Winter Bear Chords

I hid behind a thick tree trunk and watched silently as a grizzly bear attacked my husband. In my previous life, I was a guide. I led my husband—an environmental photographer—and his female colleague into a nature reserve to film wildlife. While scouting the route, I discovered a nursing grizzly bear and immediately warned them not to take any photos and to retreat slowly. To my shock, they intentionally bumped into me, causing my right leg to be cut and bleed. The scent of blood enraged the bear, and it charged straight at me, sinking its massive jaws into my abdomen. After the bear left, my husband calmly stripped me of all my equipment. Then, wrapping his arms around his female colleague, he kissed her. He turned to me with a sinister smile creeping across his face. "Kate," he said, "I'll be honest. I never loved you. You're dying. Now, all your assets will be mine." I bled out and died. When I opened my eyes again, it was the morning of the day we entered the mountains.

I was touching myself in front of the teddy bear on my bed, because I knew a man was watching behind its eyes. He had sneaked into my home, lay on the bed where I slept, and left traces of himself on my clothes. When I noticed, he watched as I hid in a corner, trembling… not knowing that I had been waiting for him for a long time.

I made the decision to break up with Layla Freeman as I opened my eyes once more. She wanted to take Charles Jones and his son home so she could take care of them, so I would logically leave. I had a lot of arguments with Layla in my former life because of Charles and his son. She paid for Charles’ son’s wedding using the money I had saved for my retirement. Ultimately, the bitter cold killed me in the winter. When Layla found out about that, she was not filled with sadness. Rather, she accused me of dying on her godson’s wedding day. I would leave her and not have anything to do with her in this life.

Nick Horden was the kind of man everyone in New York’s elite circles whispered about. He was rich, reckless, and a little unhinged. But for all his chaos, he only ever cared about one person: Lisa Winters, a girl with nothing to her name, the half-starved homeless girl he once pulled off the streets. From fifteen to twenty-five, he gave her everything. His love, his devotion, and every bit of tenderness a man like him was capable of. Then one day, another woman appeared. Nick said she was different. She had been through hell, fought her way back, and refused to break. And little by little, she took Lisa’s place…

My father bought twin brothers from the black market to serve as bodyguards for me and my sister. My sister chose the tall, strong older brother, leaving me with the frail, mute younger one. Feeling sorry for him, I kept him close, seeking doctors for his silence and maintaining distance to respect his apparent OCD. I thought trauma had shaped him that way. But when our father's enemies kidnapped us, he abandoned me without hesitation, choosing to die shielding my sister. In his final moments, he spoke for the first time. "You finally see me." To me, he said, "In the next life, please don't choose me." I realized then that he was neither mute nor afflicted with OCD. His silence and aversion were directed solely at me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day we chose the bodyguards. This time, I'd grant his wish.

Emily's parents owed a debt of a hundred million dollars before they died, and her fiancé promised to pay the debt once they get married. She attends her fiancé's birthday party only to be drugged by her cousin; a room has already been arranged for her, but she was mistaken taken to the wrong room. She unknowingly slept with a stranger, who left her while she was still asleep. Emily's life is ruined, and she was kicked out of the family. Five years later, Emily comes back to the city with a five-year-old girl. She is a well-known artist, but she couldn't fork out her parent's debt, so she was willing to sell her art gallery for the amount. She meets her potential buyer, a billionaire in the business world, who is also a stranger she slept with five years ago, her daughter's father. She doesn't recognize him, but he recognizes her, not as the girl he slept with five years ago, but as a little girl who owns the secret to his parent's deaths.

When Idrish is accused of killing an elven royalty, the female hunter is forced to join the winter arena in the king's favor. But as a commoner of Springgan, a country with a bloody history of slavery and hierarchy, can she protect the ones she loves...when she can barely protect herself? *** What happens when an elf is in possession of a power that's beyond one's social standing? Idrish Aeric is living at the bottom of Springgan's strict hierarchy, barely able to scrape a living for her younger siblings through hunting and foraging. Her simple life flips when she receives a legacy from a royal elf and she has to run to protect her family. In order to escape death, she's forced to enter the elven royal family through marriage and join the winter arena in the king's favor. But in a world ruled by power and slavery, is Idrish ready to step up her game to change the system--or will she wind up dead before the song of the winter solstice plays?

“Bear me a son, and I will grant you freedom.” Those were the first words I spoke to her. Cold. Ruthless. Monster. I am Nikolai Kenji Ivanshov, Alpha of the Thornmoon Pack, feared, obeyed, and cursed to forget anything resembling love. I wasn’t made for softness. I wasn’t made for hope. I was born to rule… and to destroy the Vampire Lord who murdered my mother. Then Vena Ravensong appeared on my land, red-haired, trembling, and hiding secrets behind her pretty eyes. I took her in as my breeder. Nothing more. Vena… I did not come to the Thornmoon Pack willingly. I was sent by the vampire who owns my blood, ordered to gain Nikolai’s trust, to betray him… all to save my sister. Nikolai Ivanshov is no savior to me. He is just another powerful man who believes my body is his to claim, my future his to dictate. He wants an heir. I want to survive. I will bear his son, and in return, he will grant me my freedom. WARNING: This is a very dark romance novel and contains mature themes, you are warned.

SLAP "You think I’ll let Cassian take the fall ?" "He’s my son. You? You’re just a face I regret making"!!. Lucien was born with a secret. One even he didn’t understand. One his father always knew — and hated him for. While his twin, Cassian, lived a life of freedom, Lucien lived locked behind doors, punished for simply existing. He wasn’t allowed outside. He wasn’t allowed to live. He was hidden. Forgotten. Broken. Until one party changed everything. A mafia princess was hurt. Cassian was to blame. But their father made sure Lucien paid the price. That night, Lucien was handed over to Zayn Kingsley — A billionaire mafia heir. One of the Eight who rule the city from the shadows. He has two wives. A daughter. And a dying father whispering: “Give me a son. A true heir. Or lose everything.” Zayn doesn’t believe in weakness. He doesn’t believe in love. And he definitely doesn’t believe in men like Lucien. Zayn is cold. Ruthless. Homophobic. But what Zayn doesn’t know… Is that Lucien carries more than pain. He carries a secret that defies biology, logic, and everything Zayn thought he knew: 🩸 Lucien can bear an heir. And what started as punishment becomes obsession. What started as hate begins to burn into something forbidden… and terrifying. ---

On the night of my wedding, my best friend's younger brother wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked me, “It’s a little big. Can you handle it?” I stared at his perfectly defined abs, my mind going completely blank. “What?” He repeated, “Can you handle it?” My voice jumped an octave from my panic. “Aren't we supposed to take things slow? Isn’t this way too fast?” That night, the sound-activated lights in the house flickered on and off until dawn. Meanwhile, my ex-husband was squatting downstairs. His eyes were swollen red from crying, but I did not even spare him a thought. Back then, when I agreed to let him proceed with a fake wedding with his childhood sweetheart, Miles Carter thought our cold war was over. When he explained things to me, he said, “Vivian and I will only be married on paper. The ceremony is just to satisfy my mom. I swear, when this is over, we’ll live as a real couple.” I remained silent. I just stared at the countdown on my phone, counting the days until I could finally leave. He did not know that the moment he tricked me into signing the divorce papers, our marriage had already ceased to exist.