Woman Transformation Into Werewolf

"what do you want from me?" She said she cries hoping to leave her. She struggled to keep him away, but her weak resistance did not work. “I demand what is mine, my little companion.” He answered her, pushing her hard against the wall, putting his face to her neck, sniffing at her scent, while the poor girl, who had been oblivious to his world, cried out for help. But she didn't know that no one would come to save her and face the wrath of the alpha who was fixing her on the wall. I guess it was a mistake to move to a town where secrets are blacker than dark but she didn't have a choice, right?

Josh: I was focused on my revenge. Practically all of my family was killed, and I would not allow their deaths to be erased, irrelevant and unpunished. I wanted, and would do, justice. I was powerful enough for that, and I was focused. But everything changed when I found Pietra. So pretty, a little shy, and very dedicated. His intelligence charmed me, and his sharp tongue interested me. But to be honest, her body messed with me too (more than it should have). So, I was at an impasse: if I chose Pietra, I would have to give up my revenge. And if I chose to do justice, I couldn't have her in my life. Everything was very complicated, and it got worse when I found out that Pietra was predestined to be my partner. One way or another, at one time or another, she would have to be mine whether we both wanted it or not.

Lily Thornstun, a 24 year writer who escaped from a toxic and abusive relationship to a Werewolf Community where she meets Jayce Ryder, the 29 year Werewolf King and her new roommate. While taking therapy to bounce back from her traumatic experience from her previous relationship, a bond begins to form between them as the Mate bond soul links the pair. Between the fear of her past coming back to hunt her and the overwhelming heat building up between them, Lily and Jayce face off against the obstacles that puts their love to the test in order to achieve their happy ending.

I was anonymously reported for fraudulent credit card use and arrested. The victim turned out to be my own husband. I pulled out my phone to show them our marriage certificate to prove my innocence, but the police officer frowned as he looked at me. "Ma'am, the Lucas Richardson on this certificate is not your husband. You're still unmarried." I could not believe it and asked the officer to check again immediately. He looked at me with sympathy, but quickly spoke again, "Our records show that Lucas Richardson's spouse is Vivian Clarke and that they have a three-year-old child together. Ma'am, if you cannot prove your relationship with him, you will face criminal detention." I felt like I had been struck by lightning. Six years ago, Lucas had a secretary named Vivian who was obsessively in love with him. On the day Lucas and I got married, she caused a scene and threatened suicide. In the end, he had to personally handle the situation for three days before coming home. It turned out that his solution was to marry Vivian instead.

Since the first time met Wolfgang, Emily had fallen in love with him. He treated her well and was handsome and gentle, making her infatuated with him. However, he was both intimate and distant, sometimes being very friendly towards her but other times being cold and distant. But Emily wouldn’t give up, she loved him and was determined to flirt with him until she won him over. Then one day, on a full moon... she saw him transform into a... werewolf! Her destined love, Wolfgang, was a werewolf! What was Emily to do?

I looked at the naked stranger lying asleep beside me. Lightning flickered, illuminating his muscular body only in glimpses. He was covered in mud and blood, and though in human form now, he still looked wild and monstrous. I’d never found myself lying beside any naked man before in my life. He pulled at my clothes, and I let him rip them off. The thunder came closer, booming right overhead. We kissed with a frantic passion and grasped at every inch of each other. One of the only normal human girls at the Werewolf Noble Academy, I was at the bottom of the social order from the start. But even worse than that, just about everyone at school picked on me for being fat. One day I slept with a stranger in an accident. He is the second prince of the werewolf world, and wants to marry me!

He rejected her in front of the entire kingdom. He crowned her rival queen. Then, he offered her as a sacrifice… to his father. Esmeralda had it all—or so she thought. The future queen. The beloved mate. A father who raised her with honor. But in a single night, everything crumbled. Thorne, the man who once kissed her scars and promised her forever, humiliated her before the entire werewolf court and handed her over as a traitor. Betrayed. Rejected. And pregnant. Marked as a disgrace, Esmeralda escapes into the wild lands with nothing but a heartbeat growing inside her and the ghosts of a love that was never real. But the wilderness holds its own secrets, including a pack of dangerous rogues and a cold, powerful Alpha who wants nothing to do with her. He saved her once. He regrets it already. Now Esmeralda must fight to protect her unborn child, survive a pack that sees her as a threat—and face the one man whose hatred burns as deeply as his stare. But what if the real enemy is the king she once loved? And what if fate still has a crown for her… just not the one she expected?

On New Year's Eve, I prepare a feast. The clock strikes twelve, but my husband, Vincent Porter, still isn't home. My daughter, Lorelei Porter, tugs at my sleeve and holds up my phone. "Look Mommy, Daddy is at this lady's house!" Vincent has posted an update on Twitter. He is with Christine Snow, his childhood sweetheart. They are smiling at the camera, with a boy who looks about ten standing between them. In front of them sits a swan-shaped cake. The caption reads, "The most special day for the most special you." My heart sinks into my stomach. A marriage that came later in life can never compete with a pair of childhood sweethearts. I accept defeat.

Crystal is a doctor from a middle-class family. She is a single mother who fights every second for her daughter, to protect her, to be with her.Rayan is a successful businessman from a highly prominent family who conceals everything with the arduous side of him because of forbidding the least important chance of life that was precious than anything for him.Mistakes are common at 18, But how about the mistakes that were never considered as mistakes?At 18, they fell in love, loved each other like crazy that will beat any adult's love. Fate is merciless, it turned its back to them, caused them to fall apart. But fate can't perish the feelings, the consequence they carry. Or maybe worse.. it was all planned by fate.Everything seems to be okay until they meet again after so many years. An unexpected encounter uncovered the hidden consequence of them to him about which he wasn't aware of. How will he react? How will he fight now?**It's an unedited book, and the very first book I wrote. Mistakes are common. Read at your own risk.**

The Moretti Family's Thanksgiving party was in full swing downstairs—crystal clinks, fake laughs, classic mafia gloss. Meanwhile, I was curled up in a servant's room on the third floor. Jackson Moretti's wife. Legally, anyway. My hands were ice. I gripped the ultrasound report like it could anchor me. Three heartbeats. Strong, steady. It was supposed to be a surprise—his big Thanksgiving gift. To the outside world, Jackson was a polished Stanford grad, running a top-tier consulting firm in San Francisco. But behind the scenes? He ran the Moretti empire—cold, calculated, pulling strings in the West Coast's darkest corners. Three years of marriage and we barely spoke, but I still clung to the hope that maybe... maybe there was something real left. Then I heard him downstairs. "You really not letting your wife come down?" "Isabella?" He laughed. "She'd kill the vibe." Another voice chimed in. "Lina's back, right? Wild you married her twin. Which one do you actually like?" Jackson didn't miss a beat. "Isabella's just a stand-in. Quiet. Predictable. I could tell her to drop dead and she'd say 'okay.'" "So when are you ditching her?" "Dunno. She thinks she matters. I'm just playing her." I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sob. A minute later, I was heading downstairs, numb. I brushed my fingers over my belly. "Sorry, babies," I whispered. Triplets. His. He thought I was blind. Weak. Stuck. What he didn't know? A quiet woman, once she snaps—she can burn it all down.