Typhoon Blow Gun

"I know I messed up, Aveline. But I love you, I've always do. Please, give me a second chance to prove it to you. I regret everything I did and I'm ready to make it up to you," Alpha Draven wouldn't stop begging. "What made you think you can come here again? Listen, I don't want to see you near me. So leave!" I was fuming, but I kept calm as I spoke. ***** Working aside the Alpha as a secretary and also his secret girlfriend, Aveline finds out that she was in a one-way mating bond with the Alpha. Aveline's world came crashing down when Alpha Draven's true mate, Emily, returned, and she realized she was nothing more than a disposable sex toy to the Alpha. The devastating blow only worsened when Aveline discovered she was pregnant with Draven's child, only to be forced to terminate the pregnancy against her will. Heartbroken and betrayed, Aveline resigns from her position and vanishes, vowing to seek revenge for the cruel way she had been treated. Alpha Draven is devastated to learn that Emily had lied to him about everything, and he realizes too late that he had truly loved Aveline all along. Determined to win Aveline back, Draven refuses to give up, but Aveline is no longer willing to have anything to do with him. Now, Draven must convince Aveline that his love for her is genuine and that he is willing to do anything to make her his once more. Will Aveline give him a second chance, or will she choose to move on with her new-found love?

Everyone knew that the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack loved his mate more than anything. I once thought I would be the luckiest Luna in the world. That was until six months ago, when my father’s illegitimate daughter, Ivy, returned from rogue territory. Caleb recognized her as the she-wolf who had taken a lethal blow to save him during a rogue ambush years ago. Everything changed after that. During every date, Ivy would have a "relapse" right on cue. Caleb would always offer a strained explanation about how he owed her his life. I endured it countless times, lying to myself that it was just a debt of gratitude. But at our mating ceremony, Ivy collapsed, knocking over the champagne tower. "Caleb... it hurts... my heart..." The usually composed Caleb panicked and stopped the ceremony. He looked at me with guilt. "Evelyn, Ivy’s wolf was severely injured saving me. She’s still so fragile. It’s an emergency. You’ve always been understanding—can you just let this go for now?" "Go ahead," I said calmly. "Take her to the Healer." Caleb froze, then promised hurriedly, "Once she's stable, I’ll make it up to you with an even bigger ceremony." He didn't even wait for my reply before rushing off with Ivy in his arms. I watched him leave and dialed a number I hadn't touched in years. "Alpha King Silas, I accept the five-year classified Silver Poisoning research project." When I finally disappeared, Caleb regretted everything, searching the entire world for a trace of me.

Elena Matthews appeared to have it all with her wealthy tycoon husband, Richard McDowell. However, her seemingly perfect relationship crumbled when she caught him red-handed with his step-sister in a hotel. Just when she thought life couldn't be worse, her brother and his wife died in a tragic car accident. Now, suddenly, Elena is tasked with being the legal guardian of her late brother's six-year-old son, and also set to inherit his business until her nephew is old enough to take over the billion-dollar enterprise. A year and a half later, rich and successful, when Elena returns to New York, her ex-husband can't stop begging her to take him back. And that's not all. The mysterious and domineering president of McDowell Industries, and the uncle of her scumbag Ex, wants to pursue her too. Strange, isn't it? But with a heart scarred by love's betrayal, will she risk it all for a man from the same family that shattered her world? Or will she fully embrace her boss lady status at Matthews Empire and shut love out for good? And what about those secrets she's been keeping—the ones that could blow everything up? And let's not forget about the revenge she's itching to dish out. Will she manage to have it all without getting burned? Or is this whole thing going to crash and burn before anything good even gets a chance to start? ——-S N I P P E T ——- “I tried to warn you, princess, but you always seemed to have your head in the clouds. But it's not too late, is it? Be my woman, and I promise to make you my queen," he whispered. To which Elena replied. "I have learned my lesson, Mister. Such lies can't move me anymore."

He shattered her heart to avenge a past that wasn’t hers. Now he desires her in his bed—as his wife. Marceline Valino once believed in love. She gave her heart—and her innocence—to Cross Dejava, the boy who whispered promises in the dark, igniting dreams of a forever that felt so real. But by morning, her world was left in ruins. Private photos were leaked, her name dragged through the mud, and at the eye of the storm? Cross, smirking, cold, and ruthless. “You mean nothing to me,” he said, delivering a blow that would leave scars. “You’re just the bastard daughter of my father’s mistress.” His vengeance had never aimed at her heart; it was meant to punish the daughter for her mother’s sins—an ex-lover who had torn his family apart. Pregnant and abandoned, Marceline begged for mercy, but all she received was the echo of his silence. When she lost the child, she lost every last piece of the girl she used to be. Now, five years later, she’s preparing to return—broke, desperate, and willing to do anything to save her ailing mother. Anything… except this. Because the man extending a lifeline isn’t a savior. It’s Cross. And he has no desire for her heartfelt apologies; he craves her complete submission. A contract marriage awaits her. No love. No escape. No mercy. But Marceline isn’t the naive girl he once broke. She’s a woman who has risen from the ashes, ready to play his game. And as the pieces of their lives fall into place, she’s determining when—exactly—she will ignite a fire that could burn it all down. The future promises a reckoning, and she's preparing to seize it.

Months turn into years as Colter realizes that he likes the human college experience. He decides to stay, having lost all hope of finding his mate. He’s in his senior year, when he finally comes across his mate. Only to his surprise, she is the complete opposite of what he had hoped she would be. She’s Human This is a first for Colter. He has never heard of a wolf being mated to a human before. What does this make him? Weak? What should he do about it? Tell his father? Keep it a secret? Or…get rid of her? Losing her father was a blow that both Aurelia and her mother barely survived. While eventually Charlene starts to try and pick up the pieces of their life for the sake of her daughter, Aaurelia, Who was once full of life has sank into a deep depression that Caused her to Shrink away from life. Even deciding not to Continue college. When they moved, things didn't change much. Then she met Colter Sloan. She didn't understand the concept of their bond but she knew that it made her feel less alone. Unfortunately, she didn't have much time to enjoy it before Colter callously rejects her. Unable to cope Aurelia packs up and leaves, not just college but her mother as well to try and start over. It isn't until she learns of her mother's illness that Aurelia returns home after 3 years to care for her. But she's changed, and when she finally runs into a now-engaged Colter Sloan again, the Alpha sees it. Aurelia sparks Colter Sloan's desire in a way that he has never experienced before. The question is...can he prove to Aurelia that he is worth a second chance?

"How about I kill you here before he arrives? That would be interesting to watch, right?" He said in a cold tone. I gulp down nervously even though, I'm not sure if he meant his word but the look on his face seems dangerous. His guard passes him his gun again and he begin to trail it on my bare skin giving me mixed emotions right now. He placed his right hand on my jaw forcing me to look straight into his eyes. "Why? You now find me attractive and afraid of killing me?" I asked with a raised brow as I give him a sheepish smile. He untied my hands and smirked. "Flirting with me isn't after all bad, little kitten" he said and suddenly clashed his lip with mine. He stopped before I could react and kissed my neck making me moan immediately. • Going against her family just for Raphael Francis, the dangerous Mafia leader, Sihana Caden found out she was nothing but a pawn in Ralphael's game. She realized, he never loved her and was only with her because he wanted using her to get to her father. "Don't you get it, uncle? I can never love a girl like Zayn's daughter. She means nothing to me." I heard him hissed after saying that in a cold tone. "She's my enemy's daughter, as well as my enemy. I HATE HER! I DETEST HER and I'm going to make sure, her Dad get what he did to my Dad. She will have to go through the pains I went through because of her father."

His sinful hands traveled to her waist as she looked at him; her breath hitched as he traced her belly button “You are so vulnerable right now,” his gaze landed on the gunshot wound on her chest, just between her breasts. The fact that she was not wearing a bra right now was very distracting. Even with the scar she was so beautiful. “So are you,” he whispered keeping the gun in her hands. The heat of their graze did not help with the hot atmosphere of the room; this was deadly. “We can’t deceive both agencies,” her murmur was soft, unlike the sound of his harsh breathing. “We can, we will,” He looked straight into her eyes as her lips trembled. So unlikely of the girl she was. “It's a matter of two countries,” she whispered, her last straw against him, she knew she would give up if he had an answer to this. That she would let go of the lust suffocating her insides after this. “It's a matter of two hearts,” her eyes snapped to his immediately. “I can't seem to forget the little girl who took a bullet for me,” He said as her lips parted in shock. “You… knew?” she could not form more words. He could not find himself to answer anything else than a nod, he was deceiving her in the name of love. ‘Ya Allah, why do I have to do this?’ she asked her god taking her eyes away from him for a second. “It's the matter of two hearts, two bodies, two souls…” and two deceivers, the word they both so wanted to add but couldn’t. “Have me,” He whispered. “Take me,” she obliged In which she deceived him before he could deceive her

In my last life, my brother Leo—the heir to the Moretti crime family—stripped our estate bare of every last soldier, all for a Vegas jaunt. All because his new flame, Scarlett, had a jones for the high-roller tables. The Volkovs—our rivals, the very ones Leo had just pissed off—saw their opening and stormed our gates. My mother, Sofia, took a bullet meant for me. Died protecting me. I blew up Leo’s phone, my pleas turning to screams. He didn't answer. He waltzed back in after the shooting stopped, bringing our men home, but far too late for it to matter. Then, the news from Vegas. Scarlett was gone. A suicide note left behind. In it, she painted me as the monster. The one who’d leaked our weaknesses to the Volkovs. The one who'd orchestrated a fake kidnapping and torture plot, all to drive her to despair and lure Leo home. A perfect, tragic lie. Leo read the letter calmly. Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right in the middle of the fire and the blood. This time, I shoved my mother behind me, dragging her toward the panic room. And the bastards who were too blind to believe me? They’ll regret it.

Title: Fallen Angel: The Rise of a New Legacy Emilia's life was forever shattered when Marcus Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire, destroyed her family and left her for dead. Consumed by vengeance, Emilia dedicates herself to dismantling the Blackwood empire, no matter the cost. But what happens when she loses her memory ,years of careful planning wasted in a single day. Emilia saves Marcus's life, earning his gratitude and a betrothal to his son, Luca. But what happens when she falls in love with the son of her arch enemy without knowing it. Being in an abusive marriage, Emilia's love for Lucas was unconditional and she became a prisoner of her own emotions. Three years of pain and heartache passed and Emilia could and would do anything just to prove her love to Lucas. But the final blow came when Luca's love interest, a pianist, named Sophia, returned from abroad. Emilia's heart shattered as she realized she had been played all along, and she had lost herself in the process of trying to please a man that never cared. Deceived and betrayed Emilia stood at the crossroads of her life. Watch as Emilia navigates the treacherous landscape of deceit,of wealth and power, will she regain her memory and uncovers secrets about the Blackwood family's past, forcing her to confront the true nature of her enemy and finally get her revenge. Fallen Angel is a gripping tale of revenge, power struggles, and the blurred lines between love and hate. Exploring the true meaning of family, loyalty, and legacy, this story delves into the complexities of the human heart, revealing that even in the darkest depths, there's always a chance for transformation .With its twists and turns, Fallen Angel will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very end.

As my due date approached, a massive discrepancy surfaced in the Galante family's arms accounts. The leadership made a swift decision. They sent me, Sophia Vitale, the Don's wife, the woman everyone claimed had nothing better to do, to personally inspect the armory and verify the inventory. I believed it was a routine check. I never imagined my husband's godsister, Monica Leone, would use it as cover to blow up the entire armory. The explosion was deafening. Fire ripped through the sky. Concrete collapsed around me, crushing my body as a searing pain tore through my abdomen. I did not call my husband on his highest-priority private line. Instead, I sent a distress signal to my father. In my previous life, the moment the explosion occurred, I had used that same priority channel to call my husband. The child had survived. Monica had been obliterated in the blast. My husband had claimed he did not blame me. He had said Monica was an outsider and that an heir mattered more. He had spared no expense, hiring elite obstetric specialists to monitor me day and night. He had told me to stay calm and wait for delivery. Then, on the day I went into labor, he personally locked me and the baby inside an abandoned warehouse drenched in gasoline and burned us alive. "If you hadn't deliberately delayed, she wouldn't have died. Do you really think playing the innocent victim could fool me? Dream on," he said. "You like playing with fire so much? Fine. I'll let you experience her despair yourself." When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the armory, at the exact moment of the explosion.