Novels by ThePurpleWriter

Dorian Grimaldi.A restless week had crawled by, weighed down by the anguish and fear that clutched my heart. The memory of Eden's abduction by the hunters haunted my every waking moment, fueling my relentless determination to bring her back unharmed. The pain of her absence gnawed at me, making each passing second feel like an eternity. But now, against all odds, we had reached an agreement—a fragile truce born from Eden's courageous negotiations.As the Alpha King, the weight of responsibility pressed heavily upon my shoulders. The safety of our pack rested on the delicate threads of this newfound alliance. The hunters, once our sworn enemies, were now our reluctant allies, bound by a shared understanding of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.Within the pack, whispers echoed through the corridors of our territory, carrying the news of the agreement that Eden had orchestrated. Some greeted the news with hope, their weary hearts yearning for peace and a chance to rebuild what had

Eden Monroe. I glanced around, taking in the furious expressions etched on the faces of the people gathered in the forest, with Dorian standing out as the embodiment of imminent chaos. His intense gaze scanned my body, searching for any signs of injury or harm inflicted upon me."Don't worry, Dorian. I'm alright. They didn't lay a finger on me," I reassured him, my voice steady despite the tumultuous atmosphere."How can I be sure they won't hurt you?" Dorian erupted with anger, his voice booming through the forest, carrying his concerns on the wind.My heart skipped a beat as I felt the waves of his emotions crashing against me. I reached out, my hand trembling slightly, wanting to calm the tempest brewing within him. "Dorian, I understand your fear, but you have to trust me. They won't harm me."His eyes blazed with a fiery mix of concern and rage, his voice tinged with desperation. "Look at them, Eden! They're like a pack of fools, hungry for blood!""Hey! Who are you calling fool

Dorian Grimaldi. After what seemed like forever, I finally had the crown on my head and became the new Alpha King. The people bowed down to show respect, and they all shouted, "Long live the king" together.Yet, a disquieting restlessness stirred within the depths of my being, an unsettling void that gnawed at my insides. My wolf, an instinctual creature of the wild, sensed an absence, a void in our shared bond, and it troubled me deeply.Searching the sea of faces, my eyes yearned for the presence of the one person who was meant to stand beside me on this momentous occasion. But she was nowhere to be found, like a fleeting dream that evaporates with the first rays of dawn. Where could she be? What could have caused her to be absent during this pivotal juncture?I looked around, hoping to see my Eden standing beside me on the stage, but she was nowhere to be found. My wolf felt restless, and I couldn't understand what was happening.I saw Gustavo standing with his mate, Ben, but my m

Eden Monroe.I hurriedly made my way towards Ben, who stood at the front, my mind still plagued by unsettling thoughts. "Hey, Ben," I called out, desperately seeking his attention."Yeah, Queen. What's up?" he responded, addressing me by the new title that would soon be bestowed upon me."Funny. I need to talk to you," I replied, urgency lacing every word, my tone betraying my inner turmoil."Are you okay? Cold feet? You don't want to be queen?" Ben inquired, his eyes filled with concern."No, it's not that... Ugh, just please, be serious for once. This is really important," I pleaded, my voice tinged with frustration.Recognizing the gravity of the situation, Ben guided me to a secluded corridor in the bustling hall. "Alright, now tell me, what's the problem?" he asked, his voice lowering as if to match the intensity of the situation.Taking a deep breath, I relayed to him everything I had overheard from the conversation of those I accidentally eavesdropped on."Wait, did you just sa

Dorian Grimaldi.The night had descended, casting an eerie ambiance over the grand mansion. The air was thick with anticipation, but the atmosphere felt different from the previous ball. Instead of joyous faces, I was met with stern expressions as guests made their way through the ornate entrance.Taking my place at the entrance, I stood tall, flanked by Ben, my trusted companion. Adorned in a gown fit for a queen, my dress for the coronation exuded elegance and regality.The fabric, a shimmering midnight blue, flowed gracefully around me, cascading in gentle waves. Its ethereal quality captured the moonlight, creating an enchanting display as I moved. The gown hugged my frame, accentuating my curves while allowing for ease of movement.Intricate silver embroidery adorned the bodice, tracing delicate patterns. Each stitch was meticulously crafted, adding a touch of celestial beauty to the ensemble. The neckline, adorned with a scattering of opalescent beads, caught the light, creating

Dorian Grimaldi.The day of my placement as Alpha king had finally arrived, and the atmosphere in the pack house crackled with anticipation. The halls were teeming with werewolves, their energy palpable as they hurriedly prepared for the momentous coronation. I could sense the eyes of my pack members upon me, their expectations weighing heavily on my shoulders.Lost in my thoughts, I stood in the midst of the bustling crowd when Gustavo, my steadfast beta, approached me with a grave expression. He handed me a letter, and as I perused its contents, my initial disbelief gave way to a steely resolve. The Mendalv clan, our once dependable allies, had chosen to sever their ties with the werewolf community, leaving us vulnerable and without a safety net.I read through the details of the letter, my face a mask of indifference, though inside, a storm brewed. Gustavo's voice held a tinge of urgency as he stressed the gravity of the situation, emphasizing the absence of a backup plan should th

𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 applied force on the table she was cleaning. She wondered how the workload kept intensifying, even when they had more hands. Janelle was hell bent on not getting any complaint from the head chef Bella. Because she was also trouble.The excruciating pain she felt when Dante the Capo's son hit her, was still vivid in her imagination. She expected far worst, confused and in pain, she was quite taken aback when he walked in, he looked extremely upset and asked her to get out. Trembling she ran out. She had been praying silently not to get involved in any scandal after that. Also the aim of avoiding the Capo's son.“Janelle.”Immediately she heard Bella's voice, she hid abruptly. If there was another person she had to avoid, it was Bella the head chef, who kept sending her into the lion's den.“Bella is looking for you?” Came Rosa, one of the slaves Janelle had known for the longest time. They practically grew up together, though Janelle had lived in the cold slab longer tha

Janelle took another deep breath as she bent to prepare the traditional oven made with woods and the rest. The capo liked his baked meals to be prepared with such an oven because he claims that it allows it to be well cooked. Pain shot up her spine and she groaned at the intensity of it. She never knew staying over in Dante’s apartment till it was past the headcount would put her in deep trouble with the head guard. He was pained because she always had a way to escape him and now, he caught her in 4K. The rules were simple, if a maid is found missing during the headcount, she should be whipped 180 strokes but the only difference was that she was whipped 300 all over her back and waist. He shook her head gently to clear the tears forming in them before she burnt her hand or something. She didn’t blame Dante for keeping her awake all night that she forgot about the headcount, she blamed her parents for not choosing to be born in any other place except this part of the world, they could

Janelle walked away hurriedly as she made her way to the kitchen closet. Tonight was going to be a night of agony and she didn’t want to be a part of it. If you lived in a world like hers, you'd know how hard it is to survive as a lowlife. The guards will visit their cells tonight and rape them mercilessly, then they would leave when it’s almost daybreak. Leaving them in pain and still forcing them to work hard in the morning. Janelle didn’t want that for herself especially while working under the princess. Very rude woman. She grew up here and she knew all the corners and shortcuts in this palace more than anyone else, perks of having your parents pass on slavery to you. God knows that one thing she’d never do in this life was giving birth to any child here as a low life. They were suffering already, why add an innocent kid?. The ones that make her laugh are two slaves falling in love here and going ahead to get married. She wondered how they coped by doing that. She blamed her paren