Daniel, a poor but determined young man, takes a job as a gardener for the Sinclair family to support his father. There, he meets Isabella-his boss's daughter. Despite their different worlds, they bond over a shared love for books and dreams of freedom. Their quiet friendship turns into a secret romance. But when Charles discovers their relationship, he threatens Daniel's family and forces Isabella into an arranged engagement. With everything against them, Daniel must decide if love is worth risking everything for. Isabella must choose between the life she's expected to live-and the one she truly wants.
The sun had just begun to rise, casting soft golden rays over the sleepy little town of Fairgrove. The roads were quiet except for the occasional distant rumble of delivery trucks and the chirping of birds stretching their wings for the day. For Daniel Reyes, it was the beginning of something new-though he didn't yet know how deeply it would change his life.
He adjusted the strap of his worn-out backpack and glanced once more at the small house behind him. It leaned slightly to the right, its paint peeling, windows patched with plastic in places where the glass had long since cracked. But inside was everything he cared about: his father, Luis Reyes, lay sleeping, his breath soft and shallow. The medications had taken their toll, but Daniel couldn't afford to stop them-not now.
Daniel closed the gate quietly and stepped onto the road. A folded piece of paper stuck out from his pocket-the address of the Sinclair Estate, written in clean, looping script by a woman named Martha, the housekeeper who had offered him the job after overhearing his desperation at the pharmacy.
As he reached the edge of town, the roads began to smooth out, the houses became larger, and the trees stood in neat lines instead of wild tangles. The Sinclair Estate wasn't just another rich family's house-it was practically a mansion, a sprawling property hidden behind high hedges and a wrought-iron gate with gold trim.
He stood in front of it now, his breath caught halfway between awe and nerves. The gate buzzed open after he pressed the button labeled "Staff Entrance." A voice-crisp, efficient, and slightly cold-had spoken through the intercom: "You must be Daniel. Report to the west garden. Martha will be waiting."
The path wound through perfectly manicured hedges and rose bushes that bloomed like something out of a fairy tale. He followed it until the house came into full view-three stories high with gleaming white pillars and glass balconies. The windows alone probably cost more than everything he owned.
Martha, a woman in her late fifties with graying hair tied into a bun, stood near a hedge with pruning shears in hand. Her sharp eyes softened when they landed on him.
"You're early," she said.
"I figured I shouldn't keep you waiting," Daniel replied, brushing his hands on his jeans. "Thank you for the opportunity, ma'am."
She chuckled. "No need to call me that. Just Martha will do. You'll be helping me with the gardens, mostly. We'll start in the back. Follow me."
As they moved through the property, Daniel soaked in every detail-the wide-open lawns, the marble fountains, the scent of lavender. He wondered what it must feel like to live in a place like this. To never have to choose between food and medicine.
Then, from around the corner of the house, came the sound of laughter-light and musical. He turned his head and froze.
She stood beneath the large oak tree that arched over the back lawn. A girl, no older than himself, wearing a light sundress and barefoot in the grass, her long dark hair catching the morning light like strands of silk. She held a sketchbook in one hand and a pencil in the other. Her eyes were focused on the page, but there was an effortless grace to her presence-like she didn't belong to the world he knew.
"That's Miss Isabella," Martha said quietly beside him. "Mr. Sinclair's daughter."
Daniel looked away quickly, heat rushing to his face. "Right. I didn't mean to stare."
Martha smirked. "Most do. But I'd advise you to keep your eyes-and your heart-in check. That girl's in a world far from ours."
He nodded, but the warning echoed like a whisper against his chest. He didn't mean to stare, but something about her had taken hold of him instantly. He couldn't explain it.
As the day wore on, Daniel threw himself into the work. He trimmed hedges, weeded flower beds, and carried mulch across the yard. Sweat dripped down his neck, and his fingers ached, but there was a strange peace in the rhythm of it all.
Just before sunset, he passed by the oak tree again. The girl-Isabella-was still there, only now she looked up. Their eyes met for a brief second. She smiled.
Not a polite, empty smile. A real one.
Daniel looked away quickly, his heart hammering harder than it had during any of the physical labor.
He didn't know it yet, but that smile would be the beginning of everything.
Once beloved by the empire and betrothed to its greatest general, Cassia Valerius is betrayed and branded a traitor. Her family is slaughtered, and she is cast out to die in the wastelands beyond the empire's reach. But death never came. Instead, a forgotten god offered her life in exchange for vengeance. Now, years later, Cassia returns under a new name. Masked, feared, and wielding divine power, she infiltrates the very empire that destroyed her-intent on burning it from within. But fate is cruel, and so is love. Marcus Draven, the man who betrayed her, is now the Emperor's right hand. He believes she's dead. She plans to use his love to destroy him. But their bond was never ordinary-and neither are the gods watching them.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
My marriage to Mathias was supposed to make me the happiest woman in the world. Although I knew he didn't love me, I thought he would fall for me once I showered him with all the love I had to give. Five years passed and Mathias still didn't give a damn about me. Instead, he met his true love and cut all ties with me because of her. He showed her off; something he never did for me. His abandonment pushed me into depression. I was broken in every sense of the word. Even on my deathbed, my so-called husband didn't come to say goodbye to me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. I was still Mathias's wife and it was two months before he met his true love. In this life, I refused to be hurt by him again. After talking some sense into my head, I asked him for a divorce in other to escape being heartbroken like I was previously. Mathias tore up the divorce papers time and time again while also shutting me down. "Rylie, stop all this nonsense! Playing hard to get doesn't work anymore!" To show him that I was dead serious, I went ahead to file for divorce. Only then did he panic. He abandoned the "woman of his dreams" and came to my side. "Please give me a second chance, Rylie. I promise to do right by you. You'll be the only woman in my heart from now on. Don't leave me, okay?" A war broke out in my mind after this apology. On one hand, I didn't want to be hurt again. And on the other, I didn't want to let go of the man I loved so dearly. What should I do?!
Their marriage was nothing but for the benefit of the two families. He could choose anyone to be his bride, but the moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew she was the one he wanted. However, their marriage didn't last for a long because of her indifference. Until the moment he signed the divorce agreement, he finally witnessed her true colors. It turned out that she also took advantage of him. Their divorce was not an end but the start of the real love game.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
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?
"You're pathetic!" Brenden sneered, each word cutting deep into Corinna's heart. Years of emotional wounds had drained every ounce of love she once held. "I've wasted enough time on you. If there's a next life, I hope we never meet again." Her words severed the bond between them like a blade. From that moment on, Brenden was haunted by her absence—unable to sleep, longing for the warmth he took for granted.