Unforgettable Moment

My blood ran cold. Not just because of the words, they’d done worse than the scheme. They mocked me. Rewrote my pain as a punchline. Danced on the grave of my dignity like it was confetti. I staggered back from the door, suddenly aware of how my hands were trembling. Of how my chest rose and fell like I was still being dragged underwater. I could still feel it, the betrayal. The nights I cried myself sick. The baby. The blood. The gaslighting. The cold stares. The silence. No, this wasn’t just a memory. It was a resurrection. I pressed my hand to my chest, grounding myself. This body? This moment? It was mine now. Not theirs. Not his. If this was a curse, I’d break it. If this was a second chance? I’d weaponize it. Let them laugh. Let them bask in their borrowed joy. Because from this moment on, I’m not playing the quiet, obedient pawn. I’m the storm they tried to silence. The reckoning wrapped in silk and scars. They don’t deserve peace. Not after what they did to me. I’ll make them feel it. The same agony, the same betrayal. No, worse. Double. And the Kensingtons? Oh, they won’t be spared either. Their blood's just as soaked in my suffering. I lived by their rules in my last life. In this one? They live by mine. And mercy? Yeah, I left that behind in the last timeline.

An abused human orphan. A cursed werewolf Prince trapped in his monster form. And a cursed island which once entered, there's no leaving ever. What would you do if you're a human trapped on a deserted island with a monster capable of having you for breakfast in one moment's breath? Except he's not a monster. He's a Prince that's cursed to stay as a monster. And only you can be the Beauty to his Beast. ~~~ Avril, an innocent human orphan, fell overboard a ship and was washed ashore on a deserted island. There she beholds a terrifying sight, a monstrous wolf bigger than a human. He is Prince Dakar, an Alpha Prince who was cursed to remain as a wolf animal and a monster for decades. Avril is taken in by the cursed prince and he surprisingly shows care for her. He knows who she is... to him. But she has no idea what she is in for the moment she got washed ashore on that island. She just entered into a battle to free the cursed Island Wolf. But could she love and stay with a cursed monster like him? And if she was to live in his world full of supernatural people like him, could she survive as the only human? This is a story of love, betrayal, battles and loyalty. Prince Dakar and human Avril's love story. THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.

At the very moment Phoebe Stanton miscarries, her husband, Connor Russell, is celebrating the return of his first love. To him, her three years of devotion and companionship mean nothing more than being a live-in maid and cook. Phoebe gives up on him and decides to divorce. Everyone in their circle knows that Phoebe is clingy and impossible to shake off. "I bet she'll come crawling in a day." Connor sneers. "A day? That's too long—half a day at most." But the moment Phoebe signs the divorce papers, she decides never to look back. She throws herself into a new life. She revives her career, which she once abandoned, builds new connections, and meets new people. As time goes on, Connor no longer sees even a trace of Phoebe at home. He begins to panic. At an industry summit, he finally spots her, surrounded by admirers. Desperate, he pushes forward. "Phoebe, haven't you had enough of this tantrum?" But Gideon Blackwood suddenly steps in front of her, shoving Connor aside, his very demeanor chilling the air. "Don't touch my woman." Connor has never loved Phoebe. But now that he does, it's already too late. There's no longer a place for him in her world.

Ashen had already accepted his fate, he was ready to die. But just as the final blow was about to land, his tormentors collapsed to the ground… and he found himself pulled into the arms of Grayson, a cold and feared Alpha known across the packs. Without a word, Grayson tore Ashen away from his old pack and took him home. Ashen was convinced his life would only get worse. Grayson had a reputation, ruthless, brutal, merciless. But everything changed… The moment Grayson kissed him.

"I can't help think i'm playing with fire with you, but guess what? I don't care, because every moment i spend with you... its worth it." Mia knew what it was like to have it all. Luke knew what it was like to have nothing. But there are always life changing moments. It's what makes life so interesting. But Mia knew she was playing with fire pursing America's most wanted billionaire. But how badly will she get burnt?

I had a simple plan. Get a good GPA, escape to college and never turn back. A secret admirer with a few temperamental issues and a perfectly possessive boyfriend is what I never wanted. What I didn't look past was the charming aura that was masking his mysterious deeds and a huge crush he had on me, the moment he laid his eyes. To him, I was the only person that mattered in life. To me, he was the one person I was running from, all my life.

I had been married for seven years. My husband's nemesis kidnapped me and threatened my husband that they would kill me, yet he ignored it because his sweetheart had asked him to use this opportunity to subdue me and teach me a lesson so that I would give away my assets. The moment I escaped that hellhole, I asked my husband for a divorce, but he claimed his sweetheart tricked him and knelt before me to beg me not to leave.

Jim has always wanted what he can't have—Alyson Langford. Since the moment he saw her, he’s been denying his feelings for her, ignoring the void in his heart he knows only she can fill. Everything about them was wrong, the kind of wrong that felt so right. But none of it mattered. Not the terrible timing. And definitely not the mess it would create if Jim made a move on his best friend’s baby sister. No, none of it mattered. Until it did.

She hoped for a savior, but she found the devil. He is Saint. But he is no saint. He leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine".

The moment my sister brought Daniel home so the family could meet him was the day I knew I had to make him mine. He looked like he was written by a Latin God, six feet four, perfect for my height of five feet nine. He had jet black hair and he knew what he was doing when he wore that tight T shirt that hugged his muscles, sitting across from me on the dining table.