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To cheer up their depressed adopted daughter, Ashley Reid, my parents don't dare to treat me nicely. They've even locked me in a pitch-black room more than 700 times, just to put a smile on her face. At first, they feel guilty toward me. But eventually, even my older brother, Liam Reid, who used to care for me the most, treats it like it's all perfectly reasonable. When Ashley's depression finally starts to ease, I work up the courage to kneel and beg them to seal off that room for good. But at her birthday party, simply because I'm wearing the only T-shirt I own, she starts tearing up and asks my parents if I don't like her. My parents and Liam rush to comfort her and, yet again, lock me away in that dark, endless room. "Summer, you're her elder sister. You have to be more considerate of her feelings." "If you hadn't insisted on wearing something so tacky for her birthday party, she wouldn't have gotten so upset." "You've gotten used to it after all these years, right? One more time won't matter to you." I curl up in the corner, gripping my hair, unable to say a word. Three days later, they finally let me out. They remind me not to upset Ashley again. But I just stare at them blankly. "Sorry, who are you?"

Mason Grady has it all. At 21-years-old, he is popular, handsome, and when he graduates from the Star Academy, a werewolf college based in New Hampshire, he will be the Alpha of a large pack. Asha Martin has lost everything. When she was seven, she watched her mother, a rogue werewolf, get killed by a mysterious creature in the New England forests. Now, at 19-years-old, she lives in London, with her aunt, and has no ties to the place where she was born. Until a letter from her deceased mother arrives. This mysterious letter steers Asha to the Star Academy, and that is where she meets the enigmatic and charismatic Mason Grady, who is convinced that he has met Asha before. Mason and Asha grow closer and closer as Asha tries to unravel the secrets of her mother’s death, while Mason tries to figure out what Asha means to him, and why she’s so important to him. As Asha digs deeper into her own past, and her mother’s past, she’ll learn that her past and future is deeply intertwined with that of the Star Academy and Mason’s pack. Danger lurks around every corner as Asha’s investigations uncover the truth of the past, and Mason is determined to protect Asha from whatever comes out of the dark, even if he has to protect her from his own pack. What will Asha do when she learns the real truth behind her mother’s death? And will Mason still become Alpha after they uncover the truth? And how will the two young lovers handle it when the ultimate danger comes at them, searching for blood?

"I know your reputation quite well, Mr. Storm. You're cold, calculating, and a merciless man. Everyone fears you. Well, everyone except me." I tilt my head, intrigued at her answer. At the defiance brimming in the depths of her hazel eyes. "You're almost correct, Ms. Han. Everyone fears me, including you, even if you say otherwise." She bit down on her bottom lips, eyes trained on mine, but her fingers were shaking. I take a step forward. Then another. And another, until I have her backed up against a wall, her head shifted to the side, giving me a good view of her spotless, delicate neck. "W-what are you doing?" "Punishing you." "You're sick." "Wait till I'm done, mio cara. I'm sure that review will change for the worst." — Twenty-two-year-old Reneigh Han has been working for the Storm Enterprises since she got out of grad school. She cherishes her position, but when fate backs her into a corner and forces her to steal from the enterprises, she tries to take the secret to the grave. Elijah Storm is as ruthless as they come. A much feared Mafia Don and leader of the Storm Mafia. No one steals from him and goes scot free. When he finds out Reneigh's secret, he's determined to give her a second chance to prove her loyalty to him. Reneigh would be his for six months. A devious arrangement, yes, but Elijah Storm always gets what he wants. And he wants Reneigh. As his.

Ean's face twisted with anger as he grabbed me by the arm, dragging me toward the old, rusted freezer in the corner of the warehouse. "You're going to feel what Helen felt," he spat. "Maybe that'll teach you not to mess with her." I struggled against him, panic rising in my chest. "Ean, this is insane! It was an accident! Let me explain—" He wasn’t listening. He shoved me inside the freezing metal box and slammed the door shut. The echo of the lock clicking into place made my heart pound in my ears. I banged on the door with my fists. "Ean, please! You can’t do this!" I screamed, but the sound of his footsteps grew fainter as he walked away. He left me with nothing but a single bowl of water, like I was some kind of prisoner. I slumped against the cold metal, shivering. The temperature plummeted almost instantly. The hum of the freezer kicked in, and I realized too late—it wasn’t broken like he thought. It was working, and I was trapped. My body shook uncontrollably as the cold seeped into my bones. I screamed for help until my throat was raw, clawing at the walls in desperation. My bloody handprints smeared across the icy surface, a silent plea for mercy that no one would hear. Seven days passed. When Ean finally returned, the look on his face was one of smug satisfaction. He had expected me to beg, to apologize. But when they pried open the freezer, all they found was my frozen body, stiff and silent, my suffering long over.

'God, I'm late again!' Jane thought as she hurried through the streets. 'Mr. Smith is going to be so mad!' She decided to take a shortcut through some back alleys that she would normally rather avoid. Suddenly, she heard a series of whimpers, thumps, and yelps coming from another alley nearby. It sounded like a dog in pain, being beaten by something heavy 'Maybe if I make a noise, whatever is attacking that dog will get scared and run.' She stopped. She had just peaked her head around the corner and saw not one but two . . . men? . . . standing at the other end of a dead-end alley and overlooking a very large, furry pile of animals that seemed to be twitching. Normally, Jane would have been filled with terror at that moment, but terror was normally reserved for those with something to lose. There was a part of Jane, however, that still clung to the charade that was her life. Her hands began to tremble and her lungs released a scarcely audible gasp. Then the two standing figures turned and faced the end of the alley where Jane was hiding. "I'm going to call the police!" she shouted, lacking anything better to say. One of the figures shook his head and smiled. All his teeth seemed to be far too pointy. "That would be a very . . . terrible . . . mistake," he hissed, his words escaping his mouth like dead air from a pharaoh's tomb. And then both of them headed towards her at an inhuman pace. "No," one of them rasped. "Finish it. I'll get the girl." The other one stopped and snarled some kind of response.

In a world where shadows whisper and danger lurks at every corner, a young she-wolf awakens with no memory of her past and no understanding of the fear she inspires in others. As she navigates the perilous underworld of packs and unwanted rogues, she must learn to survive amidst hidden agendas and volatile alliances. Her uncanny resemblance to Adis's deceased girlfriend, Amber, could ignite a war that threatens not just her life, but the fragile balance of power among the city's packs. Desperate to hide her true identity, Adis renames her Amber, thrusting her into a tangled web of loyalty and betrayal. Now, the new Amber must decipher friend from foe, see through the layers of deception, and grapple with whether Adis's haunted past holds any significance for her future. When Adis enlists another Alpha, Tjeck, to train Amber, Tjeck finds himself ensnared in a drama that spirals far beyond his intentions. Torn between duty and desire, Tjeck's loyalty to Adis is tested as he develops feelings for Amber, complicating matters further when he begins a clandestine relationship with Kattie, who is already entangled with Clay, Adis's formidable beta. As tensions rise, will Adis's evil brother, Zombie, unleash the war he's threatening? And what is the magnetic pull Amber feels toward Thorn, a member of the 'Stars' pack, who views she-wolves as inferior? In a gripping tale of survival and self-discovery, alliances will be forged, hearts will be broken, and the fight for identity will reveal what it truly means to be a she-wolf in a world that has forgotten how to trust.

“Be a good girl for me and come fucking closer.” Alfred’s voice was husky, and angry. It made me dizzy with sinful lust. I gulped as I obediently closed the distance between us. He inched even closer and I felt my breath hitch when his hands found my thighs and I was hosteled up, back plastered against a wall in an instant. “Who am I?” “My- my husband.” I whispered, mouth quivering. His fingers tangled in my hair, a kiss against my arched throat. “That’s right. You belong to me, and not my fucking idiotic brother. I own everything– your body, your heart and your soul. They’re all mine.” ~~~~ Bella had her life mapped out. Go to med school, graduate, make enough money to get her father and brother a better life, and fall in love. Her plans were destroyed when she found out she had been promised to a Mafia Don as a collateral for a debt. Alfred Winston was someone no sane person wanted to mess with– he was ruthless, filthily rich and very powerful; he wields authority like second nature. How is life as the wife of a Mafia’s Don going to be for Bella? It sure as hell won’t be a bump free ride when Alfred’s younger brother– Damien, was smoking hot and hell bent on heating Bella’s curvy body up with that smoke, and let’s not forget the amount of dangers lurking at every damn corner, ready to consume Bella at the slightest opportunity.

"You found me as a kid. Now let my adult self grow old with you..." --------------------------------------------- "We'll marry as soon as we meet again." "Pwomise?" The little girl held out her pinky finger. The boy entwined his own pinky finger with hers and kissed her lips shyly. "Promise." -------------------------------------------- Two successful people with their equally giant egos... Will they be able to keep their pride aside and fulfill the promises they had made to each other? Or will their promises be burnt by their blazing pride? 26 year old Evelyn White is what you would call a perfect 10. Beautiful, confident, successful and with a mysterious air surrounding her, she is the one most would kill for. Despite her young age, she is the CEO of a famous multimillionaire company built all by herself. Everyone is intrigued by her but no one has been able to get close enough to unravel her mystery. Until he came along. Meet Adrian Stone. The youngest billionaire. The most eligible bachelor. He is cold and ruthless to the world but has a soft corner for the beautiful Ms. White. He is content with admiring her from afar until fate brings them together as business partners. Now that he's back, he's intent on fulfilling the promise he made to her long time ago and make her do the same. Both of them being equally powerful magnets, watch as their hearts get attached and prides get clashed. Which one would win? ________________________________ Credits for all the pictures including the cover goes to its rightful owner.

I wheel myself into the birthday celebration that Wales Price has thrown for me. The atmosphere is originally lively, but a brief silence descends when everyone sees me. The guests are there for different purposes, but celebrating my birthday is not one of them. "Is that Mr. Price's crippled fiancée, Joey Hertza?" "Yeah, but the one he really loves is Anna Giovanni. I saw them kissing in a corner earlier." They use their wine glasses to block their mouths as they speak loudly. They think I'm still the crippled deaf I used to be. They don't know that I regained my hearing last week. I can hear every mocking comment they make. Meanwhile, Wales stands there and allows it to happen. He doesn't stop the guests from talking about me. He seems to have forgotten that I only ended up like this while protecting him. I shoved him away when the accident happened and got trapped underneath the car myself. When I was rescued, Wales swore to stay with me and care for me for life. It's only been three short years since then, but he's already changed. I receive a message on my phone. "Ms. Hertza, the lifelike corpse that you've ordered is now complete. Reply to this message with your confirmation, and your death-faking service will be immediately effective. We will send the corpse to your and Mr. Price's wedding in five days." I don't even hesitate as I reply with my confirmation. Enjoy your wedding, Wales.

Eight years into our bond, I spotted a child at the kindergarten who looked uncannily like Malcolm—my mate. Malcolm had told me he was away on a business trip. However then he was holding that child in his arms, gently coaxing him. "Be good, sweetheart. In a few days, I'll bring you and your mom home. You're my only child. I'll never abandon you." The child smiled, content and trusting. I stood hidden around the corner, unable to breathe from the pain gripping my chest. Eight years ago, I had taken a silver blade to the stomach to save Malcolm. I lost my wolf that day—and with it, the ability to ever carry a pup. Back then, Malcolm had sat beside my hospital bed and made a promise: "You are the only mate I will ever choose. Whether or not we have a pup doesn't change that." However, what I saw now felt like a brutal slap—a reality too sharp to ignore. What value would Luna have if she'd lost her wolf and could no longer bear heirs? How could I possibly compare to someone who could give him a child, and the pack, a future? Choking back the pain swelling in my chest, I picked up the phone and called my father. "Dad… would you still want a daughter who's lost her wolf?" His voice came through, steady and sure. "Of course. No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you."