Whomping Willow

Found crying in the woods, Samantha Willow was taken in by the Blackfang Pack and raised as the Alpha’s daughter. But when her wolf fails to awaken, she becomes the pack’s greatest shame, a wolf born without power. Her only comfort is Cade, the Alpha’s son and her childhood best friend, whose loyalty to her never wavers even when others turn away. But his return from the academy brings change and feelings neither of them are ready to face. Then a stranger with silver eyes appears, an Alpha whose presence pulls at something deep inside her. One she’s never met… yet somehow remembers. Caught between a love that feels safe and a bond that feels destined, Samantha must uncover who she truly is before the world decides for her. He was her friend. The other calls her mate. But fate has never been kind to the girl with no wolf.

She only wanted to survive. Instead, she became the obsession of two alphas. After escaping her pack’s betrayal, Olivia stumbles into forbidden territory—and into the hands of the Nightfang Alpha, who refuses to let her leave. When her true mate, the Alpha Prince, comes storming after her, sparks ignite, loyalties shatter, and bloodlines tremble. One girl. Two alphas. And a bond powerful enough to burn the world.

Rising actress Kylie Klein celebrates her future by buying a luxury car for her boyfriend, only to find him cheating on her. Reeling from the shock, she finds a moment of raw connection with Ivan, a prominent businessman grieving the loss of his iconic wife, Olivia Blackwood, who died of cancer. Their shared pain leads to a kiss, a moment Kylie instantly regrets when she realizes the late actress's identity. But Ivan's public life is a dangerous lie. His legitimate business is merely a front for his powerful connection to the Mafia, and Olivia’s death was no tragedy of nature—it was a brutal act of vengeance for Ivan’s past actions. As their unlikely bond ignites a perilous love, Kylie is pulled into his world of lethal secrets. Ivan must fight a vicious war to save his empire, while Mona must decide if her love can survive the truth: that the man she is falling for, the man the world sees as a grieving businessman, is responsible for the death of the woman he claims to mourn.

After being forced to go to rogue wolf territory to exchange my mate's kidnapped childhood sweetheart while three months pregnant, I was tortured to death. Before my death, my eight-year-old daughter begged her father three times. The first time, my daughter took her father's hand and said, "Daddy, mommy is pregnant with my little brother. She can't go to the rogue territory." The alpha wolf let out a cold laugh: "How dare your mother teach a pup to lie." Then he had his beta guards drive my daughter out of the pack house. The second time, my daughter grabbed his sleeve and told him the rogue wolves were torturing me with silver. The alpha frowned: "These rogues were hired by your mother to kidnap Willow. How could she really be tortured?" The guards stepped forward and once again pulled my daughter out of the room. The third time, my daughter lay on the floor, desperately clutching his pant leg, crying that I was dying in the rogue wolf territory. The alpha finally lost his temper. He slapped her away with force. "I told you, Ava won't die. She's strong. If you come running back here to disturb Willow's rest again, I'll definitely throw both of you out of the pack territory." To save me, my daughter gave her most precious possession to the most powerful warrior in the pack—the healing gemstone I had given her for her birthday. "Please, can you use this to help save my mother? I don't need protection anymore. I just want my mother to live." The warrior took her healing gemstone, but before he could leave to rescue me, Willow stepped in his way. "Sorry, little pup," she smirked. "The warrior needs to stay here to protect my dog. Your father was afraid I would be sad if anything happened to my pet."

Our eyes met and I know he is the one, Fleur taught as he gazed at Zeeb's eyes, it's as if time has stopped and she is under his spell. She knows what it means for her, an Immortal will fall in love and nothing can stop her. However, she can't be with him, when she is already betrothed to Ezra a descendant of the most powerful Immortal that ever walked on earth. Zeeb on the other hand knew that the first time Fleur walked inside the halls of Willow Creek High that she is the one. He was gravitationally pulled to her and the glowing heat his elders told him about suddenly filled him. He has imprinted on her. Can their love survive the secrets that they keep and the war brewing between two powerful clans of immortals and lycans? Or will their love end in tragedy like the powerful saying "Ubi amor, ibi dolor" - "Where there's love, there's pain?

At that moment he turned to face me. My breath hitched at the intensity burning in his green depths. He stated, "I've decided to let your people go, but on one condition." My throat dried up. "What?" I breathed. His voice dropped to a lilting octave. "Belong to me." __ King Lan is cold, ruthless and powerful. Anything he wants, he gets at the snap of his fingers. Except her. Willow is a sweet, wilful witch who aims to gain her coven's approval after years of being thought weak, clumsy and powerless by her caste-witches. When Lan meets the young, enthralling witch, nothing could've prepared him for the thrilling ride that ensues. A ride that involves pain, betrayal and untamed desires. Will the two be consumed by the age-long hatred between their species, or will they defeat the dark threats surrounding them and succumb to the sizzling attraction burning hot between them? Warning: Mature content. Suitable for readers above 18.

During the tenth year I had a crush on Ron, I was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer. With a critically ill notice in hand, I stood at the door to the room where my former classmates gathered, and I heard Ron holding his crush and cooing at her, “Just ignore it. Willow has been bothering me for ten years. If there was even a possibility of us getting together, we would have done so a long time ago. Honestly, I would never like her. Even if she continues bothering me for another ten or twenty years, I still won’t like her.” My former classmates cheered, and Ron looked like he was about to kiss her. I stood at the door and cried so hard that I trembled, but I did not dare make a sound. Ron, I would not be able to bother you for another twenty years. I was about to die.

On the day I was in heat, my childhood sweetheart stood me up. He only sent me a voice message, which said, “Willow, what do you mean you’re in heat? You’re just desperate for a man. Have some self-respect. Stop calling me!” Just as my fever spiked, pushing me to the edge of delirium, spectators watching my story flooded my vision with comments. [Sweetie, there are plenty of fish in the sea! Don’t be sad!] [Honey, look who’s walking in front of you. It’s Douglas Simus, the university heartthrob. He has the whole V-line and abs package, and he’s still a pure virgin boy!] Who? A V-line and abs? He should probably be able to satisfy me then. I struggled to open my eyes and saw a handsome man appear. Not bad. He smelled clean. I stopped him. “Do you want to hook up with me?”

Willow Brown hides big secrets beneath her smile and cheerful personality, each secret weighing more than the previous one. One of her big secrets is that she has been crushing on her emotionally unavailable boss for years. Imagine her happiness when her boss starts to subtly reciprocate her feelings. Now, imagine her heartbreak when she comes to know that he already has someone he loves. Heartbroken, she wants to leave this life behind where she doesn't have to be her boss's pretend girlfriend. But then more secret spills from both her side and his and from another perspective. Secrets which involve lies, greed, manipulation and even murder. Now throw in a childhood friend who is showing all the love for her. Will she forgive her boss Spencer Cruiz? Or will she give in to the temptation of her childhood friend who also happens to be Spencer's cousin?

My younger brother told me he was overwhelmed by school stress and had developed depression. I tried to help by encouraging him to seek treatment, drawing from my own experience with the illness. However, my mother blamed me, accusing me of passing the depression onto him. She took me to a witch, who locked me in the house. Every day, the witch used willow branches to drive away evil spirits, beating me until my skin was raw, forcing me to drink filthy water, and making me bleed. "This is the only way to banish the evil and bless your little brother." After enduring days of torment, my depression worsened, and I chose to end my life. However, when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my brother first confessed his depression. I looked at my body—whole and unharmed. This time, I will make them pay for everything I endured.