill. When I confronted Noah, he presented the terms without cruelty: one year, no intimacy, public appearances only, and freedom after. He believed he was offering mercy but I felt like beautifully packaged captivity. Desperation crushed pride, and I signed. Our “marriage” was a seven-minute formality, no vows, no meaning. Moving into his penthouse was like stepping into a museum built to contain silence. Publicly, we were the perfect romance. Privately, we were strangers navigating a fragile arrangement thick with unspoken tension. Complications followed us: Noah’s elegant, smug ex who treated me like a placeholder, and my own ex-boyfriend, whose sudden reappearance triggered jealousy in Noah he couldn’t hide. Arguments, silences, and late-night moments softened something between us. Slowly, painfully, the man behind the empire emerged, the lonely boy shaped by loss, abandonment, and guarded walls. We began to care. We tried to deny it. Feelings weren’t in the contract but feelings don’t read contracts. Near the end of the year, Noah pulled away. I thought he wanted freedom. He signed the release papers with steady hands and a breaking heart. I was almost gone when he whispered the truth: “Please don’t go.” We tore up the contract. A year later, we married again, this time for love, not survival. This time, I chose him