Walking Synonym

Crystal Snowheart is the Luna of the famed Snowheart Pack of Werewolves. Known to have directly descended from the Moon Goddess, the pack was known for their unique healing qualities and the only werewolves able to change their scent, almost making them invincible in a battle. She was born to unify all the packs and bring about a peaceful reign. But before she could inherit her place, her pack is killed by betrayal, leaving the Luna with no pack. Ace Hunter is the most feared Alpha. Having killed his own father as a young teenager, he became the Alpha of the ferocious Moonhunter Pack even before his wolf appeared. And now, ten years later, there is no one who can stand up to this wolf without quivering in their boots. But, he is the only one who can help Crystal get the revenge she thirsts for. So, will she be able to meet his many demands? And what will he do when he meets Crystal's wolf Erin who is an entity of her and sure to drive him crazy? Abstract: "You want my protection?" Crystal raised her chin, refusing to back down, " I want your co operation!" Ace smiled at the stubborn tilt of her chin and leaned back in his chair. "And what do I get in return?" "What do you want?" Crystal questioned archly. Ace chuckled at the haughty attitude, wondering if she would keep this up when he stated his conditions... Walking forward, he leaned down as she stared into his eyes and spoke, " I want you...my mate." Before she could accept or reject his demand, Ace closed the distance between them and took her lips in a kiss that almost scorched them both...

Rayne SilverFur is a slave suffering at the hands of the ruthless Betas of the MoonWater pack. However, Rayne's life takes an unexpected turn. On the day of Alpha Max's mating to the beautiful Alaska of the GrayLeaf pack, Rayne is sent upstairs with the mating dress and the mating organizers confuse her for Alaska. This massive confusion ends with her walking down the aisle to the Alpha himself, and she is mated to a man she doesn't know, much less loves. This event changes the course of her life forever. She becomes the Luna of a pack that enslaved her, yet her new title means nothing to Max who hates her more than anyone else in the world. Rayne's feelings toward him change, yet he remains as cold as stone. Disappointed, she decides to leave the pack behind and forget everything that tied her to him. While on the road, she is taken hostage by a pack in a remote part of the country and discovers a secret that changes everything and that most importantly, changes the way she feels about Max. When Max finds out she was taken, he does everything in his power to get her back, but when he finds her, things aren't as they seem. Max has a choice. He either takes advantage of the situation and mates with Alaska, whom he has loved his whole life, or he follows his heart and tries to win Rayne back. Their bond is stronger than ever, and for once he understands the pain his rejection caused her. Things get more complicated when another male enters the picture, a male who is determined to have her at all costs. The question is simple: will their bond bring them together or pull them further apart?

THE IMPOSTER'S RECKONING AND OTHER COLLECTIONS After being resurrected from death, my nightmare began. I was taken into the throne room; Fredrick stood up from the throne and made his way to me, scanning my features and said. "Undress Yourself" he demanded. One wouldn't murder their lover, and 120 years later, when the body has become a walking dead, he demands they take their clothes off upon first arrival. Being fucked in Infront of everyone is a disgrace for someone who just woke up from death, I wish I could crawl back into my grave. Fredrick Is The Devil. ************************************************ My name is Edmond; I am Fredrick's look-alike; 120 years ago, I killed Fredrick, took his identity, and killed his woman, Molly. I have turned his mansion into my palace. I have ruled his city and people for 120 years. I'm their God, and whoever dares to oppose me we be killed in an instant. My enemy awakened will not shake me because I will kill him again and make his woman my bitch. I, Molly Dobrev, have been awakened from the dead to kill my lover, Fredrick, for his betrayal and to free the people from his terror. The only question I have in my mind is, can I kill him? My name is Fredrick Lannister; I have been resurrected from the dead by unknown witches. I have come to reclaim my identity and save my woman from the hands of my doppelganger, Edmond. This imposter has ruled with tyranny, but I vow to bring him down and restore justice to the people.

A billionaire heiress betrayed. Two ruthless Scottish mafia twins who’ll stop at nothing to claim her. Danger, obsession, and a love worth starting a war for. Time to burn it all to the fucking ground.... He was the love of my life. My husband. My mistake. Cole Harrington.... Hollywood's golden boy. The man I pulled from obscurity and handed a career on a silver platter. The man I defended, supported, and loved... until I walked in on him naked in his dressing room, balls deep in his co-star like it was the scene of his life. That was the moment something in me snapped. I'm done being the quiet, supportive wife in the background. My name is Eilidh MacLeod, and I was somebody long before I met him. Scottish Billionaire heiress. Former child star. Acclaimed actress and dancer. The woman who built him... and the one who's going to break him. Now it's my turn. I'm taking back my life, my career, my crown, and I'm burning every bridge, every lie, and every ounce of him to the ground. And somewhere between the chaos, the paparazzi, and the sweet taste of revenge, I meet them. Two men. Twins. Dangerously gorgeous, shamelessly charming, and utterly off limits... except they make me feel more alive than I ever have. They show me what real love is, raw, wild, and unconditional, and they just may run the Scottish Mafia. By the time I'm done, Cole won't just lose me. He'll lose everything. And I'll be walking away with my heart, my freedom... and maybe two men who would set the world on fire just to keep me.

Dr. Ivy Smythe left Heath Allan the day before they graduated from university after they'd fought long and hard about her having an affair. He wouldn't accept her word over the stories he'd been told and the photographic evidence. Heath didn't believe she would leave and was stunned when she disappeared. Now, eight years later, he finds her working in the museum, where he's the new CFO, and she's got a little boy who looks like him. She's also walking with a cane and giving him the cold shoulder. His family's money and influence originally created this mess when his mother set her sights on him marrying another woman. Back then, he did what his parents wanted and married Monica. After the wedding, he discovered Ivy wasn't the gold digger, as his mother and Monica portrayed her. Monica was. Now Monica is fighting the divorce, and Ivy won't admit Geoffrey is his son. Does he have any hope of fixing this? He wants to be his son's father and make things right with Ivy. Will she take him back? He knows Monica won't slip away into the shadows peacefully. He's sure Monica will attempt to manipulate things again to push Ivy out of Heath's life. Read on to find out what Ivy will do when the Cat Fight for the Billionaire Daddy goes for a second round. Will she forgive him for the sake of their son? Does she still love him? What would she do with Monica if she could have her revenge on her?

Seven years I spent with Jason Shaw, but I never got a ring. Rather, all I received was an invitation to another person's wedding. That day, as a wedding planner, I was at the rehearsal, making last-minute adjustments. Looking up, I saw the man whom I waited every day to reply to my messages, walking down the aisle, arm in arm with another bride. "Her boyfriend had something urgent come up, so I'm filling in for him," he said, standing straight, his tone light, a small smile on his lips. But his eyes couldn't hide the hurt, like a child who lost his favorite toy. As if that wasn't enough, he told me to hand over my wedding plan. He patted me on the shoulder, saying sincerely, "There's no rush for us. We've got plenty of time. I promise I'll give you an even better wedding. Just help me out this time. It's not like I'm not going to marry you." He didn't know that I had revised the wedding plan hundreds of times, even counted and recounted the bouquets seven times. To me, it wasn't mere work—it was a dream I held for five long years. I didn't argue anymore, just quietly stepped aside. Later, I lay alone in a hospital bed, listening to the rain tapping against the window from outside. I counted each drop as the hours slipped through my fingers. Perhaps those who worked so hard to create happiness for others had lost the right to their own happiness.

My father cheated. I cut him out of my life. To get my forgiveness, my father put Lucas Moretti, the Don of New York, in my bed. I fell for Lucas, fast. He knew how to play gentle. Night after night, he’d hold me tight, fuck me like he owned me, and whisper how obsessed he was with me. Six months later, I was pregnant. I was the princess of New York's underworld. My father and Lucas gave me everything. They treated me like I was made of glass. But the day of the baby's blessing at the church? They were a no-show. My father said there was family business to handle. Then I got an anonymous link. A wedding. Live. In the video, my father, Lorenzo, was walking his mistress, Carla—the woman who killed my mother—down the aisle, a happy smile plastered on his face. And the other happy couple? My fiancé, and my father's bastard daughter, Sofia. I could hear Lucas’s voice clearly: "Well, Bella used to bully Sofia. I'm just helping her get the justice she deserves... As for Bella, it's time she was unburdened from a life she isn't built for." "I'll take over the Gallo family shares for her," he continued, "so she and our child can live without a care in the world." My father’s voice followed. "Bella’s too much like her mother—ambitious. That’s not a good thing for a woman." As my world shattered, a text from an unknown number lit up my screen: "Marry me, and the child you're carrying will be the sole heir of the Russo family."

"Hey, beautiful." I turned around slowly to see a guy approaching me from the party. "I'm not interested." "But, I am." He cackled. "Well, that's too bad, huh?" I laughed, leaning against the wall as my vision cleared a bit. "Shut up." "And why should she listen to you?" That's when I noticed Tyson leaning against the refrigerator with his arms crossed over his chest. "And who might you be?" The guy turned to face Tyson instead of me. "Her boyfriend?" "No, but I'm the guy who just fucked your mom, and she said I should tell you how much she enjoyed it since your father can't compare." "You're a dead man walking, punk!" The guy charged at Tyson. And next thing I knew, Tyson was pulling the guy up from the floor by his shirt and shoving him towards the exit, effortlessly. I smirked. ☆☆☆☆ Ashley, the daughter of a millionaire, moves to a new city and hopes for a fresh start. With her sharp wit, she often finds herself at the center of school drama, not by choice, but by circumstances. Intent on maintaining a low profile at her new campus, her plan quickly falls apart when she mistakenly parks her bike in a reserved spot. Tyson, the school's notorious bad boy, is not just a troublemaker, but he's the youngest gang leader to be a part of a powerful mafia, feared by many but understood by few. Despite his fearsome reputation in the streets while other leaders might see him as a mere boy, Tyson is fiercely loyal to his inner circle, showing a side of him that few ever see. What will happen when their paths cross? ☆☆☆☆ "𝑫𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎." ☆☆☆☆

(Warning this is a dark Gods Novel. It will have violence, sex, suicide and dark scenes in it. Read at your own discretion.) Ariella is a powerless Goddess who has been locked away from exploring the royal realm since she was born. For years she begged her father to allow her to go to the royal academy but he never seemed to budge. His belief was that it was to dangerous for someone like her. That belief stays strong until she finally turned of age. After what seemed like an eternity her dream finally became reality. She was enrolled in the most sought out school for Gods and Goddesses. She would finally be set free of her chains. As long as she kept her grades up and stayed out of trouble, she would live in the dormitory. The life she wanted was in her grasp. All dreams were possible, the fear of not fitting in was squashed instantly and everything seemed perfect. Everything was perfect but what happens when word goes around that the Goddess who teaches royal laws is being replaced by none other than the high king himself? Ariella rolls her eyes and keeps walking, that's what happens. That is until she's proven wrong the moment she walks right into the most addicting and magnificent God she had ever laid eyes on. The high king to be specific. All the promises she made, all the rules she followed were pushed aside as soon as she realized that her crush was more than a simple crush. The high king consumed her mind and every other part of her. A simple obsession you say? Well she's in for a rude awakening when the simple life she had, turns into a neverending roller coaster.

Milo never expected survival to look like this. At twenty-one, he’s spent most of his life drifting, bruised by the world and too soft to fight back. His beauty makes people underestimate him; his fragility makes them think they can shape him. Isaak is a walking contradiction: cold-eyed, dark-inked, and terrifyingly controlled. At thirty-one, he has carved his body and his life into hard, elegant precision. Power clings to him as naturally as oxygen, and people follow him even when they don’t understand why. To him, Milo isn’t fragile. He’s fascinating. He’s something worth remaking. Kasym, older by barely a year, is the opposite—a broad, golden-haired monolith of warmth and violence. He smiles easily, loves fiercely, and destroys without remorse. Under his tattoos and bruised knuckles lies a heart that has bled too often, yet still hungers for someone to protect. He sees Milo’s softness and doesn’t want to change it. He wants to guard it with his teeth. But three hearts are not easily aligned. Isaak’s possessiveness clashes with Kasym’s tenderness, and both men fear that the softness they worship will shatter under the weight of their devotion. Milo must learn to navigate two hungers, two ways of loving that demand more than he has ever given. The question isn’t whether he belongs to them—it’s whether they can learn to belong to each other without destroying the boy who binds them. This is a love story built not on simplicity but on collision—where surrender becomes power, devotion becomes war, and three lives entwine in a bond too fierce to break.