SYNOPSIS In the kingdom of Eldritch, where the divide between the haves and have-nots is stark, two worlds collide. Mabel, a resilient young woman, struggles to make ends meet in Bridlesmark, the impoverished side of the kingdom. Her family's daily survival is a constant battle. Prince Arinthal, on the other hand, resides in opulence on the other side of Eldritch. Sent to Bridlesmark on a mission, he becomes entangled in Mabel's life. Their initial encounter at the market sparks intrigue, but it's not until Mabel finds him injured and bleeding on the side of the road that their fates become intertwined. As Mabel nurses Arinthal back to health in her humble cottage, their differences become apparent. Arinthal's suggestion that Mabel would be better off as a slave on his side of the kingdom ignites her ire, and their initial animosity sets the tone for their tumultuous relationship. As Mabel's family's situation becomes increasingly dire, she makes the difficult decision to take Arinthal's advice and seek work at the palace. The malice and resentment she harbors for the wealthy elite, particularly Arinthal, intensify as she navigates the complexities of palace life. Forced to spend time together, their mutual disdain gradually gives way to a deeper understanding. As they confront their own biases and prejudices, they begin to see beyond their differences. The worlds of the rich and the poor continue to collide, but this time, they do so with a spark of hope and love.
PROLOGUE Eldrida palace, Eldritch As the sun cast its golden rays upon the palace, Queen Victoria hastened down the corridor, her Lady-in-Waiting, Lady Charlotte, closely following. The soft rustle of their silk skirts against the marble floor echoed the urgency of their footsteps, accompanied by the faint scent of lavender and rose petals wafting from the nearby flower arrangements. "Come, Lady Charlotte, we must hurry!" the Queen exclaimed, her voice low and conspiratorial, her words barely audible over the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway.
"I've received word that the twins are awake and demanding attention." Lady Charlotte's eyes sparkled with amusement as she kept pace with the Queen, her gaze flicking toward the nursery door. "I daresay, Your Majesty, the little ones are already ruling the palace with their tiny fists." Upon arriving at the nursery, they were greeted by the warm smile of the royal nanny, Mrs. Jenkins, who curtsied deeply. "Good morrow, Your Majesty! The babies are ready for their morning feeding." As the Queen entered the nursery, a warm, golden light spilled across the room, casting a serene ambiance. The soft cooing of the twins and the gentle rocking of the nursery staff created a soothing melody, punctuated by the occasional creak of the wooden rocking chairs. But amidst this peaceful atmosphere, a sense of unease settled in the pit of the Queen's stomach, like a cold stone dropped into a still pond. Her gaze swept the room, her eyes locking onto the twin cribs, adorned with intricate carvings of royal crests and flowers. The babies lay swaddled, their tiny faces scrunched up in sleep. The Queen's heart swelled with love and pride as she approached the cribs, her silk skirts rustling softly. But as she peered into the face of one of the twins, her smile faltered. Her eyes narrowed, her brow furrowing in concern. Something was amiss. The baby's eyes, once closed, now fluttered open, like the petals of a flower unfolding. The Queen's gaze locked onto those eyes, and her breath caught in her throat, like a bird taking flight. A jolt of shock ran through her veins, like ice water poured into her very marrow. The baby's eyes were different. One eye shone bright blue, like a summer sky, while the other gleamed with a warm, honey-brown hue, like the richest soil. The Queen's mind reeled, as if she had stumbled into a dark, forgotten chamber deep within the palace. Her thoughts swirled, like a maelstrom, as she struggled to comprehend the significance of this... this aberration. "Good heavens, Mrs. Jenkins!" the Queen exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper, her words trembling like the leaves of a tree in an autumn breeze. "What's this?" The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thickening like a fog rolling in off the Thames. The nursery staff exchanged nervous glances, their faces pale as alabaster. Mrs. Jenkins' expression turned uneasy, her eyes darting to the Queen before settling on the baby, like a bird seeking shelter from a storm. "I-I was about to inform you, Your Majesty..." Mrs. Jenkins began, her voice trembling like a leaf. "His eyes... they seem to be... different." The Queen's face contorted in horror, her eyes fixed on the baby with a mix of shock, disgust, and fear, like a person beholding a monstrous creature from a nightmare. The atmosphere in the nursery grew thick with tension, heavy with the weight of the Queen's unspoken thoughts, like a physical presence that could be felt. "Is he diseased?" she bellowed, her voice echoing off the marble walls, like a thunderclap on a summer day. Mrs. Jenkins shook her head, trembling like a leaf. "No, Your Majesty, his eyes... they're just-" "This is an abomination!" the Queen spat, her voice venomous, like a snake striking its prey. "Never seen anything like it! The king will freak out, the whole kingdom will freak out. I gave birth to a beast!" Lady Charlotte's eyes darted to the baby, her expression a mask of neutrality, like a still pond reflecting the sky above. "Your Majesty, a rare condition, I believe." The Queen's gaze locked onto the baby, her face twisted in disgust, like a person beholding something foul and repellent. "I will not have a future king with a rare condition," she snarled, her voice dripping with malice, like a viper spitting its venom. As the Queen's words hung in the air, Lady Charlotte's eyes met Mrs. Jenkins', exchanging a fleeting glance of concern, like two people sharing a secret. The nursery, once filled with the sweet scent of innocence, now seemed tainted by the weight of royal expectation. "Toss him into the canal," the Queen breathed, her voice barely audible. "Let the beast die." A heavy silence descended, punctuated only by the soft cooing of the babies. "Your Majesty-" Mrs. Jenkins began, her voice trembling. The Queen's eyes flashed with anger. "Toss him into the canal, let the beast die!"
Synopsis Ariana Quinn, a recent college graduate, finds her comfortable life turned upside down when her father defaults on a massive debt to billionaire Shane Fisher, a ruthless CEO who seems unfazed by murder and is willing to destroy anything in his path to get what he wants. In order to save her family's assets, Ariana reluctantly agrees to a contract marriage with Shane, not realizing the twisted turns this decision will take after she finds out Shane isn't just a billionaire, he also has a twisted side. Will she survive the darkness that comes with being bound to him?
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
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!
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?