Werewolf Love Stories Books

Miranda, a captive-turned-lover, is caught between the ruthless mafias, Antonio and Don Vito. Pregnant with Antonio’s child and trapped in a deadly deal, she stumbles upon a shocking secret that binds them all. As the stakes rise and secrets are revealed, will Miranda escape the mafia’s clutches, or will her desperate bid for freedom cost her everything?

Skylar, an only child of Mr. And Mrs. Dikgang faces challenges as she grows up. She and her father share a toxic relationship but things become worse when she came out to her dad as a lesbian. Concerning her love life, she falls for a girl who's already taken and becomes the third wheel which later turns into a love triangle.

Diane will do everything it takes to secure her place in her late father's company and that includes getting married to Nicholas Langston. Nicholas Langston, however, has a girlfriend he plans to marry. He never expected to get married to Diane Matthews, neither did he expect to have feelings for her. Diane has to deal with her growing feelings for Nicholas Langston, her bad blood with her sister in-law, Jenny Langston and her arch enemy, Derek Hale, who would rather see her dead than be the C.E.O of a company. In a twists of events, Diane finds herself and her sister, Malvika making claims over the same man in the worst ways. All these caused by someone who would rather see Diane dead than watch her be the object of two men's affection.

One day Valeriana's grandma falls sick all of a sudden, she understands that she won't be able to survive for long. Her time has come. She then recalls the promise she made to her best friend Avalia. Though Avalia is no more here, she has to fulfill the promise no matter what happens. According to the promise she fianalizes her granddaughter's wedding with Avalia's grandson. And Valeriana wasn't at all ready for this. Because Valeriana doesn't like that person

Influenced by placid and solicitous home, Jason woods possess every outstanding qualities you wouldn’t see in an average 20 years old boy. He has that decency you’ll barely find in guys of his age especially not with the sinfully charming looks he emits. though he’s of the middle class but who cares? Every girls in la wanna ride for him despite his low financial status, and his charms does the tricks. He could have easily live of a playboy and enjoys it while it last, but aside from the fact that he doesn’t want to break any girl’s heart, he wills to wait for that girl whom had taught his little heart how to love. Her childhood love, Melissa whom due to some circumstances had to get separated for good 13 years but finally. His wait yeild, his joy knew no bound when he heard that mellisa was back in town but that joy quickly crush to the dust as the acknowledgment that mellisa has arrived with the identity of a billionaire’s daughter. Clearly him and mellisa weren’t of equal basis anymore and he’s heard stories of how the rich antagonizes the poor, the fear of loosing his childhood love was beginning to tear him apart but will Melissa accept him again? Would she even remember she had shared a thing with Jason? Would love blossom between these two? Find out in this suspense filled novel

Lisa Peterson opted out of her marriage when her husband's mistress; Marie Tanner claimed that her husband; Alexander Peterson, was responsible for her pregnancy.  She got the divorce papers but her husband refused to sign them. That cold night when her husband refused to sign the divorce papers, she was pushed out of her limit. She walked out on him and she was preyed upon.  It was the very first step that brought different people together to determine their fates. What happens when the fates of two friends are intertwined with a fraudster? Find out in this interesting novel.

After a passionate night, my childhood sweetheart, Jack Jenner, thoughtfully prepared birth control pills for me. I held his wrist and pleaded coquettishly, "The pills are bitter. I don't want to take them. Let's just get married if I get pregnant." Jack patted my head and chuckled. "Don't be silly. Childbirth is much worse than taking pills. Besides, I'm getting engaged on Sunday. Whose child would it be if you gave birth?" I froze as he casually kissed my forehead, gently coaxing me, "My darling Ariana, pack up your things and take them with you. We can't fool around like this anymore. My fiancée asked me to be chaste." I numbly threw the things into the trash can and dialed my father's number. "I'll marry him."

People say loving someone with all your heart is the most difficult thing, I choose to disagree Un-loving that someone is even tougher.

Sometimes our feelings cannot speak, but our actions did. We express it through actions, but what if that someone you love does not feel the same way? Are you still going to pursue your feelings? even though you didn't meet his/her standards? Do you ever experience this so-called unspoken love? Are you strong enough to say those three words even if that someone rejects you?

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.