Anna Von Klinski

"Dad? Tell me it's not true! You didn't steal the painting from Mr. Miller, did you?" asked Rebecca almost in a whisper, her body trembling violently, she was not ready to hear the answer. "I'm sorry Becky, I'm so sorry..." Rebecca sat limply on the floor, unable to believe what she had just heard. "Okay, that's enough! You've heard it clearly, right, Ms. Beckett? Your father will pawn you to me until he could return the painting that he stole from me! John, take her!" interrupted James Miller, the billionaire whose painting was stolen by William Becket, Rebecca's father. From that day on, Rebecca's life was no longer the same, she had to give up her freedom by living with James Miller and serving all his needs. At first, everything was going fine until one day James Miller found out that William Beckett was collaborating with a Russian mafia in the theft of his painting and had absolutely no intention of returning the painting to him. He became very angry and began to make Rebecca's 'life' a threat. But one drunken night turned things upside down...

Book 1 of the Blackfern Werewolf Series. Completed - A fully edited version was put up Jan 2024 - please log out and log back in to read this finalized version. It's hard being a half-blooded werewolf… especially when you have no idea that werewolves actually exist. Clementine – I did not know what to expect when I decided to move with my dad and brother to Blackfern Valley in backyard British Columbia. The first thing I noticed was how ridiculously fit and good looking everyone was. Then I started to notice the odd behaviour, comments and how everyone in the town just seemed to hate me. Well, everyone excluding Liam, he seemed like the only friendly person in the Valley… Liam – I was not expecting my world to be shaken so hard when a half-breed moved into the pack. Half-breeds were extremely rare, and often hunted and terminated by pure-blood werewolves if they do not develop a wolf at sixteen. I thought that when his Uncle Jed's reign had ended, that the hatred would have died with him… I was wrong. They were after Clementine and something inside of me could not let that happen…

Flora Argentine is ReedStone pack’s little loner and glad to be so. Everyone ignores her existence but not because she’s some glasses bearing, baggy clothes wearing nerd, but because her elder brother is the beta of the pack and no one wants to be involved with her. But Flora is perfectly fine with everyone avoiding her as she makes her way towards her last year at the university and leads a simple life without any complications or hardships...or does she? Clay Scotsman is the most popular guy in town and the ladies love him, which isn’t a problem since he loves them right back. The future Alpha of the pack, he has the looks of a Greek God and is a smooth talking charmer who always gets what he wants...except for Flora Argentine. He’s been obsessed with Flora for a very long time, but he dismisses it as simple physical attraction until one day he decides to with it and comes after Flora with all the charm he can master. But once he’s had a taste of her, he finds it nearly impossible to let her go. But Clay and Flora both know that they’re not mates and are dreading the day of Clay’s 28th birthday when he ultimately finds his mate. Is he going to leave her forever for a bond decided upon by the Gods? Or is he going to reject his mate to be with the girl he loves more than life itself? And what will happen when Clay’s mate claims him as hers?

"I am your husband, Leah! We're still married, and we love each other!" cried Jerome as he glared at her. "He lied to you, and you know it! You have been separated since more than a year ago!" said Adrian, his jaw tightening and his fists clenching tightly. Leah stood between the two with a throbbing pain in her head. If that damn memory had appeared soon, it wouldn't have been like that! Three months ago, Leah woke up from her long coma and found that her life had completely changed. The doctor said she had lost some of her memory, so she had no idea what had happened in the past five years of her life. Suddenly, a young billionaire named Jerome introduced himself as her husband, and when she started to believe that fact, a mysterious man named Adrian showed up and broke everything by telling her that she was being manipulated by her own husband.

I always knew who I was born to be ,but the white crystal goddess of my pack had other plans for me . My great-grandmother the leader of the white pack , and the great white wolf protected our pack from other wolf packs . We were the strongest after the annihilation of the strongest pack which ever lived , - THE BLOOD PACK . A pack everyone believes were blood suckers I am supposed to become the next GREAT WHITE WOLF after my great grandmother but our white crystal goddess rejects me . I am to be the next great protector of my pack , but I'm unable to shift ,. I need help to protect my people from other dangerous packs out there Not until I soon found out our crystal goodness plans for me , mating me to the strongest dark alpha , the only survivor of the BLOOD PACK whom I later found out to be an hybrid, an abomination. even knowing it's dangerous ,I could never care less just for the protection of my people I took me years ,but I found him and together we made a deal , a stupid deal that must be kept a secret from my pack ,else I'd be banished forever or killed --I offer him my blood for protection of my people. I am Arabella the future GREAT WHITE WOLF of the white crystal pack . At least I thought I was .

Demi biaya pengobatan ibunya, Alya terpaksa menandatangani kontrak sebagai istri simpanan pria beristri. Tanpa cinta, tanpa ikatan. Hanya peran dan kewajiban. Tapi, saat hati mulai goyah, dan luka demi luka makin nyata, Alya harus memilih: bertahan dalam peran ... atau kehilangan dirinya sendiri.

{ON HIATUS} It's a contract of lies. And a bloody fucking war. To stop a war, I'm being forced to marry my sworn enemy. Damien Vincenzo is everything hell is. A brutal, domineering, monster with a body built to kill. And now. I belong to him. But one thing I won't ever give him will be my heart. We were a match made in hell. And "Till death do us apart." might be the perfect word to describe this situation but it won't even be enough. It's not supposed to be real. It's not. And one thing I'm sure of is that, I'm out to destroy him just like he did to me. He stole my life, my breath, my entire existence. My name is Anastasia Zhukov and I'm a thief. One that's not after wealth, but lives. His life. _ _ _ Book 1: Anastasia & Damien. Book 2: Isabella & Claud. Book 3: Teal & Vittorio. Book 4: Alexander & Dimitra. T.W: non-con, dub-con, CNC(consensual nonconsent), BDSM, age-gap, ch*cking, forbidden love, explicit content, sadomasochism.

Vincent Reynolds is not gay. He's not hiding from his true self and he's not confused. And no, he's not bi curious either. Instead, he believed he's asexual. Girls don't entice him but guess what? He'd never tried guys. When he crossed paths with the notorious Dimitri Santini with a body built to kill, the latter automatically added him to his list. Why? He's an advocate of the law. And what does Dimitri hate more than his father? The law and anyone supporting it. Dimitri's only goal was to ruin him for life but what he didn't expect was that single taste tipping everything over to the edge. _ _ _ “I want to see your reaction when you take my like the good boy that you are… Signore Mio. And you know what? I'm not stopping until you paint me with your .”

Satu tahun ini, Nida harus menjalani kehidupan poligami yang tidak adil. Hans sang suami yang menikah lagi dengan Diaz, kerap kali mengabaikannya sebagai istri pertama, karena besarnya cinta laki-laki itu kepada istri keduanya. Namun, semua berubah ketika Nida hamil. Hans perlahan mulai memperbaiki hubungan mereka dan bersikap lebih baik pada Nida. Sayangnya, bukannya senang dengan perubahan suaminya, Nida justru menjadikan kehamilannya itu sebagai alat balas dendam atas rasa sakit yang telah diberikan orang-orang di sekitarnya.

My son asked me for something I couldn’t give. “Just three chances, Mom,” he whispered. “If he really doesn’t love us after that… we’ll leave forever.” He was talking about his father — Giovanni Romano. The heir to a Mafia empire. My husband in name only. He never called our son his own. He never once said he loved me. Chance one, Giovanni forgot. Chance two, he lied. Chance three… he broke something no apology could fix. So I packed our bags, held my son’s hand, and walked away. No tears. No goodbyes. Just quiet. The night our plane took off, my phone buzzed. “Wait,” his message read. “I’m coming home.” But home isn’t where he is anymore. It’s wherever my son finally sleeps without crying. Because some promises don’t break — they shatter. And some mothers never wait again.