Urgent Prayer Request

"I'll make this marriage a living hell." – Darwin Walters "Let's see who will endure and who will give up!" – Veronica Ashborne *** Veronica Ashborne thought her life would be smooth sailing when she agreed to her father's request to marry billionaire Darwin Walters for business reasons. She couldn't have been more wrong. Darwin openly cheated on her and treated their marriage like a warzone. At first, Veronica endured it all. But when she finally reached her limit, she decided to strike back. She vowed to make Darwin pay twice over for everything he had done to her. She would make him obsessed with her—so much so that he would never look at another woman again. Just when she started turning the tide and winning Darwin's heart, her ex-boyfriend, Sean Galael, suddenly reappeared in her life. His presence stirred old feelings, leaving Veronica torn between the man she wanted to conquer and the one who had once held her heart. Now, the question remains—who will Veronica choose?

"It's a command and not a request, look me in the eyes," he let out. "I said look me in the eyes," he yelled louder that I couldn't help but shiver. "She's blind," someone let out in the crowd. I could feel my legs go weak. "Are you blind?" he asked but I kept mute. "Don't let me repeat myself, are you blind?" he yelled in frustration. "Yes," I said with a teary and shaky voice. "A blind Mate," he yelled out for everyone to hear. "The moon Goddess must be great to have given me a blind-mate, a useless and weak one! What can a blind person do? They are of no use," he let out as those words hit me hard. "You would never be good enough for me and therefore it would be a waste to have you as my mate," he said as my legs went weak, I couldn't help it as I fell on the floor. I wished that he could just stop because all his words were assassinating to the heart. "I, Alpha Ace ray d king reject you for a mate.

He’s even more attractive up close, my nostrils are invaded with his expensive scent and sex appeal. My knees grow week in my seven inches platform heels. His perfect brow raised. “Did I not request for a private session?” My daze was broken as I blushed in embarrassment of literally eye fucking this man. I nodded slowly and cleared my throat. “There’s a no touching rule, sir.” I state breathlessly. He stared down at me intensely with a slight smirk on his full lips. “Go on.” ******** Yanna has been stripping for a year to pay off medical bills, unknown to her that she is the daughter to the former don of the Italian mafia. An unexpected private session with a mysterious man, changes the course of her life as he is none other than Enzo Bernadi, the current don of the italian mafia who had been promised a wife by the former don. What happens as she is forced to wed Enzo and has to adjust to the life a mafia don's wife. Expect thrilling plot twist, action, betrayals and most importantly, the steamy romance that'll brew due to their force proximity. *Expect mature scenes*

Just as she’s starting her new life in Las Vegas, she gets an urgent call to return home to Atlanta. Deila Barbson could be stubborn, witty…among other things but she wasn’t the rogue her family thought her to be so she answered with equal urgency oblivious to what awaited her— her past. She’s faced with the person that’s haunted her beautiful nightmares everyday for two years. Betrayed by her heart, she found herself running again from whom she still longed for as the very air she breaths. Breathing was as difficult as commitments. Would she stand unbroken or she melt under his touch? Time they said healed every wound so why did his heart still bleed at the sight of the woman that left him shattered sixteen months ago? Hard-headed as he was, James Martin felt open as if it were yesterday he got stood up on his planned proposal dinner. He wanted answers, from her, from himself; why didn’t he feel anger towards her for breaking his heart? Why was his heart still thudding with hope at the sight of her? Why did Deila still unman him as if he wasn’t the macho CEO that intimidated even the Mayor? And most importantly, why did she return? Behind the unwilling woman and broken man was the dark secret both their families shared. What would be keeping them apart? Their ego? Or the family secret? Warning: This book contains mature words and sexual encounters that aren't suitable for readers under the age of 18.

“It is done,” he said softly. “You carry my mark now. The Devil’s mark. You are bound to me….by the moon, by the curse, by choice. Your body belongs to me. You will have no say in what I do to you whether you want it or not. I will use you for as long as I want, in any way I want. You have given me the right to own you completely, to take you, to make or break you and make you mine until you can't even remember what it feels like to be free.” ****** They took everything from Elara Veyra. Her father. Her dignity. Branded wolf-less, betrayed by the man she loved, and cast out by the pack that once called her their own, she ran into the one place even death fears to enter…..the cursed lands of the Devil Alpha. Draven Nightbane. A name whispered like a prayer and a curse. The monster who slaughtered kings, the beast born of darkness and fury. He should have killed her the moment she crossed his borders. Instead, he looked at her as if he’d been waiting. Now Elara lives in his fortress of shadows, bound to the most feared Alpha in existence. But beneath his cruelty lies a hunger even the Moon Goddess can’t explain…and when his touch awakens something ancient inside her, she begins to realize the truth. She's not wolf-less. She's sealed. And he is the key to unleashing what the Moon goddess herself tried to hide. He thinks she offered herself to him to survive. But when the truth of her bloodline surfaces, he’ll learn that she was never the prey…. She was the prophecy that could destroy him.

Her marriage has been unsuccessful since that day she got married to him. One sided love, and his unknown hatred towards her. "I'd rather sleep in the guest room than with you". His threatening voice echoed inside the room before he left. She finally understood the reality, married to him for a whole five years, only to discover now that he only used her to claim his inheritance. She was so heartbroken when she caught her own husband and his Mistress on a date that he has never taken her to, not even once. Anyways, who was she to call her his Mistress?. She should have understood that the Lady was his only Love of his Life, on the other hand, she was just an urgent second choice because his family didn't support his marriage with a lowly class. But now he actually became the Boss that he was, he didn't care about any bullshit from his family. "I guess, I won't regret what I'm about to do, I'm tired". Night falls, her drunken Handsome Husband she had admired all those years was finally at her own mercy. "There's no backing down this time around!. I won't always be treated like some pushover!". When the morning time arrived, a document "DIVORCE AGREEMENT" could be seen at the top of the bed. "Where is she?!". "E…. Em…. Your wife already left Boss".

Late one night after getting off work, I was scrolling through my company group chat when a colleague shared a piece of news. The headline was horrifying. "Night-Shift Courier Murdered During Delivery, Police Suspect Robbery." I zoomed in on the crime scene photo that had been partially pixelated, and a chill ran straight down my spine. Lying in a pool of blood, the courier who had been hacked to death was unmistakably me. I had scrolled into news of my own death. Almost at the same time, my delivery app began vibrating violently. "Urgent pickup! Destination: Unit 704 Hawthorne Ridge Apartments, Building 7. Time limit: 15 minutes. Penalty for timeout: Death." As I stared at the notification that read "Pickup failed three times", the searing pain of my brutal death surged through my body. So that was it. I had already died three times. When I forced open the half-closed security door of 704 for the fourth time, a thin delivery envelope lay quietly inside. I tore it open. A photograph slipped out. It was a picture of my dismembered body. The timestamp showed tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. On the back was a single line written in fresh blood: "Next time, remember to pick it up on time." At that moment, the red indicator light on the hallway surveillance camera suddenly went dark. I looked up. From the ventilation opening in the exact same spot, a single eye was staring straight at me. The mole at the corner of that eye was identical to mine.

I am Alpha Alexander's fated mate, and I am meant to be his luna. However, no one ever discovers this secret for six whole years. Why? That was because I am a lowly Omega. Alexander Smith believes that I deliberately got him drunk and is using our child to ascend the ranks. He doesn't even let our son call him "Dad." For his sake, I shed blood and sweat for six long years. I am an Omega, yet I am working harder than any other higher-ranked werewolf. I take on every dirty, exhausting job for the sake of his pack. I take the lead and charge ahead in every dangerous mission. Until that negotiation… I fall into a trap set by an enemy pack and almost lose my life. I wait and hope desperately as I writhe in my hospital bed. My wounds heal slowly, but Alexander never comes to see me. Instead, he goes to his first love, Vivian Anderson. The day I recover, I walk into the Elders' Council and submit my request to leave the pack without hesitation.

Kissing Jace Carter was never on my bucket list… but maybe it should’ve been. One impulsive night. One clingy creep. One fake boyfriend request blurted out to the first decent-looking guy behind me in a club. It should’ve ended with a nod and a “thanks for the save.” But no. It ended with his lips on mine — slow, smug, and heart-stopping. I didn’t know until the lights hit his face. I didn’t realize I had just kissed the Jace Carter. The Billionaire. Tech genius. Tabloid magnet. And now, apparently… my unfinished business. He said he’d find me again. He called me “Bella” because I never gave him my real name. I laughed it off, thinking he’d forget about a random girl from a crowded dance floor. But billionaires don’t forget. Especially not ones like Jace Carter Now he’s back in my life, popping up in places he absolutely should not be. Charming, arrogant, and dangerously curious about the girl who tried to disappear. And me? I’m stuck between hiding my identity… …and wondering if one kiss was really enough.

Six years, Mira spent her life pleasing her husband and daughter. She needed to be a better wife to Jackson, first he wanted her as an housewife. After seeing her younger sister, he wanted her to work and be as classic. Then, she needed to be available for her only daughter Fiona who was diagnosed with Aplasic anema. Continuously, she gave blood to her daughter only to find out that Fiona wasn't even her daughter. Not only that, Mira found out she has been fooled all these years and have been used as a Pune for long. But never again. With determination, she left her marriage and claim her grandfather's long time request to marry his best friend's grandson. What she didn't know was the man she just said yes to, is Australia's richest business tycoon, Adrian Westwood. —- “I promise you, Mira, I'll make you forget all your pains.” Adrian whispered, kissing those tears off her cheeks, "But I— I won't forget them. I'll make sure they all pay dearly for every tear that dropped.”