We're Doomed Artinya

Freya Rose has an epic fight ahead of her, but she's ready for it. Coming up against fallen angel Azael isn't going to be easy, but with her pack of hybrids beside her, she feels confident that victory will be hers. But as we know from past experience, nothing in Freya's life ever goes to plan, and I have a feeling that now is going to be no different.In this fifth episode of the Freya Rose series, we meet some new fantastical characters, and we lose some much-loved ones too. With plenty of drama, humor, and new love interests, I doubt you're going to want to miss what happens next.In this book, we also have a character called Lucy popping in for a visit. Lucy is from the Angels and Demons series written by the amazing J.C. Seal. She has collaborated with me and helped me add in some new excitement, and possibly a happily ever after for one of my characters.I know right!? A happily ever after, in my series? I hear poor Freya asking, "what's one of those?"Anywho, jump into the next instalment of the Freya Rose series to find answers to many of the questions you had at the end of Heartbroken By A Hunter.

Meera Zean Anatashya sangat teratur dalam menjalani hidupnya. Berambisi menjadi wanita sukses adalah impiannya. Tapi semua berantakan saat pertama kalinya dia mencoba kencan dari situs online. Malam itu membuat hidupnya berubah, seorang pria yang belum jelas identitasnya menghancurkan masa depan Meera.Dan saat tahu siapa pria yang menghamili dia, Meera semakin kacau. Karena pria itu adalah Zyan Derson Ozvick. Pangeran Mahkota yang sudah memiliki tunangan."Aku sudah melahirkan anak mu, maka perjanjian kita sudah usai. Jadi biarkan aku pergi !" ______Meera."Saat kau sudah melahirkan anak ku, itu artinya kau harus terkurung selamanya di Kerajaan ku." _______Zyan.

I had always been in love with Bryson Taylor my best friend. But I knew we could never be because I was the lowest of the ranks and he was an alpha's heir. But by a twisted fate, we ended up being mated and everything seemed perfect, until it wasn't. I was forced to flee from him and the pack. Forced to break the bond that connected us. All for the sake of saving him and everyone I loved. But who will save me? As the weeks fly between us, a bump grows in my belly. I am pregnant for him and I could do nothing but look ahead to the lonely world I'd have to live without him by my side. Until one day, our fates decide to entwine again and we practically stumbled into each other. " He is my son! I have every right to bring him back to my pack where both he and you belong. You're not running away from me this time Emily,"

Once upon a time, I believed all Alphas were as sick and twisted as my adoptive father, but the Vincent triplets proved me wrong. Because of them, for a moment, I believed I had a chance at happiness, a real family, and a brighter future. However, while we excitedly expected our own child and reunited the packs, the forces of evil watched over each step we took. The greatest happiness turned into a nightmare. We're risking so much, putting so many lives at stake, and I fear our attempts might fade into nothingness. Perhaps I'm asking for too much. My utopian family never existed, and it never would. Everything will crumble and fall before my eyes, and there will be nothing I can do to stop the damnation- the same as I can't stop him from leaving me. BOOK TWO IN THE ALPHAS SERIES can be read as a stand-alone, but for a better understanding, I highly recommend you read book one first. The series: Caught by the Alphas Claimed by the Alphas

When James Chapman and I first got together, I was a regular student while he was one of the most popular guys in school. Five years down the road, I'm still a regular woman. James' attitude toward me has changed drastically, though. He frequently complains about my appearance. I know it's because his true love is back in the country. He misses our fifth anniversary because of her. His true love makes fun of me for being ugly to his face, so he orders me to get cosmetic surgery at her newly opened clinic. He wants me to use my fanbase to make her business boom. "You're so ugly that you'd be the perfect person to prove Barbara's skills… if she can actually make you look better, that is. We're all friends, aren't we? What's wrong with lending her a hand? Stop being so petty!" Barbara Simpson kills me—I die on the operating table in her inhumane clinic. James thinks I go missing because I'm just throwing a tantrum, but he realizes he's wrong when he finds my mangled body in the basement. The diamond ring he put on my finger is still there, too.

I was a slum kid who fell for Damon Vitale, New York’s most feared Godfather. For five years, I was his. I took nine bullets for him. He’d kiss my scars as I bled out for him. Hold me close. Clasp the queen’s necklace around my throat. Then, once I healed, he’d fuck me senseless, with a passion that felt like forever. I thought we’d spend our lives together. I thought he would marry me. But on our 999th night together, he told me he was engaged. To Bianca, a mafia princess from a rival family. I swallowed my tears. He just grabbed my chin, blew smoke in my face, and laughed. "You didn't really think you could marry me, did you, Nora? Let's be clear. We fuck. That's it. You're not a partner. You're a piece of art I collect. A pet I own." A pet. That’s all he ever wanted for me. Instead, I picked up a burner phone. [I'm taking your offer. Three days. Get me the hell out of New York.]

I hear the rumors being spread about me in the pack. The whisper that I'm barren. "Why are you not pregnant yet, Delilah? It's not that hard to spread your legs and lay there, right?" I look down at the two pink lines on the test and smile. It's all going to change now. I went to tell him, and caught my mate cheating on me with my best friend. "He never loved you. We were together before he discovered you, " my best friend says. "He's only with you because he wants an heir," she says quietly. "You're his fated mate. He needed you." "Needed me for what? To play house while you two had your fun?" "To have his baby," she admitted. "Only a child from his fated mate can guarantee the Alpha genes." I was nothing but the tool who was now pregnant with the cheating Alpha's kid. "You're not walking away from this." Castor said, "We have obligations. You have obligations. You don't get just to walk away. None of us do." Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to let them fall. "You're unbelievable." I struggled to pull free, but his grip tightened around my wrist, and I was yanked more each time I resisted. He leaned down, his face inches from mine. "You'll come home with me right now, or I swear, I'll make your life a living hell. You're my wife. My property. And you'll do what I say now." "No, Castor. This is over," I said, backing away. "I'm done being your pawn." "You'll never be done with me," he said, tightening his grip on my waist. "You're mine, Lila. You always will be." "Watch me," I retorted, yanking my arm free. I will leave Castor, no matter the cost.

It was my third day working as an NPC cashier in a horror game when the supermarket got completely wrecked by players. They stormed in, smashing shelves, looting everything, setting fires, feeling real proud of themselves. "Told you the shopkeeper here was useless. Absolutely trash in all combat stats," one said. "Grab whatever you want. Once we're done, we'll just kill the owner," another chimed in. My mouth was gagged. I shook my head in terror. One of the players sneered. "Begging? That won't save you." No! That was not what I was trying to say! I was trying to tell them that today was the NPC internal shopping day. Three minutes from now, every single dungeon boss in the entire game would be rushing here to shop.

"Tera do you have one supplier for your business?" "Ofcourse not." "Good, then ran your relationships like you ran your businesses, sometimes sex doesn't have to mean anything. Sometimes it means a new pair pf shoes and bag, sometimes it means rent and sometimes it just means you're horny." "What do you really have under that robe Chloe?" "Ass!" she says as we all start laughing

My husband did not love me, and he certainly did not love our child. On the day our son was born, he did not even glance at him. He merely tossed him into my arms. Then, his first love came back from overseas. That night, the ever-cold Henry had gotten drunk for the first time. He even smiled as he held our child in his arms. Delighted, our son wrapped his little arms around my husband's neck and asked me in a soft voice, “Mommy, what’s wrong with Uncle?” I crouched down, pulling him into my embrace. My eyes reddened as I explained, “Uncle's favorite person came back, so we shouldn’t bother him anymore. We’re going to find a new home.”