Wounded Bird Novelas e Histórias

She was broken. He was inevitable. Seraphine Ashton Academy Award-winning actress and America’s Sweetheart thought she’d survived the worst when she finally escaped her toxic, controlling boyfriend. But when Derek Castellan orchestrates her public humiliation at a film premiere, flaunting his new relationship in front of cameras and the world, Seraphine’s carefully rebuilt confidence shatters. Forced to attend an exclusive charity gala just days later, the last thing she expects is an encounter with a mysterious stranger on a shadowed terrace. He’s intensely private, dangerously perceptive, and sees past her celebrity facade to the wounded woman beneath. For fifteen minutes, Seraphine feels truly seen for the first time in years. What she doesn’t know is that the stranger is Damien Hale the world’s richest and most powerful man, a ghost in the business world who controls empires from the shadows and never, reveals himself to the public. And in those fifteen minutes, Damien makes a decision that will change both their lives forever: Seraphine Ashton is his to protect. He doesn’t ask for her permission to destroy her enemies. He doesn’t seek her approval to clear obstacles from her path. He simply declares with absolute certainty that she belongs to him and he’s willing to wait for her to realize the same truth he knew from the moment he saw her. Now Seraphine must navigate a world where the most powerful man has decided she’s his, where protection feels like possession, where surrender might feel like redemption. Damien Hale doesn’t do relationships. He doesn’t compromise. He doesn’t fail. But for Seraphine, he’ll learn. Because when a man who controls everything meets the one woman he can’t control, the only question is: who will surrender first?

"Do you feel it coming alive?" he whispered. His hand holding mine on his bulge. "If anyone sees us—" I stuttered. We weren’t alone in the house. "If you agree to be my good little stepsister—they’ll treat you with respect too." His dark eyes held a wicked amusement that sent a shiver down my spine. "I know you had a crush on me." "I—I didn’t know you were my stepbrother," I tried to explain, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips. That touch! That gentle press of dominance. It was dangerous. It was temptation itself. "Then no one has to know our dirty little secret." His voice was a trap, laced with seduction. "Be my stepsister by day… and my whore by night." I had thought I was inching toward freedom. That escape was just within reach. But the noose had been tightening all along. And this time, it wasn’t fate or circumstance pulling it tight. It was the hands of my own stepbrothers. .. Lavender wanted a normal life—one where she was respected for who she was, not judged for being born from rape. But everything changed when she helped a wounded stranger– and unknowingly walked into the world of the mafia. She thought she could escape the ruthless mafia boss she saved—until she found herself in his mansion, introduced as his stepsister. When her mother made her meet her new family, Lavender’s world shattered. How could she tell her mother that her soon-to-be stepbrothers were mafia bosses, who saw her as nothing more than a pawn? Lavender is left with two choices: fight back or submit to her stepbrothers' control. But can she escape the grip of the mafia? But how can one ever escape the mafia?

Mya Smith thought she had secured her place in a life of luxury when she married billionaire CEO Damon Smith. Instead, she was met with neglect, disdain from his relatives, and a marriage that existed only in name. When Damon brazenly brought his first love, glamorous socialite Sloane Monroe, into their home, Mya finally snapped. She walked into his office, slammed the divorce agreement onto his desk, and left his sneer of “You’ll regret this” behind her. Alone and humiliated, Mya’s world seemed to collapse—until four powerful men appeared: Alexander, Adrian, Cameron, and Casey Cross. To her shock, they revealed she was not an abandoned wife, but their long-lost sister and rightful heiress of the Cross family empire. With Alexander’s wealth, Adrian’s legal brilliance, Cameron’s fame, and Casey’s fierce loyalty, Mya was reborn as Mya Cross, and the world took notice. But Damon would not let her go so easily. Fueled by obsession and wounded pride, he launched a scandal to ruin her—fabricated affairs, forged evidence, and whispered lies meant to destroy her image. Yet his scheme backfired spectacularly. On live television, her brothers dismantled the lies and exposed Damon’s affair with Sloane. Overnight, Damon lost his family, his investors, and his reputation. Now hailed as a wronged but dignified heroine, Mya shines brighter than ever, her name synonymous with power and grace. And when Damon returns, broken and begging for another chance, her brothers deliver the final, cutting verdict: You will never be near our sister again.. The Cross Family is a tale of betrayal, rebirth, and revenge—where one woman learns that losing everything was only the beginning of finding her true self.

"Sorry, it was a dare", that's what I utter after the passionate kiss. I can still feel the familiar taste of that familiar mouth. He still feels the same, he still kisses me like there's no end, he's still passionate and possessive when he holds me in his arms. But he still doesn't look the same. A devilish smirk appears across his fierce face, his eyes darkening at me, making my breath catch. I'm still obsessed with the way he looks at me. "No, Emily. Not again", I tell myself and turn back, escaping the man who knows each bit of my soul, heart and body. The tough palm wraps around my arm harshly, pulling me back against his hard chest as he possessively secures me in his arms. I knew it was going to go well. "Let me go", I whisper. "Not after you reminded how you taste, Em", his hoarse whisper lets his warm breath brush across my neck as I shiver in his grip, weakening to my knees. Amid all similarities, I can't find the old chirpy— vibrant man anymore, instead, I feel the familiar man turning into a demon who wants nothing but to consume me again. This time not in love, but . ~~~~ Kane Gabriel was a kind and vibrant man with excessively features and a heart of gold until his girlfriend Emily Benson betrayed him. Years later Emily herself walked into him only to complete a dare but she didn't know what she invited for herself— a wounded lion who now knew nothing but breaking. With a vow to taint her with pain, will Kane achieve his motives or end up losing his heart once again? Or will a new truth break him from the core?

Everyone believes Isabella Hart, the youngest daughter of the Alpha, is the weakest she-wolf alive. What they don’t know? A rare white wolf stirs inside her—ancient, powerful, and chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. When an alliance is formed with a rival pack, Isabella is traded like a peace offering, sacrificed to the Blood Moon Pack’s Alpha, Killian Nightbane. They say the Blood Moon Pack are bloodthirsty monsters—merciless and savage. And their Alpha, Killian Nightbane, is the most ruthless of them all. A beast feared across the realm. But there’s another secret… The Blood Moon Pack is cursed. No member has ever found their true mate. Five years ago, Maya saved Killian in the dark forest after his enemies left him for dead. He never saw his savior’s face, but he woke to Maya by his side. She claimed she had saved him, though her healing powers mysteriously vanished afterward. Indebted, Killian promised to make her his Luna. But Isabella shares the same memory: saving a wounded man in that very forest five years ago—a man whose face she can no longer remember. Forced into a marriage with Isabella, Killian vows to destroy her. He hates her for the position she has put him in and swears to make her existence unbearable. Yet every time he touches her, something ignites. A spark too dangerous to ignore.A pull too raw to deny. And as Isabella steps into Blood Moon territory, the impossible begins to happen. Borders fall to rogues. The curse begins to stir. The entire pack shifts around her presence. Now Killian stands torn between hate and desire, duty and instinct. As Alpha, he must protect his Luna. But as a man drowning in resentment… part of him wants to let her burn.

“Tell me you don’t feel this,” he said softly, his mouth brushing the curve of her ear. Heidi’s breath caught, but her voice stayed steady. “I feel it.” “Then why do you keep fighting me?” “Because I won’t kneel just because my body reacts to you.” His fingers slid from her wrist to her waist, slow and deliberate. “It’s not just your body.” Her pulse jumped when his thumb traced the bare skin where her bracelet used to rest. “Careful, Alpha.” His gaze darkened. “You’re the one who should be careful, Luna.” On her nineteenth birthday, Heidi Artemis stands before her pack prepared for rejection, not desire. Unable to shift and treated like a servant her entire life, she watches her fated mate claim another woman without shedding a single tear. She refuses to beg. Then Kurt Fenris returns from the grave and rips the pack’s future apart. Ruthless and commanding, Kurt takes the Alpha title by force and reduces his enemies to nothing. Heidi is the only one who dares to challenge him, and the tension between them is immediate and electric. When her jade bracelet shatters beneath his grip, their mate bond ignites, fierce and undeniable. He claims her as Luna before the entire pack. Inside the Alpha estate, their connection deepens with every heated argument and every lingering touch. As Heidi cares for his wounded son and confronts those who abused her, ancient magic awakens in her blood. Powerful enemies close in, hunting the divine force stirring inside her. War spreads across territories, vampires rise from the shadows, and a monster plots to claim her heart. They once called her weak. Now the world will learn what happens when a celestial Luna rises.

Book one of the Alpha Queen Series Laura Ravenwood was once a warrior. But then she chose love over power, laying down her blade to become Luna of the Silver Moon Pack. She stood beside Alpha Kieran, not because she was weak, but because she believed in their bond. Until he humiliated her by publicly claiming an Omega concubine and daring to call her barren. Feeling betrayed, she rejected him. She broke the bond and walked away. Now hunted and wounded, she is found by Alpha Lucian Blackwood of the ruthless Bloodfang Pack. But what begins as captivity turns into something deeper—because Laura is no ordinary Luna. Marked by the Primordial Mate Bond, she is destined to connect with four powerful Alphas, each driven by desire, power, and obsession. Lucian, the iron-fisted warlord who can’t stop unraveling in her presence. Dante, the wild-born warrior who would raze kingdoms just to touch her. Nikolai, the rogue with blood on his hands and secrets on his lips. Zephyr, the cursed tactician who only feels sane when she’s near. But her past is not done with her. Her former mate returns—corrupted by dark rituals. What began as a betrayal now threatens the survival of every pack. And the only one who can stop it is the woman they all underestimated. --- “You want fire?” Dante whispered, pressing her back against the tent wall, his breath scorching her neck. His hands gripped her hips, dragging her against his aching d*ck. “Then take it,” she snapped, digging her nails into his shoulders. “Stop treating me like I’ll break.” --- Content Warning: This novel contains mature themes, graphic intimacy, emotional manipulation, dark romance, and supernatural violence. Suitable for 18+ readers only. Expect obsessive Alphas, unapologetic power shifts, and a heroine who chooses fire over forgiveness.

THIS BOOK IS RATED 18 AND HAS A LOT OF ADULT CONTENT Blurb~ "Get off me!" Tessa gasped, struggling beneath Vernon's broad frame. His dark eyes gleamed with something unreadable—a hunger, a craving. When he didn’t move, panic surged through her, and she screamed. His hand shot out, wrapping around her throat, his grip unyielding. A breathless gasp tore from her lips. "You can't run from me, Peach." His voice was silk and steel, lethal in its promise. "I own you." — Tessa had lost everything—her home, her wealth, her love. The man she once adored, Tamlin, had not only betrayed her but stripped her of everything she owned, tossing her aside like she meant nothing. She was Heartbroken, Weak and Shattered. But things were only going to get worse. Tamlin didn’t just ruin her—he sold her. As collateral to pay his debt. Now, she belonged to the devil himself—Vernon Carter. Cold. Dominant and Cruel. A man who didn’t know the meaning of mercy. But behind this cold facade is man who is wounded by heartbreak and swore never to give his heart out again. He thought he could break her, use her but he was wrong. Tessa shut the door to her heart and now it only wanted vengeance. She wanted Tamlin to suffer. And to do that, she needed power. Wealth. Someone more ruthless than Tamlin ever was. Vernon was the perfect pawn. She made up her mind. She would seduce him. Make him crave her. Make him hers on the terms that she would never fall for him but fate had other plans. What happens when Vernon discovers her true intentions, that he was just a pawn in her twisted games—and the game of love and revenge spirals into something far more dangerous?

When Elowen learned that she had been switched at birth, that her life as a princess was nothing more than a mistake, she quietly accepted her fate. She accepted being treated as an error. Accepted being hurt so deeply that even crying had to be done in secret. She believed she would fade away like this — silently, unnoticed, forgotten. Until one day — when despair pushed her to the edge — she felt a faint chill, as if someone were standing behind her, protecting her without a word. From that moment on, Elowen knew she was no longer alone. — Adrian survived a horrific car accident. His body lay motionless in a hospital bed, while his soul became bound to a wounded girl he had never known. He couldn’t hold her. Couldn’t shield her from harm. Yet when she was starved, warm food appeared in her drawer. When she was bullied, her tormentors met with inexplicable accidents. When she curled up crying in the dead of night, an invisible hand gently rested on her forehead—so tender it hurt. Adrian was there. Quieter than any living person. He witnessed every wound, remembered every tear, every trembling breath she tried to suppress. Affection grew in silence—slowly, carefully—as if one careless step closer would cause the girl to shatter. One was alive, yet denied a life. One was dead, yet still learning how to protect someone. Some forms of protection need no light. Some kinds of love cannot be touched. — Then one day, Elowen spoke seriously to her “Ms. Ghost”: Elowen: “Ms. Ghost, if you’re lonely…” “Maybe you could bond with a male ghost.” “I’d give you my blessing.” Adrian: … Then the “Ms. Ghost” coldly placed a hand on her forehead. Adrian: “Call me Mr. Ghost.”

The day I found out I was pregnant with twins, I saw my mate, Alpha Viggo, bringing another she-wolf to her prenatal check-up. I froze on the spot, the pregnancy report crumpling in my fist. That night, he looked at me with ice in his eyes. The same man who once kissed every inch of my body. The same man who swore he was mine and mine alone. “She’s carrying my pup. Her wolf is unstable. You will brew her calming tonics. Every single day.” “She's sensitive. She can't sleep without my scent. So move your things to the west wing. Make room for her.” The huge villa fell deathly silent. My wolf howled—a sharp, wounded cry. Pain from our mate bond ripped through my soul. But I didn't shed a single tear. I just calmly grabbed the suitcase I’d already packed and walked toward the door. The guards tried to stop me, but Viggo didn’t even glance up. “She’ll be back,” he said, swirling the wine in his glass, his Alpha arrogance on full display. “Three days. That’s all she’ll last. Her wolf will drive her mad without my touch. She’ll come crawling back, begging.” The pack members and allies who had come for our ceremony erupted in laughter. A few of them even made a bet right in front of me, wagering a million-dollar aurora ore mine. They bet I’d be torn apart by the fear of going rogue and be on my knees by midnight, begging Viggo to let me back in. But they had no idea. My birth father had already secretly sent our family token. My pack was already waiting. This time, I would shatter our bond for good.