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A girl who decided her future with the one who was chosen for her by the elders long ago and fought with the people who says even a word regarding the madness of it. The guy who doesn’t want this, thinking it as madness and wants to have the future in a way how he decides it and chooses it. What happens when the reality crashes upon the girl and the guy cannot do anything to go along with his wishes and those two get thrown together? A married life started with too much of baggage in each of their minds and confusions regarding how to take any step in it without wobbling. Let’s see whether maybe their wobbling can help them…

When love is not madness, it is not love — and Genevieve was only sure of three things. First, her lover was old enough to be her father. Second, he was her mother’s boss. Third, she was irrevocably, unconditionally in love with him. It was madness.

BOOK ONE ~ I was born Vanessa Montgomery. But to be honest, I have always hated that name. ~ In a small fantasy world where loving your fellow gender is a crime that can get you arrested or worse, killed, Vanessa is asked to choose between going to jail or going to a home for 'getting better' and she might be a little bitch but she knew she would not survive a day in prison so getting better it was. Except if she knew what she was getting herself into, she would have gladly ran to prison and kissed the prison guard personally. In a place where each individuals name is changed into flavours that match their personality and are drawn to one another like magnets. Would she able to ignore the attractions that come out from her in waves for them or would she find herself tangled in a web of madness that she would never be able to escape from? WARNING: This is a polyamory/polyfidelity book with more than three characters having a relationship. There would be slight use of cuss words, mature content and basically everything that makes a book half smut and half fluff.

Joshua Stone is incredibly handsome and appears to be the center of Bella's darkest desires. Oh- and he's also her best friend's uncle. Of course that doesn't stop them from giving into one another and letting the aching desires take control.

BLURB: Rosy woke up with a jolt-her pants were gone, and a stranger lay beside her. Panic clawed at her chest as she yanked the sheets around her. "Who are you?"She whispered, her voice barely steady. The man stirred, eyes opening slowly." You don't remember last night ?". Her stomach dropped." I..I don't even know you". He sat up ,calm almost two calm. "But i know you , Rosy

On the anniversary of our Mating, my legs were wrapped around my Alpha, Adrian, as we shared a deep kiss. My fingertips brushed against the hidden pocket of my silk dress, my hand tightening around the pregnancy test I had concealed there. I felt the faint flutter of a new life inside me, planning to give him this surprise as the perfect end to our evening. Just then, Adrian's Beta, Ethan, spoke in a low, teasing tone, using the Old Tongue. "Alpha, that little sister-in-law of yours… the newly matured she-wolf, Zoe. How did she taste?" Adrian's low, suggestive chuckle reached my ears, quiet yet piercingly clear. He replied in the same ancient language. "You know a freshly ripened pepper? Hot, with a real kick." His palm was still caressing my waist, yet his gaze had drifted elsewhere. "Just keep it quiet. If my Luna finds out, it's all over." The other Betas let out knowing chuckles, raising their glasses in a silent promise to keep his secret. But a chill washed over me, and my inner wolf went still, as if it had died. He didn't know I had studied the Old Tongue for my research on werewolf trauma. I understood every word. I held back my tears, forcing myself to appear unfazed, maintaining the composure expected of a Luna. Instead of confronting him, I sent a magically shielded message to Elder Slone of the Werewolf Healers' Association, accepting the invitation she had extended to me. In three days, I would join a secure werewolf rehabilitation program as their new Lead Therapist and disappear from Adrian's world forever.

Léo, un jeune bibliothécaire urbain en quête de tranquillité, hérite d'une maison isolée en lisière d'une forêt ancestrale. Dès son arrivée, il est tiraillé entre deux présences mystérieuses. La nuit, il est hanté par les hurlements d'une meute de loups et par le regard flamboyant d'un solitaire qui rôde dans les ombres. Le jour, il est attiré par un chant envoûtant provenant du cœur des bois. Il découvre Kael, un Silvanien, esprit gardien de la forêt. Mi-homme mi-cervidé, couronné de bois et d'une beauté sauvage et sereine, Kael représente l'équilibre et la magie vitale de la nature. Leur connexion est immédiate, profonde et sensuelle. Leurs étreintes, souvent dans des clairières baignées de lune ou des sources chaudes magiques, sont une célébration de la vie : le corps de Kael s'illumine à son toucher, et leur passion fait fleurir la flore autour d'eux. Cependant, cet amour naissant est menacé. Elias, le loup-garou solitaire au regard de braise, voit en Léo son "âme sœur", la personne destinée à apaiser la bête en lui. Rongé par une sauvagerie qu'il peine à contrôler, son désir pour Léo est possessif, primal et dangereux. Léo se retrouve au centre d'un triangle amoureux déchirant, tiraillé entre la douceur envoûtante de l'esprit des bois et la passion sauvage et destructrice du loup.

The year Lawrence Scott and I were most in love, he died in a car accident. Everyone thought I would fall apart, but I did not cry, and I did not scream. Two years later, I ran into him at a private lounge: Lawrence was there, holding a young girl in his arms, kissing her passionately. His friends hurried over to explain: "Back then, Lawrence was badly injured in the crash and fell into a coma. He just woke up recently but lost his memory. We didn't tell you because we didn't want you to worry." Lawrence pushed the girl aside, frowned slightly, and looked straight at me. "So you're the fiancée I supposedly forgot? I don't remember you, but since you never gave up on me, I'll honor my promise to marry you." I smiled faintly and said, "They lied to you. We don't know each other." What Lawrence did not know was that on the day he faked his death, I received a video. In it, he was laughing and saying to his friends, "The thought of spending the rest of my life with only Yoana drives me crazy. I'll fake my death, take a few years off to have fun. Just keep her company so she doesn't do anything stupid." He also did not know that during those two years he was 'dead,' I had found someone else.

My boyfriend of six years, Liam Sherman, proposes to his long-time crush, Vivi Johansen, on my birthday. With that, the passionate love between us is a thing of the past. I come to my senses and distance myself from him, choosing to put our relationship behind us. As such, I decided to go along with the arranged marriage my family has planned.

Three years after my wife's and daughter's deaths, they came back from the dead. Turns out, my wife hadn't died at all. She'd faked it and married the son of the richest man in Notingdun City. Ever since then, she'd stepped into the glamorous life of a wealthy socialite. When I uncovered the truth, the shock hit me like a bolt of lightning. I confronted her face-to-face. She didn't even flinch. Instead, she sneered, "You think a penniless man like you deserves to be my husband? I've remarried and taken on a new identity. Stay out of my life, or don't blame me for what happens next." Her words cut deep. Even our daughter turned her back on me. Crushed, I let go for good. But not long after, she came back regretful and begged me to remember the vows we made on our wedding day: to never leave, never forsake. I looked at her and laughed coldly. "Yes, I did make that promise once. But sadly, my wife died three years ago."