Witch Monster

A clueless witch, two gorgeous Alphas and an ageless war brewing rapidly. As average as anyone can be, Phoebe is your normal human teenager. Or so she thought. One moment, she’s practicing for a game and the next, she experiences a shocking discovery. She is a witch, one with dark, immense powers. Bubbling with questions, Phoebe tries to come to terms with what she really is and if that is not enough headache already, two werewolf brothers arrive, upending her already crazy life. Sinfully charming and possessive as , Connor and Reed, claim she is their mate. And even as she tries to resist these gorgeous creatures with eyes like liquid burning silver, the lure to mate with these two irresistible Alphas tempts her. But too bad, in the witch world, a relationship with a witch and a werewolf is forbidden. Devastated, Phoebe is stuck between her lovers and her clan. Who is worth her loyalty? Alpha bad boys, Connor and Reed or the all powerful witches coven? It is up to her to choose and as they say, forbidden fruits taste the sweetest. A tale of romance, burning lust and the supernatural.

My fiancé was drugged at a party and spent the night tangled up with Isabelle Parson, the housekeeper's daughter. Afterward, Isabelle turned up pregnant, and Adrian tore up our engagement right there at our engagement party. "Leah, Isabelle is carrying my child. I have to marry her. I know you still love me. After I marry Isabelle, you can keep being my lover." I agreed to break off the engagement on the spot, then turned around and married Gordon—the man I'd once refused in a family alliance. At my wedding, Adrian stood before the guests and mocked me with an icy smile. "So this is what you've sunk to without me—marrying a pauper on the verge of bankruptcy. I'm the richest man in Jeffolton City. All you have to do is beg, and I'll let you come back to me." I looked at him with a thin, distant smile. He still didn't know—whoever I marry would become the richest man in Jeffolton City.

Ivana was looking for a hot lover. Her dream came true when she met the pair of fiery eyes in a painting. It turned out he was a werewolf! He was put in there by a witch! Brie believed herself to be frigid but when she saw a hunk body, she fell in lust at first sight. She wanted him instantly. The problem: he was inside the mirror! And the same witch used her black magic on him!That old witch was their grandmother. Could they use their powers to free the men of their heart's desire?

A witch and a werewolf should have never been mates. It never happened, and should have never happened. Believing he was cursed by the Moon Goddess herself, Alpha Cain Cadell had the surprise of his life when he found his mate. Cordelia had a troubled life, extremely troubled even for a witch. Scorned by her people, hated by her mother, and wished dead by the council of magic. She really didn't have it easy. And when the Alpha of the biggest of packs wants to claim her as his, Cordelia has to fight spells, nails, and teeth. …. Blurb: “This is all sorts of wrong, alpha. I can't be your mate. Witches and werewolves can't be mates.” I shouted, trying to drill the fact into his mind. “Yet, it happened.” He stepped closer, cornering me to the wall. His eyes drifted between my eyes and my lips and he breathed out, “You are my mate; mine to love, mine to fuck, you're simply mine Cordelia and nothing and no one will stop me from getting you.” The possessiveness in his voice sent shivers down my spine. I itched to kiss him, I wanted him to kiss me, but I knew I shouldn't. But the fight in me was dying down as he leaned closer, his lips almost brushing mine. “Admit it, darling. You want me as much as I want you. Just give in.” His hand on my neck felt hotter, and I let out a shaky breath. It was one hell of a fight that I had to put up with myself. Cain Cadell was all sorts of bad. He's power hungry, his desire for power was almost maddening, and witches were very disposable to him. “I will never.” I couldn't even convince myself with that shaky voice.

"I brought you here because you're my mate." "mate?" I ask incredulously. "yes. And I plan to make sure that you remain here, Tammy. Even if you try to run away from this, I will keep bringing you back every single time." Tammy is a nurse living a normal life. That changes after an encounter with a mysterious man, as her world begins to turn upsidedown. Adam Grayson, the next-in-line alpha of the skyline pack has been searching for his mate for eight years. His search comes to an end after a brief meeting with her, but claiming her poses a problem for him, so he begins making plans to get her. With the time of witch's curse manifestation approaching, Adam uses that to his advantage and gets ignorant his mate, Tammy, to cater for the wolves of his pack. And with her stay in the pack house, new developments occur, which disrupts her past and threatens her future with Adam. Will they still come together after terrible secrets unfold? Or would their bond be shattered? A scream pierces the air, and I whirl around, my attention now on the crowd. The lady, Amanda, points a trembling finger at me. "A witch! We have a witch among us!" I shake my head. "What? No!" I cry. "I'm not a witch!" "Witch! Witch! Witch!" The chants rise from the crowd. I turn back to Adam. "Adam, tell them I'm not a witch. Adam please!"

Her voice enchants them, and her touch, it steals the very life out of them. Thea's only option is to take a vow of silence so the kills stop and her bloody hands have a chance to wash clean.Things can't be so easy for her. Innocent children are taken and their lives threatened by the very people that tortured herself and her sisters.Thea's only recourse is to embrace the darkness inside and unleash her vengeance.After all, a siren's song isn't her only weapon.

My sister and I were caught up in a severe car accident during a family road trip down the mountain for the New Year. Shattered glass pierced straight through my heart. Amid the excruciating pain, my fiance and family insisted the rescue team take my sister, who only had a scratched arm, to the hospital first. As I cried out for them to save me, my fiance snapped at me. “Carol, you should know when to stop vying for attention! “Delila is bleeding so much. Why must you compete with her?” Dad shook his head and sighed while Mom looked at me with disgust. I forced my stiff neck to look over. They were all surrounding my younger sister. She only sported a faint red mark on her arm. No one saw the blood gushing from my chest. No one heard my fading heartbeat. I died during that snowy, bitterly frigid night. When they finally remembered me and came across my cold body, my fiance and family went mad.

On the day of my wedding, the video I had painstakingly prepared was suddenly replaced with intimate photos of my fiancé and my foster sister, Lindsey Remmington. Within minutes, it hit the top of the trending list. Overnight, I, a celebrated actress, became the abandoned bride of a wealthy family and a public laughingstock. Just when I thought I'd reached rock bottom, Connor Presley, the heir of Elluel City's most powerful family and the boy I'd grown up with, returned from abroad. In front of flashing cameras, he knelt with a diamond ring and proposed, silencing every rumor and every sneer. After we married, we appeared inseparable, our affection the picture of perfection. The only flaw was his infertility—his condition made it nearly impossible for me to conceive. For three long years, I underwent countless rounds of IVF. At last, I became pregnant. Connor was overjoyed. To celebrate, he threw an extravagant party in honor of our long-awaited child. But in the middle of the revelry, one of his closest friends, drunk and unguarded, muttered in Russian, "Connor, you've gone too far. Just because Lindsey was afraid pregnancy would ruin her figure, you put the zygote into Rachel's body and let her carry the baby for you two? If she ever finds out the truth, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." Connor's expression didn't waver. "This was Lindsey's only wish. I had to grant it," he replied coolly. "Besides, having a child with Lindsey has always been my dream. Only her child deserves to be the heir of the Presley family. The days ahead are long—I'll make it up to Rachel, eventually." I stood frozen, my body trembling uncontrollably. That night, I made an appointment for an abortion. When Connor stormed into the hospital, raging like a madman, I looked up at him with chilling calm and said, "I understand Russian."

No meu aniversário, meu marido, Adrian Grant, apareceu de repente com minha irmã adotiva mais nova, Bella Reed, e a filha dela, Tia Reed. Quando chegou a hora de sair, ele bem naturalmente acomodou Bella no banco do passageiro da frente. Depois se virou para mim e disse calmamente: — A Tia enjoa fácil no carro. O banco de trás está cheio de coisas. Já que você não enjoa, vá de ônibus. Nossos amigos imediatamente começaram a concordar, um após o outro: — Você é a irmã mais velha. Cuidar da sua sobrinha é o mínimo. Quatro carros estavam saindo, mas não sobrou um único assento para mim, a suposta protagonista do dia. Sentei no ônibus, engolindo minha mágoa, e vi Adrian e Bella interagindo de forma ambígua no grupo de mensagens. Eles até falavam sobre assuntos dos quais eu não sabia absolutamente nada. Quando abri o vídeo que tinham acabado de enviar, não restava nada na mesa preparada para mim além de sobras. Adrian ainda pegou o bolo de aniversário que eu havia preparado com tanto cuidado e tratou como se fosse apenas uma sobremesa qualquer, dando colheradas na boca de Bella e da filha dela. Alguém finalmente não aguentou e perguntou se aquilo era apropriado. Adrian, que limpava cuidadosamente a boca de Bella, sequer levantou os olhos. — Somos todos família. A Julia não vai ficar brava. Naquele momento, meu casamento de sete anos tinha chegado ao seu fim.

When Eloise Garpin, my daughter, comes back from kindergarten, she tells me that her teacher, Karen Linsell, has given her class a weird assignment. Apparently, everyone is to record their mothers' menstrual week. But what makes things weirder is that whenever I'm on my period, John Garpin, my husband who's often busy with work, keeps offering to pick Eloise up from kindergarten. One day, I come across a post on a social media app. "What should I do? I've fallen in love with my student's rich father! Oh dear, I really like him so much! You have no idea that his taut and slim waist looks so seductive! Every time I see him, I can't help but moan!" Someone begins admonishing her out of fury the moment they see the post. "What the hell? Are you itching to become a mistress? You really are shameless! Goodness, you're so disgusting! I can't believe you call yourself a teacher!" Unexpectedly, the original poster doesn't care about the comment at all. She even posts a photo featuring the aftermath of her carnal fun with the man. "So what if I am? Anyway, we regularly sleep together every month whenever he picks his daughter up during his wife's period. This is so thrilling!" I'm stunned when I see the million-dollar custom watch strapped to the man's wrist in the photo. And today… happens to be the first day of my period.