Wind Breathing Novels & Stories

LILA In a world of predators, I am a void; scentless, wolfless, and invisible. Survival means wearing the mask of a late-blooming Omega, a lie that keeps me breathing until the territory’s most lethal Alpha fixes his gaze on me. REIS A generational moon curse is tearing my mind apart, and the Moon Goddess has denied me the only cure: a fated mate. Then I see her, Lila Whitlock, with eyes of a hurricane in my shattered, burning world. I don't know why she paralyzes my senses, but I know this; when an Alpha wants, he doesn't ask. He takes.

Can a Christmas angel fix a meet-cute gone wrong? Memory Wilson is supposed to meet Dakota Brooks and fall in love. When a sudden gust of wind from a startled angel prevents that from happening, their paths never intersect. Can Memory's recently departed, beloved Grandma Helen come back to Christmas Falls, Indiana, in disguise and bring Memory and Dak together? Or will Memory's assumption that Dak is just a money-greedy real estate developer keep her from falling in love? If you enjoy sweet Christmas romances with heavenly themes, then you'll love Christmas Memory!

They are the Alphas that moves with the wind, their predating eyes that forces their enemies to the ground. They make convenience feels like torture. I was their sleeping beauty and then the beast came! I lost the sleep, I lost the royalty. Mated to both of them when I’m their greatest enemy, left into the hands of the ever cruel and cold-hearted twin Alphas who wants nothing but to spell my doom. Now they want me… No! Not the want, they live to make my life a living hell. I give them reasons to live for the day they rip me into shreds! How it all started? I was a sleeping beauty remember? I was in a deep slumber…

TWIN TORMENTORS BOOK 2 is out: *BEAUTIFULLY RUINED* It was outlawed to excuse oneself in the presence of either of the twins, let alone when they were two. But the clattering of the spoons against the plates made my head spin in circles. I wanted out of this place and I didn't care whether I would rub the obsessed psychopaths the wrong way, because they’ve been breathing down my neck since they brought me here. I can’t eat, shower, sleep, even sit alone without them going alpha on me. My twins: My tormentors!

You’re not supposed to want straight men. Carson Bitters wants nothing more than to feel his secretary inside him. He dreams of it every day. You’re not supposed to fall in love with them. They won’t love you back. But Carson can’t stop longing for Asher Hall; the man his homophobic father handpicked for him. A living, breathing, giant NO. And yet, every time Asher speaks, every glance, every careless brush of his hand, Carson finds himself wanting more. Needing more. And what starts as longing could destroy everything, or make it unforgettable.

“I know you want me” he smirked “Just say the word and it’s all yours.” I stood up making my way towards him,he relaxed on his sofa with his legs wide apart,his crotch breathing steadily as I took bold steps. I reached for my purse beside him and made way for the door. “See you tomorrow Ethan” i said without looking back. ~He had always been in control with every woman he met,but something felt different about Britney. She had him wrapped in chains whimpering to her every beck and call.~

In our village, once the girls turn 16, they must begin fasting and take a secret formula to produce bloodstones. My mother says this is the necessary path for a girl to become a rabbit-woman. It is also the most important thing in her life. On the day my sister turns 16, a rabbit tail grows from her tailbone. She no longer has to work in the fields. She only needs to lie in her room each day and take the formula. From that very night on, I see one man after another—sometimes several at once—enter her room. Before long, the sounds of heavy breathing begin to come from inside...

"Zayne-" I try to push him away when he grabs me by the waist and puts me on the counter. Letting out a gasp, I rest my hands on his shoulders as his warmth lingers on my body. His eyes are slightly red as if he was crying. And before I realize it, he leans forward and rests his head on my shoulder, breathing in my scent. "Myla," He calls, his voice intoxicating. I hate how he has the power to make my knees go weak whenever my name comes out from between his lips. "I never craved attention until I tasted yours."

What if death wasn't the end? What if your soul could live on, even after your body had stopped breathing? What if there was a way to come back to life, even after you had died? These are the questions that haunted Alessia, a young lady who died a few days to her wedding. Finding herself in the afterlife, Alessia was given a chance at a second life - but only if she could find the soul that her own had been intertwined with from birth. What if the 31 days given to her to complete her task is only about her own survival but also to unravel secrets? And what if she isn't fated to live again?

“New destiny,” the wind whispered. Instinctively, my wolf leapt forward in protection, growling menacingly. I crouched in front of her, inhaling her sweet scent—the same one that had drawn me to her, the same one that stirred something deep within me, calling to me without a single word. I whispered to the wolf: “So, the rumors were true… Hunter not only kept his daughter as a prisoner but also hunted her.” The tone of my voice sent a pleasant shiver through the air, teasing my own ears. “Tell me, blind wolf, I just killed your father. Do you hate me for it?”