Brother Sister Romance

One wardrobe malfunction. Two people who don’t belong together. Three awful words: “Be my wife.” Everyone else is at this party to marry the host. I’m only here until I can get a ride home. When my dress rips in the world’s worst-timed wardrobe malfunction, I go find somewhere quiet to fix it. So I’m standing there in nothing but my heels when, As my luck would have it, the door opens… And the man of the hour walks in. I wish I could say I played it cool. But it’s been a looong time since anyone has seen me in my birthday suit… Much less the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. All I want to do is fix my dress, click my heels three times, and be back on my couch in fuzzy slippers. But Ivan has other ideas. He’s decided who he’s taking to the altar… And I don’t have a choice but to say “I do.”

A werewolf having a human mate has been engraved in the history of werewolves. Having a human mate has been forbidden ever since the last time it happened. The reason? The last werewolf who had a human mate turned against the werewolf kind, the reason why hunters exist. After meeting his mate, Nathan wants nothing but to claim his mate as his but doing that will be a bit hard since one, his mate is human; two, it’s forbidden; and three, it will be for sure, the werewolves against him and his mate. But Nathan doesn’t care about the laws and the history, he just wants his mate, and if taking off his title as the guardian of the werewolves, he would do so without hesitation or reluctance. But what could be the reason why the good Goddess has given him a human mate? Surely there’s a reason behind it right? As Nathan unfolds the story of history while pursuing his human mate, things will be a  bit messy. Faking his documents just to enter Hallmark high school is already risky, but Nathan will do just anything to claim his mate, after all, he is the Guardian of the werewolves right?

When is the worst time to tell someone he’s going to be a father? Probably the day of the wedding… When he is getting married to someone else. Well, that is exactly what I did. But my hands were tied. Literally. Matvey Groza is a dangerous man. And nine months ago, he strolled into my shop looking for a custom suit. But when I accidentally walked in on him in the changing room, *I* was the one that ended up needing a new set of clothes. It was a one-time mistake. After that… good riddance. But the pregnancy test I took a month later had other plans. I kept it a secret from everyone. Or so I thought. But when Matvey’s enemies learned that I was pregnant with his child, they kidnapped me and held me hostage. Until I broke free and ran as fast as I could. And I had no one else to turn to but the devil himself. What better time for me to enter the church… … than as the pastor says, “Speak now or forever hold your peace"?

“If I understand you perfectly, you mean Malcolm is in a wedding hall filled with guests, waiting for his bride to arrive but there is really no bride coming?” I recounted. F*ck! ...... To save her Family name, Noelle had no choice but to get married to Malcolm after his bride bailed on him. Malcolm does not seem to appreciate that fact as he feels that Noelle took his love, Emery away from him. She is no longer the girl he used to adore and love, but the girl he now despise. Will Malcolm ever be able to forgive Noelle and what happens when he supposed wife is found dead?

After her step-father sells her at an early age, Anna Ross discovers the powerful Alpha of the Starlight pack is her mate, but she gets rejected instantly because of her low status. After being rejected, Priscilla, the Alpha’s fiancée, and the pack members tormented Anna, making her life a living hell. As events pass that lead her to meet her new mate, the Lycan king, what do you think will happen when she finds out he is the son of her wicked step-father? Or when he is engaged to marry another king’s daughter to enlarge his pack? Will she quit the drama and accept her former mate when he comes to beg her? Dive into this epic tale of love, betrayal, and self-discovery.

My mother, Winona Barlowe, who was the medical director at the hospital, decided to let my intern sister, Mia Barlowe, practice her skills by performing a brain tumor surgery on me. I begged my mother to assign another doctor since it was my only chance at survival. She slapped me across the face and cried out, "How did I ever give birth to a selfish girl like you? Mia just started her internship. Can’t you give her the chance to practice?" When I died from the botched surgery, she turned gray overnight.

The 99th time Owen Anderson slides a ring onto my finger, his adopted sister, Monica Morgan, calls again. And just like that, for the 99th time, he ditches me at the altar to be with her, who's having another depressive episode. I'm fed up. I yell after him as he walks away, "Go ahead! Walk out on me, and I swear I'll marry someone else!" He doesn't even flinch. Instead, he snaps, "Can you stop being so unreasonable? We can get married anytime, but Monica's the only sister I've got." Then, he turns and walks away, leaving me standing there like a complete fool. What he doesn't realize is that this time, I mean it. Later, when he gets down on one knee for the 100th time, his older brother, Chris, slips an arm around my waist and says, "Sorry, Owen. She's your sister-in-law now."

Abducted at the young age of 10, groomed by a mistress specialized in raising girls for special duties and catering to needs of sick depraved men, Isabella Blanchet had her life planned out for her before she got the chance to dream and make wishes. That was until she crossed paths with him, Dante Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Moretti family. A legend to some, a scary bedtime story to get children in bed and a nightmare to all who crossed him. Some would go as far as calling him the boogeyman. Would he succeed in sinking her into the darkness or will she be the only ray light in his dark world?

I stand in the hospital after my two older brothers decline all 99 of my phone calls. They finally appear, bringing with them the biological sister they found. My gentle eldest brother, who had once rescued me from my so-called abusive parents, raises his hand and slaps me across the face. "Cynthia, you're actually pretending to have a terminal illness just to compete with Sarah for our affection? And you came to this kind of place to frighten us?" I clutch my swollen cheek and listen as my second brother, who always says he'll trust me no matter what, holds Sarah in his arms and laughs out loud. "Are you trying to fake being sick to get our attention after seeing that Sarah is in poor health? "Just cut the act. You've been living in luxury since childhood and have always been in perfect health. How could you possibly be ill?" Sarah Crawford speaks up thoughtfully, "Don't blame her, you two. I think she just feels like I've stolen away your love for her, which is why she has become so unreasonable..." I look at the two brothers who have doted on me for ten years and suddenly feel that nothing matters anymore. After all, I only have seven days left to live. In seven days, everything will return to normal after my departure. But by then, they'll be the ones unable to accept it.

On our wedding night, my husband Grayson's sister-in-law, Scarlette, stumbled drunkenly into our bridal suite and threw her arms around him, refusing to let go. "Kayla, my husband died young, and I really just want a child. Please, lend him to me for one night," she cried through her tears, shoving a toy into my hand. "I promise I'll return him tomorrow. And if you get lonely… you can use this to comfort yourself." I stood there, dumbfounded, my gaze shifting in confusion to Grayson, who was already helping Scarlette steady herself. "You're really going to sleep with her?" He avoided my eyes, his tone strangely urgent. "Don't overthink it. She's drunk and talking nonsense. I'll take her back to her room to rest." As he started to leave with her, I stepped in front of them, blocking their way. "Grayson, it's our wedding night tonight. Are you seriously going to walk out with her?" His expression darkened as he pushed me aside. "You're my wife now—try to be more sensible. Don't get jealous over something so trivial." Then, carefully, he guided her out of the room. I wanted to run after him and stop them, but when I saw the deep concern in his eyes as he looked at her, the truth finally hit me. The love this man had for me was no longer mine alone. And if that was the case, why should I cling to a marriage that had already soured? I might as well walk away with my head held high.