In the moonlit realm where love and lycanthropy entwine, a reluctant werewolf finds herself thrust into an arranged marriage. Uniting two ancient packs for the sake of peace, she grapples with her inner wolf and the enigmatic alpha chosen for her. As the full moon approaches, their connection deepens, transcending the boundaries of duty. Through challenges and transformations, the arranged union blooms into an unexpected love story, proving that sometimes the heart howls for its own happily ever after.
Sheila stared at her father in shock, the tasty steak she had been chewing moments ago no longer tasted like steak-it was bland instead, like sawdust.
For a while, she contemplated spitting on the dinning table, but she decided against it last minute because she was sure it would only worsen the situation at hand.
Her father sat quietly, unmoving, his face not showing any emotion as always. His face had showed no emotion eight years ago when his wife had died in his arms, the red of her blood all over his hands.
"What do you mean, papa?"
Sheila attacked cautiously at first, her voice almost on the edge, trying to flick the vivid image of her dead mother in her father's arms that haunted her on a daily basis out of her head.
Refusing to look at her in the eye, he continued his meal, his hands as immaculate as ever as he tore the steak into portions with his fork, before slipping one into his mouth. Most times, Sheila wondered if he made mistakes. He was so perfect-he always had the perfect reply, always had the perfect response to every obstacle thrown in his path.
Was this why he was using her as a solution to this problem? Was this why he felt it was right to do what he did without her consent? Did she not have any say in this?
"Are you not going to say anything? Are you going to sit there and pretend you didn't hear me, papa? Are you going to sit there, just like you sat when mama died, without a reply?"
The way he looked at her afterwards made her know she had struck a nerve. His perfect hands dropped the fork, and Sheila could see that they were starting to tremble.
"Sit down, Sheila."
"Sit down? I cannot sit down and watch you eat, Papa. I cannot. Why was this idea debated without my consent? Why wasn't I informed?" She was standing now, her head pounding, her hands clenching and unclenching in anger.
"You know the council can't just call you. The decision has to be taken first, before you will be sent for. You know this; it's due process."
For a while, Sheila wondered if her father had gotten weaker after her mother had died. This was not the same man; the leader of the Zoriak pack, the man who had singlehandedly led the pack to glory time and time again. Where was that man? Where was that wolf that was easily moved to anger, that wolf that was ready to slash at anyone that threatened those he loved?
"I still don't see why I wasn't informed, Papa", She continued, her voice returning to normal. "I have every right to know. That being said, I won't do it, Papa, I won't marry Brendan, I can't marry Brendan."
"You do not do this for yourself, my daughter. You're doing this for the people, for the glory of Zoriak-"
"There must be another way around this, Papa. I can't marry Brendan. Why is this even a discussion, Papa? Why are we not in the battlefield, taking down Callisto and his bastard of a son? "
"There is no other way, Sheila. This is what the council has agreed, and we can't go against what they have decided-"
"What they have decided? A decision that involves me marrying someone I don't love? Someone that is our enemy? A Callisto?"
Sheila was starting to rant again when her father stood up with such force that the dishes on the table clanged against each other for a brief moment.
"Don't you dare raise your voice at me, Sheila!"
Unable to hold back the tears from pouring, Sheila left the dinning room, her body racking with sobs. She made her way up the flight of stairs to her room and slumped on her bed, her head in her hands.
More than ever, she wished her mother was here, that her mother's soft hands were touching her hair, telling her the story of how she came from a generation that took pride in the beauty of their long, curly hair. Hair so beautiful that it stood out like a lion's mane. She wished her mother was beside her, her raspy voice telling her that everything was going to be okay, that crying wasn't going to solve anything.
Sheila had never known any woman as strong as her mother. A woman that had been able to put up with the beast of a man like her father who has been so wild back then. A woman that had always fought alongside her husband, a woman that had smiled at her even in death, telling her to take care of the family and other responsibilities.
She wondered for a fleeting moment if her mother would approve of her huddled up in bed crying, instead of finding out a solution to the problem at hand. Using the tail of her dress to wipe off the tears, she tried to think straight.
Brendan?
The Brendan she knew? A wolf of the Callisto pack? The pack that had attacked and conquered nearly half of the New Wolf world? The pack that had gone back and forth with the Zoriaks in nonstop wars? The same pack that she and other warrior wolves had sworn to destroy?
How could she marry Brendan? Brendan that was known wolfwide for his playboy status? The same Brendan that lured Zoriak she-wolves just because he liked to show off his sexual prowess? The same Brendan she had sworn never to have anything to do with anytime she heard about his escapades?
No, she was not going to marry Brendan. She was going to confront Brendan. She was going to warn Brendan to stay off the boundary of the Zoriaks and also tell him to call off the Callisto army his father had stationed at the Cyruff river that served as a boundary between the territories of the two packs.
No, she wasn't going to sit and cry about her problems-she was going to try and solve them.
Defiantly, she rose from the bed, ready to confront her problems head-on, just like her mother would've done
Blurb: lenah smith wallowing in debt and working a minimum wage job to pay for outstanding hospital bills and surgery for nanny Mary, with no means in sight of paying them until she meets Aaron Knight, CEO of a multi-millionaire company, who offers her money more than enough to pay her debts. With nanny Mary's life on the line and a mouth-watering offer, Lenah is left with no choice but to accept Aaron's proposal. Will their fake marriage blossom into something more beautiful, or will several obstacles, such as Kayden's determination to bring Aaron down and ruin him or lenah inherited enemies, become their destruction
BLURB In the moonlit realm where love and lycanthropy entwine, a reluctant werewolf finds herself thrust into an arranged marriage. Uniting two ancient packs for the sake of peace, she grapples with her inner wolf and the enigmatic alpha chosen for her. As the full moon approaches, their connection deepens, transcending the boundaries of duty. Through challenges and transformations, the arranged union blooms into an unexpected love story, proving that sometimes the heart howls for its own happily ever after.
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
"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."
"It's getting hot in here, don't you think?" I shudder as my clit becomes wet with his smooth voice. I melt away in his arms. He kisses me with a passion I've never felt before, and I moan into his mouth, lost in the moment until I sense him kicking open a door. I realize we're in a room. He continues the kiss as I wrap my leg around him, pulling him closer, his erection pressing into me. I feel my panties dripping wet from arousal. He releases me, resting his back on the headboard, and grabs my thigh, pulling me closer. His hand goes to my hair, releasing it to let my curls fall freely. He guides his fingers from my scalp to the ends of the curls, muttering in a husky voice, "Fucking beautiful. ****** Jasmine found herself trapped in a loveless marriage. Her world shattered when she uncovered her husband's betrayal on his birthday. Heartbroken and betrayed, she made the difficult decision to leave him and start anew in Illinois, with her friend Ava by her side. As Jasmine tried to go through her new life, a one-night stand left her pregnant, uncertain about the father's identity. But complications arose as Maxwell, Jasmine's ex-husband, refused to let go. Jasmine discovered shocking truths about Ava's betrayal. As secrets unraveled and loyalties were tested, Would she find the strength to overcome the obstacles in her way? Could she trust her heart, or would the shadows of the past forever haunt her?
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.