What Is Your Werewolf Name

David Bianchi - King of the underworld. Cold, calculating, cruel. A man equally efficient with closing business deals with his gun, as he was his favorite pen—a living nightmare to subordinates and enemies alike. However, even a formidable man like himself wasn't without secrets. The difference? His was packaged in the form of a tall, dazzling, mysterious beauty who never occupied the same space as the mafia king.

His fingers slid into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat to him. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Mr. Turner,” I breathed, my voice breaking on a gasp as he found a sensitive spot just beneath my ear and sucked lightly. His growl was low and primal, vibrating through my skin as he pressed his body against mine. I felt every hard line of him, his heat bleeding through my clothes. “Why not?” he murmured, his voice rough with restrained need. I swallowed hard. “You’re… you’re my ex-fiancé’s father.” He paused. For a moment, everything stilled… his breath against my throat, the air between us, even the rain outside seemed to hesitate. Then he lifted his head, and our eyes locked. His were a stormy blue, intense and unwavering. “No one has to know, Catherine,” he said quietly, his voice was like a dark promise wrapped in silk. Then he leaned in with his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I can be your dirty secret.” A shiver ripped down my spine. His words settled deep in my gut, awakening something dangerous. I bit my lip. Every cell in my body screamed for me to walk away but I didn’t. Instead, I gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Desperately. He rumbled low in his chest, kissing me back with equal hunger, his hands roaming my body like he already knew every curve. When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. Then he dropped to his knees between my legs, with his eyes darker now. “I’m going to show you the world,” he said. “If you’d let me.”

แต่งงานกันมา 5 ปี ไม่เคยพูดกันดี ๆ เลยสักครั้ง เมียก็แรง ผัวก็แรง ตีกันจนกลายเป็นกิจวัตรประจำวัน แต่น่าแปลกที่คำว่า 'หย่า' ไม่เคยถูกพูดออกมาเลยสักครั้ง

Even though I was the one who broke my ribs in the car accident, my boyfriend Jared decided to take care of his drunk ex-girlfriend instead. When I called to ask him to spend time with me in the hospital, he berated me. “Why are you so clingy? Can’t you tell that Isabelle needs me right now? “You’re a nurse, aren’t you? What, you can’t even take care of yourself now?” Heartbroken, I suggested we break up, only to be met with anger. “I was going to propose to you, you know? Considering how influential my family business is, I need to make sure I choose my wife wisely. “Today was a test to see if you have what it takes to be the next Mrs. Carter. I thought you would be independent and selfless. I expect my future wife to have my back no matter what. “Look at yourself now. You can’t even take care of yourself over something so insignificant! I’m disappointed, Charmaine.” The next day, he posted a picture of himself and his ex-girlfriend on social media. The image’s caption was targeted at me: [You’d better think twice and apologize, Charmaine, or I’ll just date someone else.] I did not apologize. I had had enough of him, so I left the city. Three years later, I saw him again in the lobby of the Financial Tower. I was wearing a heavy onesie costume and sporting a full face of cosplay makeup, while he was wearing an expensive suit and had Isabelle hanging delicately from his arm. He recognized me immediately and laughed. “I knew you never moved on from me, Charmaine! Does it hurt to know I’ll be marrying someone else? “That’s what you’re doing here, right? You’re trying to cosplay as my favorite Marvel character to get my attention. “Maybe I’ll consider taking you back if you kneel and apologize.” I did not deign to reply. I had indeed loved him once upon a time, but today was my son’s birthday, and the cosplay was my surprise for him...

Jen Salas has always kept her head down, working hard to support her struggling family in the bustling town of Cebu. When she meets Jacques Almerino, a young billionaire who catches her eye, she's swept off her feet. Jacques is drawn to Jen's down-to-earth charm, but as he returns to Cebu for a vacation, he knows he can't let himself fall in love - he's too busy managing his family's vast business empire. Despite their differences, Jen and Jacques can't stay away from each other, and their romance seems perfect. But when Jacques' esoteric secret is revealed, it threatens to tear them apart. As Jen and Jacques struggle to find a way to be together, they must confront their deepest fears and desires. Will their love be lost forever, or can they find a way to overcome the obstacles that stand in their way? Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish

"Really? You would help me to take revenge?" I asked, stunned. "Yes, I will," Zaylen replied. “So… how do we start, Boss?” I was excited about this. I was done being sad and pathetic. It was time to strike back.  Zaylen furrowed his brow, thinking. “Hmm… To begin with, you should call me Zaylen instead of Boss.”  I gasped at the idea. “But you told us we cannot call you by your name without your permission.”  “Exactly, and now, I'm giving you the permission. Call me Zaylen, Liana.” 

Katherine's POV "Can we go on a date?" I asked the guy I just met and felt so stupid to do that. Didn't I just promised myself never to date after breaking my heart once? "Sure." His reply made me even more shocked. Is it that easy? Of course not. ***** what will happen when she finally decided to give love a second chance after getting betrayed by her highschool sweetheart? what will happen when her date turns out to be a 500 years old werewolf searching for her just to break his curse? what will happen when they fall in love but her Ex returns to her life claiming she only belongs to him and no one else? And finally what will happen when Katherine realize she not only have to fight her Obsessive Ex but also save her werewolf boyfriend from the witch who cursed him years back?

The very moment Leila Mercado met her neighbor, Hunter Black, she knew that the man was totally enigmatic and, well, attractive. Not until he almost throws away her baked cookies! The nerve of the man! He is a snob and coldhearted – but due to her nosiness, she discovers more about Hunter. And no matter how much she tried to stop her foolish heart from falling for the man, she just couldn’t. Not especially when fate would always bring them together. Leila knew that her heart was in danger. But she is willing to take a risk. She knew that Hunter was all worth it. But is it? What if she discovers more about Hunter? What if she discovers that her neighbor is a werewolf? Would she still love and accept him?

Caspian and Callista had a bad relationship when their parents got married. Caspian thought Callista's mother married his father for money, so he hated them. Caspian disliked it even more when he found out that Callista was dating Orion, who was Caspian's rival since high school. Orion is the son of the richest man in Canada, one level richer than Caspian's family. He increasingly thinks that Callista and her mother are gold diggers.Until one night Callista accidentally saw Caspian's transformation into a werewolf. Callista was very surprised, Caspian was also surprised. Because, no one knows about the problem other than himself and also a great scientist in his city. Caspian was exposed to severe radiation effects while doing research in the lab, so he mutated into a werewolf. To keep the secret, Caspian threatened Callista. He didn't trust her, so he watched her every move. He always pressured and threatened Callista. Until he began to be seduced by Callista's body and fucked her. He did not expect that Callista was still a virgin when he made love to Callista. "From now on you are mine. Stay away from that bastard because I don't like his smell on your body." Caspian said sharply and with emphasis. "You have no right over me, bastard! If you touch me one more time, I'll tell mom and dad to break your hand!" Callista said with emotion and pain all over her body.

My sister-in-law, Cynthia Ziegler, has my name written on her cancer diagnosis report. As such, the entire Ziegler family assumes that I'm the one with cancer. Overnight, my husband, Leonard Ziegler, sends a text message to his mistress, Irene Ludlow. "Our time will soon come! That old bat is about to die at last, so I'll finally be able to marry you!" My grandmother, Amanda Powell, cries and clings onto my hand, begging me not to seek treatment. She is not only discussing with Leonard on how best to split my insurance money after my death but also employing various methods to hasten my death. However, they are all unaware that Cynthia used my medical insurance card when she went for her physical examination. I feign sadness and nod with tears in my eyes. "I won't seek treatment, Mom. Let's not seek treatment no matter who is diagnosed with cancer."