Redemption

On the night meant to mark her awakening, Lysera loses everything. Ignored all her life, the quiet twin watches as her sister Isyra is celebrated as Luna-to-be, until a single scream turns the pack against her. Accused of attacking her “pregnant” sister, Lysera is beaten, humiliated, and condemned. Even the bond meant to save her betrays her, because the Alpha she is mated to chooses Isyra. Then the truth surfaces at the worst possible moment. As punishment shatters her body, a secret is revealed: Lysera is pregnant. In a pack where harming a pregnant woman invites calamity, her sentence is suspended—but mercy is replaced with something far crueler. The pack demands she give her baby to Isyra, to replace the child Isyra claims to have lost. Trapped among those who see her only as a vessel, betrayed by her own blood, and bound by ancient laws she cannot escape, Lysera must survive long enough to give birth… knowing the child she carries may never be hers. Because Isyra’s crown was built on lies. And because the Alpha who condemned her may one day realize the truth—when it is already too late.

“I’ll give you anything you want but you need to leave.” Daniel muttered to me the second time making my leg wobbled, I fell infront of him. He looked at me but no trace of concerns in his eyes. “Cynthia, you should name your price and leave as soon as possible.” he muttered, his voice filled with so much ease as if I meant nothing to him all these years—as if the whole three years of being together were absolutely nothing! After begging frantically, he threw a cheque at me, his eyes impatient. With tears in my eyes, I looked at Daniel but he didn't even budge. Slowly, I picked myself up, took my box, tore his cheque to his and left his home—if he could threw me out even after three years of peaceful marriage then he could as well hold his cheque. I didn't marry him for his money and I'd prove to him that I was worth more than the money on his cheque.

"He bought her name. She refused to surrender her soul." Elara Hawthorne’s father owed a fortune. Silas Vancewick came to collect. The heir to the Vancewick dynasty is a man carved from granite and control. His slate-grey eyes promise cold, absolute possession. Silas doesn't want a wife; he requires a pawn to secure his flawless legacy. But Elara, with her untamed copper defiance, is a queen forced into chains. Their forced marriage is a contract sealed in cold blood and burning resentment. Trapped in his opulent manor, they are engaged in a silent, suffocating war. Silas is obsessed with breaking the spirit he claims to despise. Elara fights for survival against the devastating realization that the only man who owns her name is the one who threatens to consume her heart. He demanded obedience. She promised war. The quiet hours of the night are their most terrifying battleground.

It didn't end when my husband brought back his ex to our house and made it publicly known that he wanted to divorce me. It all ended when he refused to save our daughter who was dying. When I asked him for the divorce papers, he thought that it was just a joke and expected me to be at his door pleading after a few days, but the news spread fast about my new romance with a wealthy surgeon. He realized that he wasn't ready to lose me and that he's made a big mistake by trusting his ex, but it was too late! FILLED WITH REGRET AND PAIN, HER EX-HUSBAND SOUGHT FOR A WAY TO RUIN HER NEW RELATIONSHIP AND WIN HER BACK, WOULD SHE GIVE HIM A SECOND CHANCE IF HE SUCCEEDS?

They say nuns are off-limits. I call that a challenge. They say obsession is a sin. I stopped counting sins when blood became my business. She says I’m a sinner. She’s not wrong. But when I have her whispering confessions against my skin that would make Lucifer himself blush, what does that make her? A firecracker wrapped in a habit. All rosaries and rebellion, thinking she can drive me away with Scripture and that ice-cold stare. Amusing. Her holy water won't wash away what I do to those round tits. She's not a bride of Christ yet. And the harder she prays for salvation, the more determined I am to show her what real worship feels like. They say God answers all prayers. But in my city, prayers come to me first. Her vows or my empire. Heaven or my hell. The choice was never really hers to make. God may forgive me, but she won’t.

Locked away in a tower, hidden from the world, and branded a disgrace by her family all because she cannot speak, Elora Valewind has only ever prayed for two things: a wolf and a mate—anything to escape the hell that has become her home. But her freedom comes in the most dangerous form—her step-sister’s chosen mate and betrothed, Alpha Kael, the male Elora has always admired. Their forbidden bond nearly costs her life… until she’s saved by a silver wolf—Ryker Veylard, her sworn enemy and second mate. Her life is spared, but at a brutal cost: loyalty or death. It’s only supposed to be an arrangement. Nothing more. But neither Elora nor the amber-eyed devil are prepared for the fire that ignites between them or sparks that blur the line between enemies and something dangerously more. And when Kael Stormrider returns for the hand of the silver she-wolf prophesied to him, Elora must make a choice. But who will she choose?

Mia Anderson was shocked when her mother brought home the three hottest boys from the pack's Academy and introduced them to her as her new stepbrothers. Not only that, the Alpha King David Oscar was her mother's new husband. Mia wished she could run away and looked for her father, Rafael Anderson. How would she end up spending the rest of her life with these three bullies? Would she fall in love with them or reject them?

“Tell me, baby. Are you wet for me?” He asked as he licked the shell of my ear, his tongue lashing out deliciously. I stifled a whimper and shook my head. “You dirty liar,” he growled. “The next time you lie to me I’m going to bend you over the nearest surface and spank the truth out of you.” *** When Manhattan’s most successful billionaire, Alessio Castelli, hires me to be his personal cook, I’m determined not to fall for him. Too bad he’s simply too hot to resist. He says I’m not his type, but he watches me like I’m his next obsession… and when his control finally snaps, he claims me as his, unable to stay away from me. What starts as temptation quickly turns into something far more dangerous; because men like Alessio don’t love. They possess. Just when I begin to believe I might mean more to him than a secret in his bed, a previous lover from his past returns… pregnant and claiming the child is his. Now I’m trapped between the man who refuses to let me go and the kind of heartbreak that will ruin me for good, because I’m already hopelessly in love with him. And the worst part? Walking away from him might be harder than staying.

I shouldn’t get wet at the thought of my step father, but I do. It all started the day we had a business meeting. I work as an intern at his company and I couldn't help but imagine his long slender fingers f*cking me.  My name is Emma and no, I am not a pretty model queen. I am what you call a geek, a nerd and a wallflower.  But this wallflower wants to get bent over on his table and will do anything to be his slut. Even if it means getting my mother out of the way.

Three years ago, Amelia Stone vanished after her father’s sudden death. She is left heartbroken, pregnant, and convinced billionaire Xade Cross betrayed them both. Now, she’s back in London, living under a false name and identity, working as a maid in Xade’s mansion. Her plan is simple: uncover the truth about her father’s stolen invention, protect her secret son, and disappear again before anyone finds out who she is. But fate has other plans. When Xade’s car crashes outside his estate one stormy night, Amelia is forced to save the man she swore she'd never show sympathy for. Injured and intrigued, Xade demands she stay close, as his personal assistant during his recovery. Soon, their past bleeds into the present. Feelings bloom against their will and lines begin to blur. Secrets begin to sprout and everything becomes jumbled up and more confusing than Amelia expected. Amelia is convinced she holds no feelings towards him except hatred. But does love ever truly die?