Werewolf Is Real

BLURB Mara, an 18 years old vampire who resides in a small town known as Vamville. Everybody I'm Vamville are vampires and they all live happily together. Mara attends a high school for young vampires trying to get to know more about their inner powers. She is a very quiet girl while in school. Because of her quietness, she isn't famous in school. Conri, the wolf king, who is19 years old and one of the youngest king in the history of the werewolves. He acquired the throne from the late Alpha, his father. He was desperately in search of a mate so he pretended to be a vampire and lived in Vamville in order to find his mate Just a drop of her blood will bring a powerful weapon to life. Everyone, even her father is after her. People she trust are working against her. Her life, relationship and power is at stake. Find out what happens to Mara as we join her in this wonderful adventure.

Before our fifth mating anniversary, I was just about to tell my mate that I was about to inherit the pack my Alpha father left behind, when I saw him embracing and kissing the she-wolf who once bullied me. "This game has been going on for five years. It's time to end it." "Watching her come and go like a dog whenever called is really boring. What a fool. A fake mating certificate was enough to fool her completely. Did she really think an orphan like her could marry into the Shadowmoon Pack and become Luna? If she hadn't looked decent back then, I wouldn't have bothered with this charade." I felt like I'd fallen into an ice cave, sobbing uncontrollably. So the salvation that pulled me out of the bullying abyss was nothing but his amusing joke from beginning to end. If that's the case, I don't want this false love anymore.

"Skylar Starlight, you are sentenced to death for having consorted with a member of our worst enemy's clan... The lycans. And this sentence is irrevocable," said the wise old man with a heavy heart. Skylar, a heartbroken werewolf, fell in love with a handsome lycan despite the rules of their packs forbidding their union. "But my love for him is stronger than any pack law," she declared passionately. The old man shook his head. "Your love may be strong, but it is doomed. The lycans and werewolves cannot unite. They have been enemies for centuries." "But why? Why do we have to be enemies?" she asked tearfully. "It's the way destiny has dictated it. The lycans and werewolves were never meant to be together," he explained. "But what about love? Doesn't that conquer all?" she pleaded. The old man sighed. "Love knows no boundaries, but this is not just about love. It's about the safety and survival of our kind." Skylar's heart sank as she realized the harsh reality of their world. Her fate was sealed, and her love would never be accepted. Join Skylar on her journey as she defies the odds and fights against the cruelty, hatred, and thirst for power that surrounds her. Will her love story come to a tragic end? Or will she prove that love truly knows no boundaries?

One month before my wedding to my boyfriend, he announced he wanted to have a child with his "first love." I refused, but he brought it up every single day. Two weeks before the ceremony, I received a prenatal checkup report. That’s when I discovered his so-called "first love" was already nearly a month pregnant. It turned out he’d never intended to seek my consent at all. In that moment, years of affection evaporated like smoke. So, I canceled the wedding, destroyed every trace of our memories, and on what should have been our wedding day, I walked into a closed-off research lab. From then on, he meant nothing to me.

At my 25th birthday party, my childhood sweetheart got down on one knee, holding a diamond ring. "Diane, will you marry me?" I nodded, my eyes misty with tears, but just as I reached out, he slipped the ring onto my best friend's finger instead. The room went silent for a beat before erupting in laughter. "Just kidding!" Livio Becker laughed. "You didn't take it seriously, did you?" I forced a smile and looked over his shoulder at someone. "I bet he would propose tonight, and I was right. You lost the bet, so tomorrow we're getting married for real."

When my mother finally found the real heiress, she was on her knees selling shoes on the street. And to my surprise, I recognized her—she was none other than my fiancé's first love. Determined to oust me, the fake heiress, she played her part well, putting on a daily show to make me look bad. I was content to play along, enjoying our little game, until my fiancé’s offhand remark, “Was that really necessary?" shattered my composure. Fine, I thought, “You can keep this husband and family. I’ve got better things to do—like finding my real parents.”

"Everything was a lie; my name, my identity, my family, my life. Then what's the truth?" Follow Alisa Walker, an eighteen-year-old teenage girl, on her quest for discovering who she really is in a fictional world she never knew existed. As she proceeds, she realizes that nothing is what appears to be while struggling to make choices between love and life. Get on the wagon of ups and downs!

Kacela is one of the best werewolf hunters in the world. She is in high demand and her services are constantly being requested. She doesn't care who she works for nor the reasons they want the werewolf dead. She hates all werewolves and she's working hard to make sure her secret stays a secret. When Kacela is hired to relocate and take out an entire pack, she's all for it. Problem is, it's not werewolves she's been hired to kill. It's Lycans. And when the Lycan king turns out to be her second-chance mate, it's game on! Fighting against her past, her future and what resides inside of her is exhausting. Add in a relentless, ruthless Lycan king who is determined to tame her, well, things get a little bit rowdy.

My husband, Malcolm Thorpe, has low sperm motility. After 33 rounds of IVF, I finally got pregnant. On delivery day, I start hemorrhaging, and the medical team calls for an emergency C-section. Malcolm signs the consent form, then rushes straight back to his childhood sweetheart's birthday party. But instead of starting the C-section, the surgeon says, "Ms. Jacobson, the electronic medical record lists you as single. This consent form isn't valid." I stop breathing for a beat. The happy marriage I believe in turns out to be a sham. Later, Mom and Dad rush in and sign the consent for me. But by then, the baby is gone. The asphyxia lasted too long. After surgery, I scrawl my name on the cremation consent with shaking hands, then dial a number without thinking. "Samuel, are you free now? Meet me in front of City Hall."

On the day my dad, the Don of the Capone family, comes to the orphanage to take me home, I show up in a tactical helmet and a bulletproof vest. "I'm not going home with you. You're definitely doing this to trick me into getting married to a perverted old geezer in a marriage alliance. I bet my adopted sister has made preparations to start fake-crying anytime by loading up on her eyedrops." My dad is amused, to say the least. "Why would any of that happen? Silvia is nothing but welcoming you to our home! Also, our family isn't a lowly organization that deals with human trafficking." But I refuse to believe my dad at all. On the way home, I keep typing something on my phone. My mom, the Donna, leans over curiously. "Are you writing a diary entry?" "Nope. I'm writing tips on 'How to Survive the Mafia.'" 1) My food will definitely be poisoned. 2) If I get close to a staircase, I'll definitely get pushed down the stairs. 3) I'll get framed for something that I've never done before. My parents swear to me that none of the things I've written will ever happen. They tell me that my adopted sister, Silvia Capone, has a great personality, and things are amicable in the family. However, everything changes when Silvia brings me a glass of juice before lunchtime and insists on watching me drink it. Instead, I dump the juice into a nearby vase of flowers. Just as my parents are about to scold me for wasting the juice, smoke begins drifting from the flowers inside the vase. Then, they start wilting rapidly. I calmly leave a bright red checkmark behind the "poison" tip. As my parents stare at the dead flowers, they can feel color draining from their faces. "You should send the juice to a chem lab for analysis."