Wild Author Mga Nobela at Kwento

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

"Well, well, well. Now, there is no escape for you from our grasp. You are ours." The triplets said, sharpening their claws. The story centers on Amber who lost her brother and was adopted by the Alpha of her pack. She was mistreated by he and his daughter and this led her to apply for a scholarship program to a famous school in the nearest city. This was where she met the famous triplets who turned out to be her mates. However, they also didn't treat her right and when her scholarship expired, they bought her from her former pack, to continue the misery that they enjoyed making her go through. What is going to become of her while she lives under the same roof with the mean and feared triplets? We can only find out as the story goes on.

“We signed the divorce papers six months ago. Tonight I’m wearing the lingerie he bought me on our honeymoon…and I’m not leaving his penthouse until he remembers why he put a ring on it.” Lila Grant never begged,not when Ethan built his empire on her late-night sketches. Not when he shut her out with silence colder than the marble floors of their Manhattan tomb. Not when she scrawled her signature on the line that severed them. But six months of celibate nights and whiskey-soaked memories have carved her hollow. One look at him across a crowded gala with his new fiancée draped on his arm like a cheap trophy and something primal snaps inside her. She kisses him in front of the cameras. Claims the mouth that once whispered mine against her throat and then she issues the ultimatum that detonates their carefully buried war: Thirty nights. His Hamptons fortress. One bed. No safe words. No surrender. If either of them says the word divorce, the other walks away with everything,money, pride, the last shred of sanity. Ethan never lost until Lila walks back in wearing red silk and the scent of ruin. What begins as a vicious game of who-blinks-first spirals into something darker. Jealousy that tastes like blood on the tongue. Sex that leaves bruises shaped like vows. He wants to punish her for leaving. She wants to burn the memory of his touch out of her skin. Both get exactly what they came for,until the one thing neither planned explodes between them: She’s pregnant. And the man who swore he’d never beg is on his knees

“Run, Lylah! Run before they decide death suits you better!” Cast out. Betrayed. Branded as the enemy. Once the cherished daughter of Beta Dalton, Lylah Crossbow’s life crumbled when her father was executed for treason he never committed. Branded an outcast and scorned by her own pack, Lylah endures cruelty and isolation under her aunt’s oppressive rule. Her only comfort? Ethan, a fellow omega equally cast aside. But destiny doesn’t care about social rank or shattered hearts. It rips Lylah from the shadows and throws her into the merciless spotlight when a disastrous mating ball reveals her as the fated mate of Alpha Harris. Rejected and exiled, Lylah finds herself wandering the wilds, fighting for survival. Yet salvation comes from the most unexpected place—a ruthless pack ruled by a man thought dead. Lylah must navigate betrayal, ambition, and a war threatening to engulf everything she once knew. As secrets unravel and alliances are tested, Lylah must find the strength to rise from the ashes of her past. Because this time, she’s not just fighting for herself. She’s fighting for revenge. And she’s not fighting alone.

"I don't fix broken hearts, Lucas. I only fix organs. And you don't seem to have either." Six years ago, Aria Vale was rejected, humiliated, and left to die in the snow while pregnant. She woke up to a death certificate for her son and a heart turned to ice. Today, she is The Viper, the most feared surgeon in the underworld. Aria’s plan for revenge is simple: make her old pack crawl. But everything changes when Dante Rinaldi, the ruthless Lycan King, and capo of the obsidian syndicate, kidnaps her to his island fortress to save his dying heir. Aria doesn't care about the monster’s child. She has no interest in playing mother, but when Dante offers her a deal she can’t refuse, she finally sees her chance to strike. Now she must cover the Syndicate's secrets, outwit a King who claims her as his own, and survive a pack that is now hunting her down for reasons she doesn't yet understand.

One signature made her his bride. One kiss sealed her fate. But one secret could burn his entire empire to the ground. Serena Vale was never meant to exist. The hidden daughter of a murdered mafia don, she’s lived in the shadows, far from the bloodshed that destroyed her family. But when her identity is exposed, she’s dragged into the deadly spotlight—offered as a peace treaty to the one man her father once swore to kill: Matteo De Luca, the feared Mafia King of Sicily. Cold. Calculating. Vengeful. Matteo agrees to the marriage, but not for peace. He wants revenge. He believes Serena’s blood is the key to destroying his enemies from within. What he doesn’t expect is her fire… or how her presence awakens a part of him long thought dead. Serena is supposed to be his weapon. His captive. But what if she's the one who brings him to his knees? In a world where loyalty kills, love betrays, and secrets rule—who will survive the vows they never meant to keep?

Freya Salvatore was a young lady who believed everyone has their own freedom of speech. She was never the type to get bullied by others, she was totally a hard nut to crack. But what happens when that believes of hers landed her into a big trouble. She fell into the trap of a cold, heartless, and ruthless mafia lord, who has no sympathy for humanity Noah Maxwell who was the leader of a mafia gang, who his face was hidden by a mask. The world greatest terrorist. A sex manaic. Would he bend Freya to his bidding or will it be the other way round? Find out!

Rhea Collins knows exactly who Ryker is to her. She has known from the first moment she saw him. But a Lycan Prince who cannot smell his mate is a Lycan Prince who will not believe her - and Rhea has spent enough of her life waiting for things she cannot force to happen. So she says nothing. She trains. She watches. And she tells herself that Pi's howling every time Ryker touches someone else is something she can manage. She is wrong about that last part. What she does not know is that the palace she has entered is built on decades of lies. That the king she bows to is not the man he claims to be. That the defense advisor who trains her has been protecting her mate for eight years on a dead woman's instructions. And that the destroyed pack she came from was not destroyed by accident - it was destroyed because someone knew what Rhea would eventually carry, and tried to stop it before it could begin.

That night, drunk and heartbroken after her fiancé’s betrayal, Celeste accidentally sent her masturbation video to her boss, Lazarrus Walkez V, the ruthless billionaire who lives in permanent numbness. The next morning, a single text arrived, “Come to my office, Little doe.” From that moment…he offered her a dirty deal, and she became the only one who could awaken the monster that had been dead inside him. Revenge turned into obsession. Obsession turned into love.

He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled slowly. “Celeste, you know Isabella has been sick for years.” “Yes, I know,” I said bitterly. “I know because you remind me every single day.” He ignored the edge in my voice. “She’s not getting better. The doctors said she probably has a year left.” I swallowed hard. “And how does that concern me?” “She has one last wish,” he said quietly. “She wants to get married before she dies.” He wants to divorce me and remarry me after a year, but that’s nonsense! I’m tired of this marriage. This divorce isn’t a joke to me; I’m taking it seriously.