Romans & histoires Winter Goddess

Larissa thought marriage meant loyalty. Until her husband proved her wrong over and over again. When she caught Zephan cheating once more, he didn't apologize. Instead, he gave her a choice: accept an open marriage… or stay out of his business. So Larissa made one of her own. One night of no rules or guilt. Harl was supposed to be nothing more than a distraction—intoxicating, unforgettable, and temporary. But what starts as revenge quickly spirals into something far more complicated. Because Harl is more than just a one-night mistake. He’s not someone Larissa can hide from… and definitely not someone she can forget.

Ashley Elsher was known as someone who was scarred and ugly. And as a result, she already attracted lots of haters within her pack. Including her mother. After discovering Willow Baker, the only child and daughter of the Alpha of Blue Moon Pack decided to steal her mate, the soon-to-be Alpha of Burning Heart Pack, Marcellus Helter, she made a resolve to flee the pack to the city with the money she had been saving for over year. When she returned home that evening, she found out to her dismay that all her money were gone and the only suspect was her mother who hated her so much. Out of rage, she stormed out of the house and accidentally killed an Omega which in turn triggered her curse as a hybrid! Her new identity soon attracts vampires to the pack, thousands who wants her alive and other thousands who wants her dead. She is told of her past, the grievances and those she has to avenge. in her quest, she realizes she's a hybrid stealer. a hybrid stealer who only attracts Alphas and as a result of this, she not only has Vampires to deal with but also the Werewolves who sees her as a threat to their packs. In the long run, a long forgotten prophecy ruins her life by sending people after her. This also enables her to learn the secrets of her mother's family, the Elshers. In the long run she discovers being Ashley Elsher, the greatest supernatural who ever lived, isn't just an identity, it came with a death sentence. Come with us on this journey to see how secrets are spilled, loved ones are killed and only the nastiest make it out alive.

Sally who seeks revenge for her pack who were killed cold blooded by another powerful werewolf pack, falls in love against her wish with her worst enemy, problem raises as she found out her lover's pack killed had ruined her own pack. She haven't gotten over the death of her pack, she had also made a promise to them she would avenge their deaths no matter what. She is left chartered, she is left in confusion, the decision to take revenge on her lover becomes a big challenge in her life. What do you think Sally would do? Do you think she is capable of killing her own lover? Will she forgive and spare him for the love they share? Find out as you read this exciting story!

Warning! This book contains explicit scenes. Do not read if not above eighteen :) ——- *(Age Gap)* “Oh! Nayla! You’re the best thing I have ever fucked! I love how sweet your pussy feels!….I love how tight you are for me. I love fu—fucking you,” Roy whispered softly against my ear, his breath so hot and intoxicating, it sent a rush of shivers down my spine as he rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting harder against my p*ssy. S—so much pleasure! ********** It’s been a growing feeling she’s had for years. A feeling she has desperately tried to get rid of. She knows it’s wrong. It’s forbidden. He’s her big brother. Worse, There’s no way Roy Donald could ever look her way. Not when he’s too proud, too pompous, too charming!……too much for her. But what if she’s wrong? What if he wants her more than she could ever imagine? Read to find out….

After finding out that the city is flourishing with countless opportunities, Florence Chastain drinks far too much out of elation. She begins stumbling toward the home of Gerard Vertes, a widower, in her drunken haze. Even though I have a crush on her, I choose to ignore her. In my previous life, I was worried that Florence might submit to her carnal urges due to intoxication, which might lead to her losing the golden opportunity of moving to the city. So, I rushed over to stop her. But Florence was quick to yank the hem of my shirt while begging me to satisfy her urges. After the wild night, she got pregnant with my child. In order to preserve Florence's reputation, her parents forced her to marry me. After our marriage, Florence was cold and aloof toward me and our child. She'd beat us up from time to time, too. "If not for your busybody tendencies back then, I wouldn't have married a country bumpkin like you! With talents like mine, I'd definitely have made it big in the city!" The daily torment had me physically and mentally strained. In order to make life easier for this family, I borrowed money from various sources just to rent a general store. That way, we'd have steady income. But Florence had the audacity to lock me up at home when our son was down with a high fever. I begged her to save our son, only to get beaten up by her ruthlessly instead. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the night Florence is making her way drunkenly toward Gerard's house.

During my graduation trip, my friends and I go on a road trip to the plateau. That's when I get afflicted with altitude sickness. As dark spots begin to form in my vision, I realize that my anti-sickness medication, which can definitely save my life, has been swapped for ibuprofen instead. I'm about to start demanding answers from the group when my fiance, Zayden Lowry, stops me. "Sorry, Noelle. I've given your imported medication to Erica. You should take some ibuprofen and try to ride out your sickness for the time being." I clutch the box of ibuprofen, already finding it difficult to breathe. "So, you're just going to make me wait for my death after taking ibuprofen, huh?" Zayden frowns deeply at me. "How could you say that? Erica is frail, but you shouldn’t curse her like that! "This trip is meant for us to enjoy Mother Nature's beauty, not an opportunity for you to show off your expensive medication! "My mom is right. You really need to change that spoiled temperament of yours. If not, I won't be able to afford your expenses, seeing as you're the frail type who collapses over the slightest inconvenience." I no longer pay Zayden any attention. Using what's left of my strength, I send my dad a text. "Dad, send someone here to take me home. Also, you can terminate the collaboration between our company and Zayden's."

My name is Evelyn Brown. I represent the company in the IPO bidding process. Halfway through my presentation, I notice everyone in the room staring at me with puzzled expressions. In that instant, I realize my PowerPoint slides have been swapped for a "Paid Surrogate" advertisement. The wording is utterly humiliating. "I've lived the first 20 years of my life in a poor mountain village. I'm healthy and can promise a son. My price is negotiable." I rush backstage, only to see the impoverished student my father, Eric Brown, has sponsored for years laughing uncontrollably. Leaning against my fiance, Dwayne Woodruff, Katherine Cadwell says, "Oh, Ms. Brown, don't be upset! I was just teasing you to lighten the mood. You just got back home. Don't stress yourself out so much." I grab her arm, insisting she come out and explain herself. But out of nowhere, Dwayne shoves me to the floor. "You've just returned," he says. "We only pulled a little prank on you because we didn't want you to be too tense. If you can't handle even this amount of pressure, how can you be expected to take over the company?" I can't help but scoff. Right in front of them, I send the live recording straight to my father, the CEO. Without a second thought, I dial his number. "Dad, look at what your 'star scholarship student' just pulled. Can we have her and Dwayne kicked out of the company?"

I had no desire to marry. Quite conveniently, the general’s only son claimed he had no interest in women and refused to ruin some innocent young lady’s future. A brilliant notion thus occurred to me. “Then ruin me instead.” I would be spared the obligations of the marriage bed, and I even agreed that he might seek his pleasures elsewhere. Yet on our wedding night, I unexpectedly overheard his private thoughts. “She smells delightful. I want to touch her,” he thought. I regarded him with wide-eyed disbelief. “Are you quite certain you have no interest in women?” Outwardly, he appeared to be the very picture of propriety. “I’m quite certain. Do keep your distance.” Yet his thoughts told a very different story. “That was all a lie. The truth is that I am a man of considerable appetites, and desires for the marriage bed occupy me daily,” he thought.

I was Byron Estrada's doormat, always there to fulfill his every whim. But Byron hated me, ridiculing me at every turn. It was all because three years ago, I ran away the day before our wedding. Now, three years later, I had returned with a child—whose real father just so happened to be Byron's brother.

When I was eight months pregnant, I received an anonymous email. The attachment was a security camera recording. In a dimly lit VIP booth at a bar, my husband — a vampire who had lived for three hundred years — was holding a human woman in his arms, kissing her. At the end of the video, the woman smiled and asked him, "Adrian, do you really love me?" Adrian's voice was low. "Of course." "Even though you're human, I'll make you the happiest vampire bride in the world." He had said those exact words to me ten years ago. In that moment, my hand rested on my belly. The baby kicked once. As if reminding me. It was time to wake up.