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Drevan Valkor is the Darkmoon pack's Invincible Alpha. This makes him grow arrogant and believe himself to be untouchable. Even when he drags a knife across his own hand, the wound closes almost instantly. He laughs at me and says, "Kyra, you gasp for breath after walking just a few steps. What a pathetic, sickly burden." What he doesn't know is that a curse forces me to suffer every bit of pain he should be feeling. The only cure is for him to acknowledge me and complete the mate bond willingly. I endure three years of his pain, his cold shoulder treatment, and his constant entanglement with my "healthy and lively" stepsister. I tell myself that if I can survive until the mate bonding ceremony, I will finally be free. But that hope dies on the night of the ceremony. Before the entire pack, he pulls my stepsister, Belle Wynter, into his arms and kicks me off the altar. "I reject Kyra Wynter as my mate," he declares. "My pack doesn't need a weakling like her." That is the moment my conscience dies. If that's how it is, then he can't blame me for choosing the worst possible cure.

"You'll always be my Luna. Once Amy dies, everything goes back to normal." Normal? There's nothing normal about watching your mate fall in love with his dying first love. Nothing normal about birthing your dead son alone while your husband plans another woman's birthday party. I gave Noah everything...my love, my body, my career, seven years of my life. He gave me a dead baby and a wedding ring covered in blood. So I went to his uncle. Alpha Liam Kingsley—billionaire, powerful Alpha, the man who proposed to me seven years ago when I was too in love with Noah to see clearly. Now Liam's offering me a contract marriage and revenge. Noah thinks I'll come crawling back. That I'm too weak, too broken, too desperate to survive without him. He's about to learn what a mistake feels like. Because the wife he abandoned? She's about to become untouchable. This time, she's keeping the Alpha who chose her first. And oh, she will be back to torture that motherfucker!

Buried deep in the Aster estate was the Heartwood—ancient, sacred, mine. Told my husband, Julian Aster—back when he actually listened—that if it ever fell, I'd die with it. At first, he freaked out. Flew in glacier water, hired a whole squad of plant experts to nurture it 24/7. Then one day, just because his childhood friend—Isabella Duvall—got a scratch from the bark, Julian had the Heartwood ripped out. The second it crashed, I choked on glowing blood—ichor. My power? Gone. Barely standing, I grabbed his arm. "You knew. If the Heartwood dies, I—" He laughed. Straight-up mocked me. "Sera, come on. That fairy tale? Only Grandma still believes that crap. Is that mayo on your mouth? Relax—it's a tree. I'll buy you a forest if you want." Overnight, my hair turned gray. Skin cracked. Eyes dulled. Still, I dragged myself to his grandmother, Henrietta. "I kept your family safe for two hundred years. That's why the Asters thrived. But the Heartwood's gone. Debt's paid. One day left. Whatever happens next? Not my problem."

To pay for the sins committed by Luisa Duarte against his family, Edmund Stark approaches her sister, Isabella, with a hidden agenda. He traps her into a forced marriage contract, but things don’t quite go as he planned. Will they be able to fix their differences and enjoy their marriage or would they end up getting a divorce? ~ “I told you before, you’re mine! You’ll marry me and bear my children and you’ll be my property until the day one of us dies!” He growled, running out of patience. “Am I to be your possession, your prisoner?” She glared at him with all her might. “Call it as you wish! You have nowhere to escape to!” He declared before pulling her into his lap, holding her tightly in his arms. He crashed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue in her mouth. Against her will, her body loosened in response, she lost the ability to breathe. She could not hear, she could not see, she could not feel anything else, except Edmund taking her mouth like a drowning man in need of oxygen. ‘Isabella is fucking mine! My woman! Nothing is going to change that!’

La' Frost institute is a premium skating academy known for its peak skaters from high standard backgrounds, Arianne Johnsons who has envied the La' Frost skaters since she came second place in the nationals skating competition, here is sacrifices and money but yet she couldn't make it to the international competitions, then one day on her way to watch the competition live in her best friend house, something terrible happens she meets the almighty Valerie Stones, all time champion on the ice and most of all her lookalike, crying, hurt on her legs and looking like she just escaped something or someone she refuses to go back and Arianna takes her home with her, tomorrow morning she goes to check on her and finds Valerie dead after overdosing herself, she's shocked, scared but quickly a decision is made in minutes as she dials 911 and a decision is made that day Arianna dies and Valerie returns to the academy healthy, and once again she becomes a star dominating the season and being untouchable in all categories the years pass and then there's a twist she gets a text from an unknown number saying "I KNOW YOUR SECRET, ARIANNA"

“He walked in like he owns the school. But the truth was that he wasn't a boy at all, She was wearing his blazer.” When Sonia Vale's twin brother, Silas, dies in a suspicious accident, her world falls apart. Questions that won’t stay buried. Secrets no one else wants to ask. And a billion-dollar family legacy now left exposed. So she does what no grieving girl should ever have to do. She becomes him. At Daxton Academy, Sonia wears his name, his uniform, and his past. But every step in Silas’s shoes pushes her closer to the truth and the danger he tried to outrun. Girls fall for her. Enemies close in. And Eric Blackbourne, the coldest boy in school, keeps looking at her like he sees something more. "Who are you, really?” he asks one night, voice low, eyes searching. “Would you hate me if I told you?” she whispers. She came to find a killer. She never expected to feel alive while pretending to be someone else. But when her twin shows up alive… All lies burn. And the real game begins.

When my wife, Rebecca Walsh, misses my chemotherapy session for the 99th time, I come across a post on social media. "I won my lover's heart with a kidney. She will surely love me to death, right?" The attached photo shows a couple kissing on a street in Targon. The woman has a small heart-shaped scar on her neck. What a coincidence—it is exactly the same as Rebecca's. The woman who nearly dies for me falls in love with someone else so easily. The comments below are full of encouragement from strangers. "Man, you're so brave. Wishing you everlasting love." "If I were the woman, I would love you to death." I leave a comment too. "I hope you are together until you are in the depths of hell, you cheating pair. As for me, the husband, I will step aside to make way for you." One minute later, the post disappears. It doesn't matter. I post on my own account. I write, "After I spent three years battling cancer, my wife fell in love with the man who's supposed to be the kidney donor." The attached images are our marriage certificate and the same photo of them kissing from earlier.

Hang on with me for a second, as the first few chapters might be a bit confusing; however, it will all be solved in the meantime. Eternal Malediction is a fantasy novel with elements of psychological pain and growth. It follows the main character, Roy Shyam, a cynical yet compassionate 17-year-old cursed with the ability of transmigration, bound by an entity whose obsession with him ensures he can never escape. Every time Roy dies, he is transmigrated to another universe, a new version of him. Entering the life of each universe's Roy while facing subtle to absurd circumstances. This eternal malediction breaks down his identity and prevents him from speaking of it, which summons the being, causing him to go back in time to a place he was before. We are then introduced to another version of Roy, one where our Roy has yet to take over his body; he emerges in a society where continents, countries and law thrive through the use of prana, a force that connects life, will and reality. Here, Roy forms a faction called Nova in Veil and draws the attention of the Celestial Watch, the protector of the land where he lives. The plot moves from intimate suffering to the rebirth of a new character, culminating in his choices about memory, fate and what it exactly means to live.

My mate, Xander Smith, falls into the Red Moon pack's fire trap when he's out. I'm burned, heavily injured, and rendered unconscious while saving him. When I blearily come to in the clinic, I hear him tell the healer to kill my wolf. "Are you sure? Ophelia bore your heir. How can you hurt her wolf?" The healer's hand trembles as he clutches a silver needle. He's unwilling to be so cruel to me. However, Xander says firmly, "Dahlia is back, and I want her to attend the appointment ceremony as the mother of my heir. The only way to stop Ophelia from fighting Dahlia for this is by making her as weak as an Omega. "Dahlia has already been banished from the Red Moon pack after losing her mate. I can't let the werewolves in the New Moon pack scorn her. As for Ophelia… she'll forever be my Luna." I clench my fists and squeeze my eyes shut. My love for him dies as my wolf does. Since Xander insists on giving another woman a place in his life, it's time for me to take my leave.

Mom dies of rage when she discovers that the bride at my wedding has become Nelly Johnson, Harvey Fisher's business partner. My wedding turns into Mom's funeral the moment she breathes her last breath. Despite that, Harvey insists that the ceremony continue as planned. He even orders me to put the wedding ring on Nelly's finger. "Hurry up and put it on! I'll explain everything to you tonight!" he snarls. I ignore him and leave the hotel with Mom's body in my arms. The wedding ends with a banging success at 8:00 pm. Nelly updated her social media with a post that's liked by tens of thousands of people. "I've finally married the light of my life! I'd like to thank a certain homewrecker for leaving after remembering her place." Harvey updates his social media with a similar post. "Those who are unworthy don't deserve to be loved." I like both their posts in the ice-cold morgue. I comment, "I wish you two a lifetime of happiness." Then, I head home with Mom's ashes. When I enter the house, I see Harvey holding Nelly tightly while making out with her.