Why Itachi Killed His Clan

BOOK ONE PART TWO- THE CLAN CELEBRATION Brandon and Ezekiel had a difficult meeting. Their interactions with each other hampered by personal demons, family members....and their undeniable attraction to one another. Still virtual strangers both the Mortal and the Shifter make an attempt to ignore the undeniable. And yet they still find themselves fighting a physical and emotional connection that is all consuming. Brandon fights it because he fears himself. Ezekiel fights it because Brandon fight's him. But fighting their mutual attraction is hard for Brandon to do when he is already fighting a terrible power within. Something malevolent. Something hungry. And as Brandon's days with the Shifters lengthen and shorten....a sudden attack on the Clan will uncover dark hidden things. All while Ezekiel, who finds himself more and more curious about the mortal, struggles to understand Brandon's past....and painful secrets. Secrets that Ezekiel knows are leading to disaster... So as the Clan Celebration begins....What will be the final outcome?

“You're annoying. I can't even spank you. Get up.” “Do it.” I was dying to be manhandled by this man. “I can't. You don't want that and when we finish, you'll hate me. Get up." “Making decisions for me already as always?” I rolled my eyes. “Yes. Get. Up.” “No.” My anger reached boiling point. I did get up, but I reached for my pants instead. I'm leaving. “Oh no you don't. Come here.” He grabbed me, then pushed me to the wall. My wrists were suddenly above my head, My chest rose and fell erratically in anticipation. My face was against the wall and I had my back to him. “You want to be treated like a whore. okay. I'll fuck you so good, you'll never ask for it again. If you cry to me, I'll send you to Selena.” I breathed hard. “Accepted?” “Fuck you, Varce Bosta.” I spat, and I already knew the asshole was grinning even though I couldn't see his face. “That's it baby.” Then he pushed in, hard and deep. I saw stars. …… I infiltrated a biker den, disguised as a boy to kill the man that killed my mom. I'm her second daughter, and now the heir to my mother's wealth since my sister is also missing, presumed dead. Turns out he suddenly lost his memories and he was also the hot stranger I had a one night stand with, the same night my mother got assassinated. He gave the orders to kill her. I planned to put a bullet through his head, but I couldn't let him die guiltless with lost memories. I'll stick around till he regains it. What I didn't expect was to fall for him and the sinful orgasms he gave me when he found out my true identity.

Alia is a skilled thief who, in search of a legendary treasure, sneaks into a castle under the cover of night. However, she unexpectedly witnesses the castle’s owner, the handsome and cold-hearted billionaire Marcellus, murder his wife. In the chaos of her escape, Alia is discovered and killed by him. But death isn’t the end. Alia wakes up to find herself reborn a year earlier, this time in the body of the wife Marcellus had killed—Livia. Faced with the man who had once killed her, now acting outwardly kind but still harboring deadly intentions, Alia knows she must uncover the truth within a year and avoid the same tragic fate. Her plan? Escape the castle and steal the treasure. During her time in the castle, Alia discovers that Livia’s identity is far from simple, and she soon finds herself tangled in a deeper conspiracy. Marcellus’s younger brother, Elias, has a close, secret relationship with Livia, one that seems to involve hidden feelings. As Alia secretly investigates Marcellus’s true intentions, she is drawn to his conflicting mixture of gentleness and coldness. At the same time, the body of Livia compels her to develop feelings for Elias, whose tender care for her awakens a sense of warmth. Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, Alia realizes that every person’s motives are more complex than they first appear, and she must make difficult choices between truth, revenge, love, and survival. As the one-year deadline approaches, the conspiracy unfolds, and Marcellus’s true intentions toward Livia are exposed. Alia finally finds a chance to escape. But with emotions tangled and fate inextricably linked to the castle, will she choose revenge and freedom, or will she find redemption and true love within the deadly walls of the castle?

James Walkers is the most famous basketball team leader and also the head of the bully group. With his blessed handsome face and also being the treasure of the prominent family in Franklin Town, he changed his girlfriends as changing the clothes. Rumors said that he never dated a girl more than two weeks because he is not capable of making his girlfriends lay on his bed. To all surprises, he become stable with Jessica Smith, a beauty queen, transferred from another town, and have a brother, Jeremy Smith who is a typical prejudiced boy. On the prom night, there is a knock on the Smith's door and Mrs. Smith said, " Oh! Jessica, your date is here" but he said " It's not Jessica but Jeremy" !!!

When I'm on the verge of dying, the kidnapper who has kidnapped me calls my fiance, Connor Weston, who's also the youngest patrol officer in the pack. The call goes through, only for us to hear Connor's voice, which is filled with suppressed rage. "Sylvia Kline, I'll give you three seconds to stop bothering me. Vivian's initiation ceremony will take place at night three days later. If you dare pull off another one of your tricks again—" "Connor…" Blood gushes out of my mouth as soon as I open it. My voice is so hoarse that I don't sound like myself at all. "Save… me…" "Your acting's pretty good," Connor cuts me off, his tone filled with disdain. "Listen, if you dare skip out on the ceremony and embarrass me in front of the entire pack, you can forget about going home." After that, the line goes dead. In the end, I die from mutilation. It's fine, Connor. I can't go home for real this time.

When the criminal tortured me to death, I was three-month pregnant. But my husband Mark - the city's most prominent detective - was at the hospital with his first love Emma, accompanying her for her medical checkup. Three days ago, he demanded me to donate my kidney to Emma. When I refused, telling him I was two months pregnant with our child, his eyes had turned cold. "Stop lying," he had snarled. "You're just being selfish, trying to let Emma die." He pulled over on the dark highway. "Get out," he ordered. "Walk home since you're so heartless. " I stood there in the darkness and was kidnapped by the vengeful criminal, whom Mark had once imprisoned. He cut out my tongue. With cruel satisfaction, he used my phone to call my husband. Mark's response was brief and cold: "Whatever it is, Emma's medical checkup is more important! She needs me right now." The criminal let out a dark chuckle. "Well, well... Seems like the great detective values his ex's life more than his current wife's." When Mark arrived at the crime scene hours later, he was horrified by the brutality inflicted on the corpse. He angrily condemned the murderer for treating a pregnant woman so cruelly But he didn't recognize that the mutilated body before him was his own wife - me.

After a venomous snake bites me, my husband, Daniel Dawson, injects the only antivenom into my adopted sister, Grace Winton. Before I black out, I see my parents, Daniel, and my son, Ethan Dawson, all gathered around Grace, while I lie alone on the grass, completely ignored. When I come to, my colleague shakes his head and tells me the toxin has already spread. Within 48 hours, my body will begin to rot from the inside, and I'll die in unbearable pain. I give up the conservative plan and swallow a potent painkiller instead. Over the next two days, I transfer the hospital my grandfather gave me and every asset in my name to Grace. I divorce Daniel and place both his and Ethan's hands into Grace's. When I put Grace's name on the amyotrophic lateral sclerosis treatment protocol I've spent five years developing, they finally smile, hold my hand, and tell me we're finally a real family. I stay silent and only smile at them. I wonder what their faces will look like two days later when they see my body.

Her downfall came hours after her birthday when she found out that she was the mate of the very monster she hunted.A father, tormented by the grief of the past, could do nothing until he found someone like-minded and formed the Alliance to fight those who took away the love of his life. He fought behind the screen while his daughter did what he never could - she killed the big bad wolf. The years passed, and she followed her father's vision until an ill-advised mission led her to imprisonment under the command of an Alpha. Little did Enya know that misfortune would reveal too many secrets. Will Enya ever find herself in a tangle of lies, or will she perish with those who led her astray?

My husband took our six-year-old son to meet his first love, using him as a cover. At some point, he sent our son to buy burn cream. My sweet boy then encountered a lunatic who stabbed him to death. The pain in my heart was unbearable. When I saw the burn cream still in my son's hand, I broke down in tears. Yet, my husband called to berate me, "Look at the son you've raised, Shayla Joy! He burned Claire and didn't even apologize. Get him back here right now!"

You should be grateful. That sentence killed me in my last life. My father said it while selling me to Blackmoon’s cold alpha. My husband—Alpha Lucian Black—growled it when I asked for a divorce. My sister purred it as she stole my inheritance. My mother prayed it, watching my slaughter. They framed me. Dragged me into the forest. Broke my bones. Ripped out my wolf. Left me bleeding under a blood moon. All smiling. All demanding gratitude. Then—I woke up. Reborn. The night before the betrayal. Back in my weak, human body, my untouched mate-mark burning. This time? No begging. No obedience. I burn contracts. Shatter schemes. Become the monster they created. But my “cruel” Alpha has changed. Lucian Black’s golden eyes darken when rivals look at me. His voice cracks when I say “divorce.” His hands grip me like I might vanish. “Please,” he snarls, slamming me against the wall, fangs grazing my throat, breath hot. “Don’t leave me.” He doesn’t remember shredding me. Doesn’t know I’m the key to his curse… —or his pack’s destruction. Wolves rule by fang. Mates by power, not passion. I died weak. This time, they kneel. Reborn from blood. Fueled by hate. Tangled in obsession… I’ll take my revenge. And claim true love’s bite. Dark werewolf rebirth romance: cursed alpha obsession, forced marriage, betrayal, revenge, possessive heat, weak-to-queen.