Class D Scp

Mahigit dalawang taon na pilit itinatago ni Britanny at ng kanyang kasintahan ang kanilang relasyon sa kaniyang mga magulang. Bagamat mahirap ito para sa kanila ay nakukuntento naman sila sa kanilang sitwasyon.Palihim silang nagkikita, nag-iintay nang tamang panahon upang maipagtapat ito sa kaniyang mga magulang. Ngunit sa isang araw lamang ay nagbago ang lahat. Ang buhay ni Britanny ay tila naging isang bangungot ng sa kaniya iniatang ang responsibilidad na hindi naman dapat sa kaniya. Kaya ba niyang panindigan hanggang huli ang napakalaking responsibilidad na ito? Magpapadala na lamang ba siya sa agos ng tadhana na tila iginuhit sa kanyang palad ng kanyang mga magulang?

My father found me too rebellious, so he gave me to Marco, tasking him with making a lady out of me. To the outside world, Macro was the ruthless boss to a Mafia empire, but to me, he was just a man with a perpetually stern face. I tried everything to defy him. I smashed his car. Then I swapped his PPT for the lowbrow stand-up he hated most. And he opened it during a company meeting. Yet, every rebellion ended the same. He cornered me, his massive frame dominating mine on the silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the polished oak of his desk, or the leather confines of the car's backseat. His hot skin against mine, his fingers tracing fire along my curves. He moved with a primal hunger that left me breathless. My body arched in unwilling ecstasy, in a dance of punishing pleasure, until my fight dissolved into moans, my will shattered under his relentless claim. I fell for him hard, convinced this was love, and he was the beacon of my dark world. But the truth shattered me: it was all a calculated game to tame me, to stop my war with my sister Karen. My guiding light went out, or maybe it never existed at all. So I became a good girl. I stopped fighting back. He thought he had me tamed, chained to his will. But in the end, I slipped free, leaving him alone with his shattered heart.

I was reborn. Opening my eyes on the sofa, the television flickered before me, broadcasting another financial news segment about my husband, Jasper Brolin. The Alpha of the Moonblood pack, a man who had sat at the top of the billionaire list for years, was speaking with his usual cool authority. Broad-shouldered and sharp-featured, he carried an air of cold command that made him untouchable. Whenever he stepped into the public eye, the crowd surged with screams and breathless admiration. My marriage to him was the envy of our entire circle, and every woman wished to step into my shoes. As I watched the screen, memories of my tragic death in my last life came rushing back, sending a quiet ache through my chest. My wolf rumbled low in my chest. "So we're back. Now what?" "Break the bond," I whispered. "I'm leaving him." "He'll never agree to that." "That's why I need her help," I replied, thinking of the woman I had always disliked—Halle. Halle walked into the café, a smug smirk was plastered on her face. Having grown up alongside Jasper, she was regarded as his inner circle, and people never failed to give her the highest courtesy. I slid a mate-bond dissolution document across the table. "I need your help, Halle. And of course, there's something in it for you too." She glanced through the papers, suspicion flashing in her eyes. "Are you leaving him?" she asked. My voice was calm, "Maybe you're the one he really wants by his side." In my last life, I was the perfect Mrs. Brolin, envied by all, yet never the one he held closest. This time, I would take my unborn pup and leave quietly.

Aaro has grown up in a special school with her sister, waiting to escape. But just before her eighteenth birthday, Aaro is bought by an Alpha as the new Luna for his son, Storm. Aaro has hidden her identity for years and is waiting for the right time to reveal who she really is. Will she be able to escape Alpha Storm, find her sister, get back home, and claim her rightful place as the Alpha of the Iron River pack? This is the third book in the Iron River series, but you can read it as a stand-alone novel.

At our anniversary party, the rose-covered arch suddenly gave way, crashing down in a storm of shattered glass and scattered petals. Raya and I were both knocked to the floor beneath the wreckage. I braced myself on my elbows, a sharp pain twisting deep in my abdomen, and looked up, straight into Asher’s icy stare. “Never thought your jealousy ran so deep. You actually tried to hurt Raya.” His voice was calm, but it sent a chill down my spine. “I didn’t touch her…” I muttered, panic rising as I hurriedly shoved the pregnancy test report beneath the pocket. But his eyes only grew colder. “Taking my indulgence as a license to do whatever you want?” His voice dropped, every word sharp as ice. “Elyssa, maybe it’s time I put you back in line. “Otherwise, you’ll never be worthy to stand by my side as this pack’s Luna.”

"Yes! I dare you to kiss me and claim me as yours, and let the world know what we are!" I declared boldly, with the pain seeking deep into my heart. As expected, he never said a word. His gaze was all I needed to understand the fact that I was once again being rejected by my second-chance mate, and this time it hurt more than I had imagined, since I had grown to love him. After being brutally abused and rejected by her first mate, the moon goddess decided to smile on her and pair her with her second chance, who was nothing but a cold-hearted Lycan king, known and feared by all. This time, he only wanted her to produce an heir, but she seemed to want more than he wanted, and now she was on the brink of being brutally rejected once again.

Ia dinikahi, tapi tak dihargai. Pertemuan tanpa sengaja dengan seseorang yang pernah menyukainya di masa lalu membuat Cahaya Kirana jatuh dalam dosa terindah.

Blurb All she wanted was a drink to escape the reality of life, but she ended up in bed with her supposed mafia husband, and now she’s the only woman in his thoughts. On her engagement day, she found out that the man, whom she once had a drunken one-night stand with, is her supposed husband, and now, she’s very unwilling to go ahead with the wedding, but there’s nothing she can do to escape her marriage with the ruthless man, especially when her family is solely involved in their marriage. Lorenzo De’ Russo's, a very powerful mafia boss, finds himself entangled with a woman after a one-night of   pleasurable moments. Now he’s willing to do anything to get that woman, even if it means becoming a member of her family.

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. “You're angry?” he growls. “Angry enough to commit murder,” she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.

Il est beau, charmant, mais froid au cœur. Pour lui, les femmes ne sont que des insectes dont il faut absolument se débarrasser. Son nom, c'est Dimitry Santos Dumont. Elle est belle, d'un cœur pur et sincère, sensible. Pour elle, tout le monde a droit à l'amour même le dernier imbécile de la terre. Elle croit au conte de fée et rêve d'en vivre un pareil avec un prince charmant qui est différent de son ex qui lui a brisé le cœur. Son nom, Jennifer Aniston. Que peut-on récolter sur une terre de glace lorsqu'on sème une graine d'amour ? La déception ? Ou tout simplement le parfait bonheur ? C'est ce qu'on découvrira à travers cette histoire intitulée *LE PARFUM DE L'AMOUR*. Trahison, rejet, amour, drame, passion avec des protagonistes ayant chacun son idéal.