Trench Knife

Clare Caroline never expected that a werewolf was buried in the basement of her Grandfather, Hugo Adam's house. Enzo Etienne is a werewolf hunted by Clare's ancestors because they are considered dangerous and threaten human safety. But unexpectedly, he survived the hunt because he hid in the basement. He was trapped there until the innocent Clare opened the door leading to the basement of Grandpa's house. Enzo also lives with Clare, and as her servant, without them knowing if the two are mortal enemies, until one day, Enzo changes form in front of Clare. The girl was frightened, and she injured Enzo with the silver knife in her hand. Enzo also fled into the forest and met with other werewolf descendants. A revenge plan to destroy Clare's family begins without Enzo ever knowing if Clare has fallen for Enzo and tries to protect the man from the hunt for his family.

Princess Elara was destined to rule the Mooncrest Pack—until betrayal stole everything from her. Her so-called mate chose power over love, leaving her to die with a shattered heart and a stolen crown. But the Moon Goddess is not done with her. Reborn into her younger self, Elara remembers every lie, every deception, every knife in her back. This time, she will not be the naive princess who trusted the wrong wolf. This time, she will seize her destiny with fangs bared. Yet fate has its own cruel twist. The mate bond burns again… not with the traitor who destroyed her, but with his greatest rival—a ruthless Alpha prince feared across the lands. Torn between revenge and the pull of an irresistible bond, Elara must decide: will she risk her heart once more, or use her second chance to rewrite both her fate and the kingdom’s future?

Selene has always been the perfect Luna, standing by her husband Damon, the Beta of the Silver Crescent Pack. But her world shatters when she discovers Damon and her best friend Lyra have been plotting to steal her wealth, end her life and take over the pack. “I won't sit here and watch you take everything I have worked for” I cry out, shock flooding my senses. “And who said I will allow you to sit around and watch,” Damon says coldly, stepping back as Lyra lunges at me with a knife coated in wolfsbane. Left to die under the full moon, Selene awakens two years in the past. Given a second chance, she vows to rewrite her fate and seek revenge. “I won’t let them take everything from me again,” Selene swears to herself.

Charlotte's 18th birthday brought a devastating blow to her life. She received a birthday cake, birthday wishes, and her mate's betrayal. In a fit of rage, she stabbed the silver knife into his heart. Her father sentenced her to death, and her mother died trying to save her. While on the run, she encountered her second chance mate -Sebastian Ryan, the Alpha King. She considered him as her life-saving straw, but her devilish father would never let her go easily. ... At first sight of Charlotte, Sebastian was convinced that he would never let such a woman become his Luna Queen. She seemed pitiful, weak, and timid. Compared to his late Luna Queen, his second mate was worlds apart. Not to mention that she was the woman who brought him the curse. He wanted to kill her, but his wolf warned him not to do so.

I've taken three knife blows and a bullet for Isabella Thornton. I'm one of the top bodyguards in the business. My younger brother always trails behind her, cracking jokes. He's nothing more than a tagalong. I've always believed my loyalty and scars are all she has to feel safe. Then, the unthinkable happens—the three of us are kidnapped, and the kidnappers say only two of us can walk free. Isabella doesn't hesitate. She looks me straight in the eye and says, "You stay. My dad will give your family double the compensation. But Jasper has to come with me." Jasper Meyer is my younger brother. That's when I realize that his daily little gestures and playful teasing have already won her heart. Now reborn, I find myself back on the day the Thornton family is selecting their bodyguards.

I hated Seth Mallory with everything I had. He hated me just as much. If he drove a knife through my heart, I’d probably thank him. That’s how it’s always been—fire and ice, rivals to the core. Until the day he found out my secret. I’m gay. He’s not. End of story, right? Except it wasn’t. Seth Mallory, my worst enemy, wasn’t just angry. He was obsessed—with me. With teasing me, taunting me, and tempting me in ways I couldn’t resist. It was all fun and games, playing with the enemy, until it wasn’t. Because Seth isn’t who I thought he was. And when the game we started spirals out of control, I’m not sure either of us will survive the fallout—on the ice or off.

My whole family only ever loved my younger sister, Carrie Brooks. Carrie had a crush on my fiancé, Josh Beaumont. On my wedding day, my mother pressed a knife to her throat, forcing me to give Josh to Carrie. "The fortune teller said Carrie's illness will get better if she gets married," Mom pleaded. "You're healthy. You'll find someone else." My brother, Nick Jansen chimed in. "Grace, don't be so selfish. Hurry up and take off the dress. Carrie's thinner than you. Make sure you don't stretch it out." Even Josh said, "Carrie doesn't have much time left. But Grace… we still have our whole lives ahead of us." They didn't know. The one who was truly dying… was me.

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.

My sister, Aria Sawyer, stumbled drunk into a billionaire's room one night. Now, she was pregnant and wanted the whole family's advice. Something about it felt off. Forget about how mismatched they were. How could a billionaire's suite possibly have no security, letting anyone just wander in? When I pointed that out, Aria actually agreed. She decided to end the pregnancy and start fresh. But the very day she left the hospital, headlines exploded. The billionaire was marrying another woman carrying his child. Aria went mad with jealousy. Right in front of our parents, she grabbed a knife and stabbed me to death. "This is all your fault! That spot in high society should have been mine!" And then, my eyes opened again. Aria sat there, blushing sweetly, calling a family meeting. "I think I might be pregnant with Mr. Moore's child. What should I do now?"

An apocalypse driven by natural disasters. Survival of the fittest. Typhoons, floods, deadly cold, scorching heat, earthquakes, tsunamis, insect plagues, acid rain… After struggling through three years of the apocalypse, Nicole Floyd met a brutal death. Miraculously, she woke up and found herself three days before it all began. Nicole seized the advantage to reclaim her storage space, flipping the switch on full-on stockpiling mode. She shopped until she ran out of money, and her storage was packed tight. She also looked for the dog that had saved her life once before. She sharpened her knives, stacked her supplies, and took care of unfinished business. She paid back every debt, whether owed in blood or in kindness. And then, disaster struck. Her right hand gripping a knife and her left stroking the dog, Nicole pressed on through the ruins of a world without order or morals.