Emma X Ray

Lena Steeleclaw, born of Alpha blood, is taken captive by the ruthless Alpha Darius Stormhold leader of the secretive Bloodfang Clan. Drugged, restrained, and stripped of freedom, she refuses to surrender. When her powerful silver wolf, Amethyst, finally surfaces, Lena’s rebellion nearly kills Darius… but the victory is short-lived. Bound by moonbane, both woman and wolf are left paralyzed, broken but not beaten. Across the realm, Emperor Bane Draegor uncovers a pattern of attacks, packs wiped out, females missing, and traces of moonbane left behind. His suspicions turn toward Stormhold, and despite council warnings, he prepares to confront the threat himself. As fate draws them closer, Lena’s captivity and Bane’s mission collide in a storm of vengeance, power, and forbidden fire.

"Why do you remind me so much of my wife?" he asked.  "Maybe I am her," she replied.   Sophia agreed to marry Leo, a renowned Mafia lord , after spending the night with him. She spent two years trying to make her marriage work, and just when she thought things were going her way, Leo announced he was leaving her for another woman.   She fled the country after almost being murdered by Leo's new fiancée and met Quinn, another infamous Mafia who promised to exact revenge on those who wronged her.   Now, she returns with a thirst for revenge and a little replica of her ex-husband. What happens when old sparks begin to fly? Will she stick to her quest for revenge or abandon it and follow her heart?

My name is Zinnia, I am a hybrid - half human and half elf - my dad is elf royalty. My mom is human and enjoys punishing me for what she could not be. With one more year left in the human world, it is going to be one hell of a ride. I am stupidly falling in love with one of my bullies that is unknowingly a vampire. My world is about to get a whole lot bigger and more interesting, but before that, I will need to navigate the shit storm coming. My stepmother - a manipulative, vampire bitch - wants the throne for herself and will stop at nothing to get it. In a world filled with the supernatural and creatures only heard from in books and myths. There is a fuck load of chaos and surprises waiting to be unleashed onto someone who just awakened.

'God, I'm late again!' Jane thought as she hurried through the streets. 'Mr. Smith is going to be so mad!' She decided to take a shortcut through some back alleys that she would normally rather avoid. Suddenly, she heard a series of whimpers, thumps, and yelps coming from another alley nearby. It sounded like a dog in pain, being beaten by something heavy 'Maybe if I make a noise, whatever is attacking that dog will get scared and run.' She stopped. She had just peaked her head around the corner and saw not one but two . . . men? . . . standing at the other end of a dead-end alley and overlooking a very large, furry pile of animals that seemed to be twitching. Normally, Jane would have been filled with terror at that moment, but terror was normally reserved for those with something to lose. There was a part of Jane, however, that still clung to the charade that was her life. Her hands began to tremble and her lungs released a scarcely audible gasp. Then the two standing figures turned and faced the end of the alley where Jane was hiding. "I'm going to call the police!" she shouted, lacking anything better to say. One of the figures shook his head and smiled. All his teeth seemed to be far too pointy. "That would be a very . . . terrible . . . mistake," he hissed, his words escaping his mouth like dead air from a pharaoh's tomb. And then both of them headed towards her at an inhuman pace. "No," one of them rasped. "Finish it. I'll get the girl." The other one stopped and snarled some kind of response.

Zanny was once the cherished Luna of Silvercrest, a werewolf who believed love could warm even the coldest alpha. Instead, she endured silence, rejection and betrayal. Her husband, Alpha Clay, drifted into the arms of her own friend Selene, while their young son was slowly turned against her. When Zanny finally severed their bond, she thought she had freed herself from heartbreak, but fate and destiny had other plans. As Clay spirals into madness from the broken bond, Selene’s influence on him grows darker. Guided by her father Torag, a sorcerer who seeks to destroy the balance of the werewolf world, Selene orchestrates betrayals, poisons, and an attack meant to wipe out Silvercrest. As enemies awaken and alliances fracture, Zanny must choose between reshaping the Dark Breed’s destiny, a place that sheltered her, or honouring the roots they fought to preserve. And Clay must confront the consequences of the lies that tore apart his pack, his Luna and his heart. Power is shifting. Magic is stirring. And this is just the beginning.

On the morning of her 18th birthday, Vanessa scents her fated mate and believes that she will finally be able to fulfill her destiny by ascending to her place as the pack’s next Female Lead Warrior. But what should have been a joyous occasion turns into a nightmare when her best friend's betrayal results in the loss of both her mate and their lifelong friendship. ​Heartbroken and humiliated, Vanessa flees her pack, seeking refuge from the pain and shame. She accidentally falls into the hands of her mortal enemy: vampires. Vanessa expects to be imprisoned or killed once Ezra discovers her true identity as a werewolf. Instead, Ezra offers to take care of both woman and beast for the opportunity to keep her wolf as his paladin. Will fate keep Vanessa’s life in chaos? Will she ever escape her captors? Will she ever find love and happiness?

"Mending jadi perawan tua daripada menikah sama petani, Delia. Sudahlah miskin, gak punya masa depan, untuk apa kamu menghabiskan masa tua dengan pria seperti itu, bodoh!" Menerima lamaran anak petani nyatanya membuat kehidupan Delia nyaris sempurna. Bagaimana bisa?

"I'm sorry." She said clearing her throat unnecessarily in embarrassment. Oh Gosh, he was even more handsome up close and personal. Gosh, and he was bigger, could her day get any more better? He smiled and she melted, inside. On the outside, she has a blank face. Wow, his smile was breathtaking "I'm Luke" He said extending his hand out to her "Lena." She said, slipping her hand into his. Perfect fit, his hand was both soft and hard at the same time, somewhere in between. "Can I get you a drink?" "I already-" Vero kicked her thigh again and she closed her eyes for a second. "I already have a drink. But yes, I would love you to get me a drink" He smiled at her again, for some reason, admired her unmoved faze. He'd seen how her friend kicked her. "Two shots of devil spring" He said to the bartender and drew a seat for himself "By the way. This is my friend, Veronica." "Hi" He nodded "Hi." "I'm Luke" "Yeah, I know" She said with a smile, said something to Lena and left. Lena did not seem to happy about it he could tell. "So, uh... What brings you here tonight? Thank you" He referred to the bartender as he set their drinks on the table. "Uh... I guess I just wanted to get out." "No". She raised a finger up, bringing her beer to her mouth. "Don't try to ask questions. I know what you want. Okay" He smiled "And quit smiling. I've seen enough of your dentals already. Okay let's get drunk first so I'll have some courage. Lets do this"

I died not knowing Rowan had fallen for another. So, I made a deal with the witch, exchanging my wolf heart for seven days of life. Seven years ago, during a territorial conflict between wolf tribes, I lost my sight while saving Rowan. My deal with the witch not only gave me seven days but also restored my vision. Overjoyed, I rushed to Rowan’s home under the moonlight. I was eager to share my miracle with him, even if I had only seven days left.  However, he was in the arms of another woman. Rowan’s cruel words echoed in my mind: "You know how to please me so much better than that blind princess ever did." "I’ve had enough of her lifeless eyes. Every time I look at her, I feel like I’m shackled by chains of duty and morality. I can’t breathe around her!" His harsh words and the sounds of their intimacy crushed the last of my hope. I was going to die soon, and with the short life I had traded the wolf heart of a Moonshadow Wolf Tribe Princess for, I had only lived long enough to witness Rowan’s betrayal.

Nine years into my "non-cohabiting partnership" with Simon, his father passed away. The first condition in his will was simple: Simon and Ella had to conceive a child. On the day the child turned one month old, Simon would inherit his father's fortune. Simon told me this himself—the night I walked in on them tangled in our bed. Afterward, as he took a slow drag from his cigarette, he murmured, "Lily, just wait a little longer. Once I get the inheritance, I'll marry you." But he went back on his word. From then on, every time Simon planned to meet Ella at our house, he would hang a string of bells on the door. Since his father's passing, those bells had chimed ninety-nine times. After the ninety-ninth, the news arrived—Ella was pregnant, and their engagement party was set. My daughter saw the invitation, hesitated, then softly asked, "Mom, is Daddy's name on this?" I forced a smile and gently smoothed her messy hair into a neat ponytail. "Daddy is marrying the one he loves," I said. "And I'm taking you home." Simon never understood—I never cared about that marriage certificate.