You're Under My Skin

Her father made her marry an absolute stranger, and for six years, he abandoned her, ignoring all of her advances to make their marriage work out. Now she wants a divorce, but he refuses to let her go. "Fine. If you're not going to let me go, I'll make sure this works out for all of eternity, Mr Damon. You're mine."

My mate, Andrew Claude, is the Alpha of the Celestial Pack, the sworn rival of my father’s Venus Pack. For three years, we have hidden our bond, knowing that our union could either bring peace between the packs or ignite war. On Lunar Year's Eve, beneath the full moon’s silver glow, we stand on the castle terrace, whispering promises of our future. Tonight, we finally agree to perform our bonding ritual, sealing our fates before revealing our love to our parents. My wolf stirs in anticipation, her instincts urging me toward him. But then, Andrew leaps down into the grand fire-dance festival, his powerful wolf form shifting mid-air before landing in a flourish. The scent of burning pine and roasted venison fills the air, warriors howling in celebration. The pack’s bonfire crackles with enchanted flames, casting shadows of prowling wolves against the towering stone walls. I watch from above, heart pounding with joy—until my smile fades. In the heart of the revelry, Carol Sinclair, an Omega maid, clutches a bundle of enchanted fireworks. Andrew strides to her, a warm, easy grin on his face. With a flick of his fingers, golden flames dance from his palms, sparking the firework in her hands. "A little fire magic to help you, Carol," he chuckles. She gasps in admiration, giggling as the firework ignites—only for it to spiral out of control. It veers wildly, the enchanted embers lashing through the air. Searing pain blooms across my arm. The stench of burning flesh fills my nose. I barely react before Carol bursts into tears and flees into the crowd. Before I can speak, Andrew turns on me, his golden eyes flashing with rage. The onlookers fall silent, ears twitching to catch their Alpha’s words. “Did you bully her, Bella?” His growl rumbles deep in his chest. “Just because you’re an Alpha’s heir doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want!” The warriors glance at each other, their tails stiff with tension. I stagger back, stunned. He doesn’t even ask if I’m hurt.

Every time selected people are chosen to play ‘Halloween’s Party‘ these people are called as the ‘Players’. It is said that if you complete and clear the last game of ‘Halloween’s Party’ you will get what you desire the most. No matter the wealth, beauty, power or even immortality. But many people have tried and failed to clear the game. The most known safe way to exit the game is to clear the round of the game. If people really want to get away from the game there are two ways first is to die and another is to- [Ding! Welcome player no.35089 to ‘Halloween’s Party ‘] Then suddenly, I was selected as one of the ‘Players’ to participate in this mysterious game. But the thing is that I am certain that this is not my world, but a world of the novel more specifically a fantasy romance novel that suddenly gets turned into a horror novel.

After being forced to donate the blood from my heart to my Alpha's beloved witch, I die in the cottage that he'd built for me. Before my death, my five-year-old daughter runs to the castle in the forest to beg him thrice. The first time, she runs into the study and tells him I'm coughing up blood. My mate, Alpha Alaric sneers. "Is this one of Clara's new tricks? I can't believe she taught a child to lie!" He orders his attendant to take our daughter away. The second time, she knocks on the door cautiously and tells him I'm trembling all over. Alaric snorts contemptuously. "What's with the act? All I did was take some of her blood, not gouge her heart out. She'll heal on her own soon enough!" Once again, his attendant chases our daughter out. The third time, she kneels by the study door and weeps, saying that I'm already unconscious. She begs Alaric to save me. This time, he gets mad. He grabs her by the arm and throws her out of the castle. "I told you your mother won't die! Lie to me again, and I'll kick her out of the Wolffang Pack. She can die at the hands of those Rogues!" He breaks her arm in the process, and she clutches it. She has no choice but to pass the family heirloom—a ring—that represents her identity as the Wolffang Pack's heiress to a passing merchant. "I can give you everything valuable I have, Mr. Merchant! I don't want to be an heiress—I just want my mother to stay alive!" The merchant accepts the ring and soon brings a herbalist. However, Alaric's beloved witch, Elena has him taken away. "Sorry, but your father is worried that I'll be upset because my darling black cat is sick. He's ordered all of the herbalists in the pack to focus on treating my cat first." She snorts. "Your mother can wait."

Cora Watson held onto her husband’s promise from three years ago and did whatever she could to please him. She loved him dearly even if he, himself forgot about his promise and shattered her heart, ruthlessly. Now, she’s had enough! She would get divorced from him and would never let him or anyone trample over her ever again! *** I watched as she bent her head and kissed his lips while gyrating her hips at the same time. She seemed to be on cloud nine as she rode him faster and harder. My breath was stuck in my throat. Though I could only see his side view I couldn’t miss the shirt on his body. He was still clad in a shirt though the lower half of his body was exposed. It was a shirt I had specially picked for my husband this morning. A custom-made shirt that I had gotten for him on his last birthday and he was currently on it while being fucked by another woman.

Isla Quinn came to Southridge Hospital seeking a fresh start after the death of her brother, leaving her partner and past behind. Only to discover a world rich with hidden wonders. A feverish child begins to glow from within, while her brother speaks of fire that burns in unique ways. Isla is drawn into this extraordinary reality, which she never could have imagined existed. Kael Draven has long protected his sister’s secret, buried beneath ash and silence. But Ember is changing, shifting, with the eyes of a rival clan upon them. Isla’s presence is both unexpected and grounding; her knowing gaze offers strength and vulnerability intertwining in beautiful dance. But she’s human. She’s vulnerable. And she’s already part of the storm. As ancient powers awaken and challenges arise, Isla and Kael must forge a fragile alliance built on trust, shared grief, and the heat that flickers between them. Ember is the key. But some keys unlock more than doors—they ignite destinies.

Saddened that his medical test results were unclear, Jonas declared himself a Beta.  But, it turns out it was a fatal mistake that changed his life, when Xander, his best friend, a dominant Alpha, broke his heart on prom night. What happened that night made Jonas decide to leave Xander's life, focus on his dreams and leave all the stories of their friendship behind. Eight years later, Jonas and Xander meet again, as mates. However, the demands of being a Supreme Alpha candidate, from his parents and pack, made Xander have to say his rejection. He is required to get a Luna who can bear his child, so even though Jonas is his mate, they cannot be together because even though the Omega male exists, the relationship is difficult to reconcile and accept. Because he was hurt by what happened eight years ago, Jonas accepted the rejection, but after that, a child named Jordan appeared who called Jonas Papa. Jordan was curious because the child looked like him.  He believes that Jonas is an Omega dominant and Jordan is his flesh and blood.  That means, with Jonas he has got everything he needs. Xander's confidence makes him try to get Jonas back, even though it requires no easy effort, because the bond between them has been broken.

When Rose Shaffer's fiancé cheats on her with her sister, she dumps him and marries a male escort she meets at a bar.Her newly-wed husband looks gorgeous. But he shares the same last name as Rose's sworn enemy, Jonathan Finch."Nothing more than a coincidence!" Rose convinces herself.But at every occasion that Mr. Finch attends, her husband shows up too, without fail. His explanation to her is, "Nothing more than a coincidence!"Rose believes him. That is, until she finds out that Mr. Finch shares the same bewitching face as her husband.Rose clenches her fists and jaw as she fumes. "Is this a coincidence too?"There are rumors going around online that Jonathan Finch, the patriarch of the Finch family, is in love with a married woman.The Finches immediately make a statement to clear his name. "Rumors! Those are nothing but rumors! A member of the Finch family will never be a home-wrecker!"But the very next day, Jonathan Finch makes a public appearance with a woman. "It is not a rumor! It is true that my wife is married!"

I was halfway through a sad cafeteria lunch when a livestream popped up: [Ring toss—whoever lands it gets the dog.] Onscreen, Alverton University's rich-boy squad cracked up, betting on who'd "own" me. Adrian Locke, the student council golden boy, flicked his ring. It landed dead center on my nameplate. "One month. Let's see which owner the little bitch wags her tail for." I closed the stream. Right then, a text from my dad lit up my phone: [Sweetheart, have you chosen your fiancé candidate?] I smirked, snapped a screenshot of the stream, and sent it. [Evaluation complete. All four disqualified.]

My fiancé, Dominic, heir to the Carvalho crime family, vanished for four days. I thought a rival family had put a bullet in his head. Then I saw his ex’s Instagram story. A shot of them in bed. The caption: He still knows every inch of me. His face was hidden, but his hand wasn't. And on it, the ring I gave him, resting on her skin. That night, Dominic came home. He brought me white roses, my favorite. I asked him why. Why he'd lie. Why he'd sleep with her. He brushed it off. Just a "misunderstanding." I was done. I threw the ring in his face. Burned the wedding dress. Told him we were over. He thought I was just throwing a fit. He didn't get it. Not until he realized I was walking away for good. Then he panicked. Begged me to come back.