Waves Everything Burns

When Claudia’s mother marries into the powerful family, she gains two affectionate stepbrothers—and one who refuses to even look at her. Damien Mancini is cold, distant, and unreadable, a storm wrapped in silence. No one knows why he seems to despise her on sight… and Claudia is too stubborn, too warm-hearted, to let it go. Raised to love loudly and tease playfully, Claudia makes it her mission to break through Damien’s walls, no matter how often he retreats behind them. What begins as curiosity becomes a challenge. A challenge becomes an obsession. And every time Damien slips—every accidental softness, every moment he protects her before he can think—Claudia feels herself pulling him in closer. Damien tells himself it’s just acceptance, the slow forming of sibling-like affection. But the truth hits harder. It’s not acceptance. It’s craving. The more he fights it, the more he needs her—her voice, her laughter, her attention that burns like sunlight through every crack in his armor. And when he can’t stop himself from treating her differently—too gently, too specially—Claudia realizes the tension between them isn’t fading. It’s spiraling into something neither of them are supposed to feel. In a home built on forced closeness and growing secrets, one thing becomes clear: The line between hate and desire isn’t just thin—it's already been crossed.

Three days before my marking ceremony, someone set fire to the bridal shop while I was inside trying on my ceremonial dress. Alpha Marcus threw the arsonist into the pack prison, sentencing them to the harshest punishment our laws allowed. I lay in the hospital bed, my body covered in third-degree burns, refusing to wake fully as the reality of my disfigurement sank in. In my semi-conscious state, I heard Marcus speaking with the pack's healing witch. "Alpha, we can still heal her completely with the ancient magic. If we wait any longer, Sarah will bear these scars for life! You just want Miss Rachel to be your Luna at the marking ceremony. This is cruel beyond measure!" "Let her keep the scars. I'll provide for her for the rest of her life, but if she's healed, she'll definitely cause trouble at the marking ceremony." "I promised Rachel that her pup would be welcomed into the pack with full honors. Only when Sarah is completely disfigured will she be grateful enough to raise Rachel's child as her own. The scars are necessary - at least this way, she won't dare mistreat the pup." In the corner of the room, where no one was watching, a tear slid down my burned cheek. So this was the truth. The marking ceremony I'd dreamed of was nothing but a lie. The mate bond I longed for would be my death sentence. If that's how it had to be, I would give him what he wanted.

As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule. When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken. Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies. He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife. What he brought home was a storm in heels. Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands. The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him. But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her? Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal… And trying to own her. And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her. The rest will be buried.

~BOOK ONE OF THE LOVE SERIES. Love’s darkest spark. ❧ To my darlings who wants to be owned and dominated, here is a perfect chance to get on your fucking knees. ❧ Love didn’t save them, hate did. Nicole Daniels never imagined her world would fall apart so violently. Betrayed by her husband, backstabbed by her best friend, and left grieving a child she never got to hold. She's done pretending to be okay. When Rhett Otis, her ex-husband’s cold and infuriating stepbrother, offers her a contract marriage with an offer she can’t refuse, she accepts without hesitation. It’s not love, It’s not hope. It’s survival and revenge or so she told herself. Yet she didn’t fall for him. She crashed, burned, and never recovered. While Rhett told her they were just business but he kissed her like she was his. He was supposed to stay away from her but he married her instead. She was forbidden, but he craved her destruction— hated her for slipping under his skin and hated himself even more for needing her to stay there. What began as a business arrangement becomes a brutal tangle of secrets, yearning, and something neither of them dare name. Enemies. Pretenders. Liars. That’s all they were ever meant to be. But sometimes, pretend hate burns too hot and love becomes the darkest spark.

When tradition and duty intertwine, the fiercely independent second princess of the Ravenscroft kingdom, Seraphina Lyonheart, finds herself thrust into a life she never desired. ***** Still licking the wounds instilled by a heartbreaking betrayal, Seraphina is married off as a substitute bride to Prince Xander, a man whose mere name was capable of instilling fear into the heart of people. Her betrothed, however, is mated and seems to hate her guts. Yet a fiery spirit burns within her as she yearns for the power to shape her own destiny. While enduring the harsh confines of her new life, Seraphina discovers a hidden world of rebel werewolves determined to overthrow the oppressive monarchy. Drawn to their cause, she secretly trains with the rebels, honing her strength and harnessing her latent powers. As her skills develop, Seraphina becomes a formidable force, ready to challenge the injustices perpetrated by the ruling elite. Amidst the brewing rebellion, Seraphina uncovers the truth about Prince Xander's intentions and as his mask of cruelty slips, she realizes that there may be more to their connection than she initially believed. Caught between her growing feelings for her husband and the rebellion's call for justice, Seraphina must navigate a treacherous path, torn between loyalty and her own desires. Will Seraphina's rebellion succeed in toppling the cruel monarchy and grant her the freedom she seeks? And can she reconcile her complicated feelings for the prince while staying true to the cause she believes in?

Lena Hale promised herself she would never see Adrian Vale again—the boy she once loved, the man who ruined her life without ever knowing he did. But fate doesn’t care about promises. One night. One borrowed dress. One harmless dinner with an elderly millionaire to keep her bills from crushing her. That’s all it was supposed to be… until Adrian walks into the same hotel and looks at her with the cold, cutting eyes of a man who thinks he already knows the truth. He thinks she sold her heart for money. He thinks he finally caught her in the act. He thinks she has a price. And Adrian Vale is a billionaire who always pays what something is “worth.” A raised eyebrow. A silent gesture. An envelope she never asked for. A number she can’t ignore. Suddenly Lena is trapped in a slow-burn collision of power, obsession, old wounds, and the kind of chemistry that burns hotter after eight years apart. He wants answers. She wants freedom. But the past they share is a loaded gun—and Adrian is done pretending he doesn’t want to pull the trigger. He was the love she lost. Now he’s the danger she can’t escape. And the more she fights him, the more he decides she was always his. If Lena can’t match him move for move… she won’t survive him.

He's the rich, handsome, ruthless alpha heir who wouldn't even spare her a glance. And she’s the girl who secretly crushed on him for years. Azaria Brooke had spent years crushing on her best friend’s older brother Nicholas Sinclair, the pack’s alpha heir. He was a well-known bad boy she-wolves wanted. He lived life on his terms, breaking hearts and rules alike but he had never looked her way. Nicholas on the other had known Azaria was his mate since the moment he caught her scent. But mating means weakness, and weakness has no place in his world. He’s spent years denying the bond, ignoring the fire that burns every time she’s near. He had his reasons and they were valid. Until the night she was attacked. He must choose: break every rule he’s ever set for himself, or risk losing her forever. But then again Azaria was furious. How could he keep this from her when he knew she was the butt of jokes in the Pack? She had refused to forgive him. Now will she forgive him and accept his proposal for a quick marriage to find secrets surrounding her birth and about the woman she calls her mother, who is now a terror in the whole of lycanthropy or will she listen to her Best friend who says her brother is no good for her.

The day before the final round of Beta selection, I was poisoned with wolfsbane and locked inside my burning house. The fire spread too fast, and my weakened state prevented me from shifting. My wolf, Emma, screamed in my mind, but I couldn't escape. I clawed at the door as the flames seared my skin. When I was rescued, my body was covered in burns, my skin raw and torn. Outside the operating room, I heard my mother sobbing, repeating, “It’s my fault... I locked the door by accident... I never meant to...” Alpha David, my mate, called for every healer to restore me, but his cold words to my mother were chilling: “If Serina wasn’t so vain and selfish, I wouldn’t have had to do this. Becky was fragile, struggling with depression, yet Serina flaunted her success in front of her. This is what Serina owes her.” David’s actions were meant to pave the way for Becky to become Beta, but I was the one who suffered. He claimed to be treating me well, but destroying my health and future didn’t feel like care. I pressed my hand to my bandaged chest, the numbness spreading. Emma growled inside me, weakened by the wolfsbane. I no longer wanted the love of the mother who betrayed me or the mate who was supposed to protect me. I wanted nothing from them anymore.

"You look like my wife, but something tells me you're not her." Betrayed. Poisoned. Forgotten. Luna Hale thought the worst pain a mate could bring was rejection — until the night her own husband and twin sister ended her life in a hospital room that reeked of betrayal. Her last breath was a promise whispered to the Moon Goddess: “If I ever return, I will never forgive them.” But fate had other plans. Reborn in another body — that of Alara, the missing Luna of a rival pack — she wakes beneath a silver moon with no memory of how or why she’s there. The only thing she knows is survival. Yet the world she’s thrust into is darker than the one she left behind. Shadows whisper her name, and every heartbeat feels like someone else’s. When she’s brought before Alpha Ryder, her new husband, she senses danger beneath his calm gaze. And when her former mate, Alpha Damon, appears at a grand ball, the air itself crackles with an impossible truth — her soul still burns for him. The mate bond hasn’t died. It’s only changed. Now, two Alphas want her. One for love. One for redemption. But the Moon Goddess doesn’t give gifts — she trades souls. And to escape her curse, Luna must face the cruelest fate of all: Loving the man who killed her… or killing the man she still loves.

Alaric and I had been mates for five years, and I had believed with all my heart that I would become the first female Gamma of the pack by proving myself in the warrior’s trial. I had trained relentlessly, sharpening my claws and honing my instincts, ready to fight for my rightful place. But fate had other plans. Three days before the trial, I was ambushed by rogues. They didn't just attack me—they hunted me like prey. They tormented me with the silver knife so that my wolf was dead. The scent of death clung to me, my wolf howling in agony, desperately trying to heal, but the wounds ran too deep. As I lay barely conscious on the blood-stained sheets, I heard my husband's cold, indifferent voice. "Is she dead?" The witch doctor hesitated before answering, "No, but—" "It doesn’t matter," Alaric interrupted, Coat her wounds with wolfsbane and silver—make sure it seeps into her blood, burns through her veins, and poisons her wolf beyond repair. I want her body to reject her own nature, so she will never heal. There will only be one Gamma in this pack, and that's Serina." In that moment, the truth became clear—I had never truly stood a chance in the warrior’s trial I had dreamed of. The battle had been decided long before I ever stepped into the arena.