Novel & Cerita Çarpık

“Maybe we should get a divorce. Name your prize and leave.” Dylan said and I hiccuped immediately. My heart beat increased rapidly. Just then, my phone buzzed and I knew why he wanted a divorce. My sister was back. Even after three years of dedication and loving him, it turned out Dylan never got over Lexa. He was quick to rush to her as soon as she arrived in the city. Tears welled up in my eyes realising I was nothing but a space holder for my sister. Fine, I would leave. But the next time you see me, I won't be the same. Goodbye forever, I’ll forget we ever met.

"If I can cheat, so can you. It’s an open marriage, babe. Get used to it." Those were the words my husband spat at me after I caught him with his third assistant this year. So, I took his advice. He thought he could break me. After ten years of his "open marriage" demands and revolving door of mistresses, I decided to play his game. So, I bought a man. A cold, nameless call boy to help me settle the score. I left $5,000 on the nightstand and slipped away before dawn, finally feeling even. Until I missed my period. Two hours after that, my husband dragged me to his firm's annual gala to meet the new CEO; the man who holds my husband's entire career in his hands. My heart stopped. Standing there in a $10,000 suit, looking like a lethal god, was my "call boy." Julian Vane isn't a sex worker. He’s the most powerful man in the state, my husband’s biggest rival, and... he’s the father of my baby.

Ezran Williamson never asked for a new family, especially not one that comes with a stepbrother he can’t stand. At twenty-one, Ezran is sharp-tongued, rebellious, and determined to graduate and build a future in programming on his own terms. But when his mother remarries a powerful businessman, his carefully controlled life collides with Lucian Banks, his cold, dominant, and dangerously untouchable stepbrother. Successful, older, and infuriatingly composed, Lucian is everything Ezran hates. Slowly, hatred turns into tension, tension becomes chemistry, and chemistry ignites something neither of them is prepared to face. What begins as resistance slowly unravels into a forbidden obsession, one that defies family, morality, and control. As secrets surface and pressure mounts, Ezran and Lucian are forced to choose between duty and desire, legacy and love, because some feelings don’t fade and some obsessions are worth every consequence.

I waited eight years. The day I was supposed to become Luna, my fated mate, Alpha Cayden, rejected me in front of the entire pack. Because I was barren. He severed our mate bond and kissed my omega assistant, Lilith. Turns out, they had already mated. The bitch was pregnant with his child. Rage consumed me. I was ready to leave it all behind, but his mother threw me in a silver cell. He planned to strip me of my wolf and my gift—and give my powers to his new Luna, Lilith. Broken, I fled, only to be attacked by rogues and left for dead in a pool of my own blood. When I woke again, I was in a strange place. My memory was wiped clean. Alpha Rhys of the Shadowcrest Pack was by my side, promising to take care of me. And me, the barren wolf, I was pregnant… But I can no longer remember who the child's father was.

"Yes, I am," he said. "You are my mate. You are mine, Alicia." Lord Cage looked at Alicia and then at Lord Loc. He realized what was happening; he realized what they meant. "He's the prophecy," he said, in a low and angry voice. "He's my mate.”

Yo era una chica de los suburbios que se enamoró de Damon Vitale, el padrino más temido de Nueva York. Durante cinco años, fui suya. Recibí nueve balas por él. Él besaba mis cicatrices mientras yo me desangraba por su causa. Me estrechaba contra él. Abrochaba el collar de la reina alrededor de mi garganta. Luego, una vez que sanaba, me poseía sin sentido, con una pasión que se sentía eterna. Pensé que pasaríamos nuestras vidas juntos. Pensé que se casaría conmigo. Pero en nuestra noche número 999 juntos, me dijo que estaba comprometido. Con Bianca, una princesa de la mafia de una familia rival. Me tragué mis lágrimas. Él simplemente me tomó de la barbilla, me sopló el humo en la cara y se rió. —Realmente no pensaste que podrías casarte conmigo, ¿verdad, Nora? Seamos claros. Nosotros tenemos sexo. Eso es todo. No eres una socia. Eres una pieza de arte que colecciono. Una mascota de mi propiedad. Una mascota. Eso es todo lo que él siempre quiso que yo fuera. En lugar de eso, tomé un teléfono desechable. [Acepto su oferta. Tres días. Sáquenme de este maldito Nueva York.]

One day Valeriana's grandma falls sick all of a sudden, she understands that she won't be able to survive for long. Her time has come. She then recalls the promise she made to her best friend Avalia. Though Avalia is no more here, she has to fulfill the promise no matter what happens. According to the promise she fianalizes her granddaughter's wedding with Avalia's grandson. And Valeriana wasn't at all ready for this. Because Valeriana doesn't like that person

The day my fated mate, Blake, held his mating ceremony with the pack’s true princess, Morgana, I almost did it. I almost chugged a vial of rage serum, stormed the altar, and tore them both to shreds. A murder-suicide. A fitting end. But as my hand trembled around the vial, my phone rang. It was the doctor from the Alliance Medical Center. "Ma'am, you're pregnant..." The vial slipped from my fingers. I froze. Half an hour later, cheers erupted from the pack's Moonlight Altar. And just like that, I, the fake princess of the Crescent Moon pack, vanished from Silvercrest City. Just as everyone wanted. I fled a thousand miles to the Southern Alliance. I survived a rogue wolf riot and gave birth to my daughter. My own blood. My old life was completely gone. But four years later, they started showing up again, one by one. “Cora, we’ve been looking for you for years. You’re alive? Why didn’t you come home?”

Nasci sem loba interior. Na academia, Arabella transformou minha vida em um inferno por causa disso. Quando finalmente me formei, minha loba despertou, concedendo-me um poderoso dom de cura. Achei que o pesadelo tivesse acabado. Então conheci meu companheiro destinado, o Alfa Tristan. Ele era poderoso, lindo e prometeu me dar o mundo. Mas no dia em que fui contar a Tristan que estava grávida, descobri uma verdade devastadora. Nunca foi Tristan quem esteve na minha cama. Era o irmão gêmeo dele, Ronan. O Alfa renegado que abandonou a alcateia anos atrás para viver entre humanos. Ele usou um imitador de cheiro para se infiltrar na minha cama e me engravidar. Tudo fazia parte de um plano doentio para me humilhar no meu grande dia. Eles queriam vingança por Arabella que mentiu dizendo que eu a havia intimidado. Queriam me destruir. Invadi o escritório para confrontá-los. Disse que exporia tudo e exigiria um pedido de desculpas. Em vez disso, me aprisionaram. Realizaram um ritual sombrio, drenando minha loba e transferindo-a para Arabella. Sugaram minha força vital e assassinaram meu filhote ainda não nascido. Morri em agonia. Então abri os olhos. Eu estava de volta ao dia em que descobri que estava grávida. Segurei minha barriga, uma única lágrima escorrendo pelo meu rosto. Aqueles desgraçados iam pagar caro por tudo o que fizeram.

Ich hatte mein ganzes Leben im Schatten meiner Schwester Juliana verbracht, jener Frau, die im Erbenkreis der Mafia von allen geliebt, bewundert und beschützt wurde. Sie wusste nicht, dass ich wiedergeboren war. Genau wie in meinem früheren Leben lächelte sie sanft und süß und bestand darauf, dass ich meinen Verlobten zuerst auswählte. Nach außen gab sie sich rücksichtsvoll und großzügig. Doch dieses Mal lehnte ich ab. In meinem früheren Leben hatte ich naiv geglaubt, sie meine es gut mit mir. Ich heiratete den Mann, den sie mir empfahl: Chester Kane, einen Erben, von dem es hieß, er sei nach einem Hinterhalt gelähmt worden. Ich verzichtete auf mein Erbrecht und wurde seine Pflegerin, seine Stütze und sein Mittel gegen die Einsamkeit. Doch egal, wie viel Wärme ich ihm gab, sein Herz blieb kalt. Die Wahrheit kam erst bei der Feier zur Schwangerschaft meiner Schwester ans Licht. Als ein Attentäter aus einer rivalisierenden Familie seine Waffe auf ihren Bauch richtete, stand der Mann, der jahrelang nicht hatte gehen können, plötzlich auf. Er stieß mich vor den Lauf der Pistole. Sieben Kugeln rissen meinen Unterleib auf. Während ich zu Boden sank, sah ich, wie er meine Schwester an sich zog, sie mit seinem eigenen Körper schützte und den letzten Schuss für sie abfing. Erst da verstand ich alles. Er war nie gelähmt gewesen. Seine Familie hatte ihn niemals aufgegeben. Er hatte seine Krankheit nur vorgetäuscht, weil Julianas Herz einem anderen Mann gehörte und er sich nicht an mich binden wollte. „Es tut mir leid, Tania“, sagte er. „Ich habe dich belogen. Aber ich konnte nicht zulassen, dass Juliana das Erbenkind verliert, das sie in sich trägt. Was ich dir schulde, bezahle ich im nächsten Leben zurück.“ Als ich die Augen wieder öffnete, war ich zurück an dem Tag, an dem mein Vater uns aufforderte, unsere zukünftigen Ehepartner zu wählen. Dieses Mal wählte ich niemanden. Nun aber waren sie es, die um meine Liebe flehten.