It all started with two paper Christmas angels and the Company's Christmas tree... These were Siel Camden's only hope for her three-year-old twins to have a happy holiday. But when all her dreams fall apart because of a dreadful boss and an abusive ex-husband, someone else finds those paper angels and makes her children's wishes come true. But is she ready to find out Vincent Riegel's real reasons for fulfilling her kids' Christmas wishes?
"Will there be anything else, Sir?"
"No, Myron. Please lock the door on your way out."
"Of course, Sir, and goodnight."
"Goodnight, Myron. Don't forget to bring Raquel over. It is that time of year."
"Yes, Sir, and thank you. See you tomorrow."
Vince nodded at his still smiling personal assistant while thinking about the other things that are left to be done on their daily to-do list. He knew Myron was completely capable of fulfilling all the duties and responsibilities that were expected of him, but he knew that the man was already performing almost like a butler, and that was unfair, to be honest.
After all, he was a loyal member of the pack and married, to boot. There were more things for him to take care of than just typing up letters, making appointments, and filing documents.
I really should look for additional help. Probably my own secretary...
He has heard the jokes made about him before by fellow businessmen. Whenever they had the time to meet up in conventions or special events, he could only laugh along with his business partners and contacts when talking about secretaries.
"Aw, poor V! Still without a secretary, huh? You will probably never find one who won't find herself jumping you and even forcing you to marry her, eventually. Being rich and single... yeah, that's a lethal combination!"
Yep, that has happened. Good thing V knew how to get out of those situations easily...
And it's normally the woman who backed out the minute she found out what he truly was.
But yes, it can get kinda lonely since he just didn't need sex or any woman for a wife...
He needed a mate.
"You still can't find THE woman, Roth? Or are you just holding out on me and being idealistic?"
The deep voice inside his head huffed in mock amusement. Roth has heard a lot of jokes like this from him enough to be entertained instead of being insulted.
Do you want me to remind you of how finding a mate works, V? Or should I just give you a mental recording with the right amount of sarcasm?
"Well, bah humbug to you too, Roth. I just can't believe this is the 32nd Christmas that we won't be having anyone celebrating the holidays. Was hoping you've already made up your mind by now."
When I find her scent, you will be the first to know. Meanwhile, it's bah humbug to you too, Vince. So are you going to continue working as you usually do, or go home and rest, which I know you dislike at this time of year?
V whipped his classy leather executive chair around so he could see the full view of the city's nightlife from the one-way glass wall behind him. It truly was a magnificent sight to see, especially since he was in one of the highest buildings for miles around.
Unfortunately, he suddenly felt the loneliness of having no one to share this beautiful sight with. He sighed before answering the voice in his head...
"I'll work for a few more hours. Then I'll probably go straight to bed."
No dinner?
"Not hungry."
Suit yourself. I will hunt for something if you insist on doing this to us continually.
"Be my guest."
Well, I have to make sure we're still alive when we finally meet her.
"To be honest, I'm already desperate enough to write that wish down on one of our Christmas Angels and hang it on the company Christmas tree."
Roth's laughter was full of mirth, I'd like to see you try.
"Is that a challenge, wolf?"
"Yes, it is."
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?