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Larissa and Stanley got married based on Stanley's grandfather's conditions, and Stanley wanted to satisfy his grandfather, but after the marriage, Larissa didn't get Stanley's attention, Stanley believed that he didn't touch Larissa till she walked away from the marriage, but later came back with triplet,

Ellena secara tidak sengaja menghabiskan malam dengan Sean, atasannya di kantor. Ellena memilih untuk pergi dari kamar itu, karena dia tidak mau menambah urusan dengan Sean. Sean yang ingat dirinya telah bermalam dengan seseorang, berusaha mencari orang tersebut. Ternyata, ada orang lain yang mengaku telah menjadi wanita malam Sean dan datang membawa bukti. Apakah Sean akan menemukan wanita malamnya yang asli? Apa yang akan dilakukan Ellena saat dia ternyata hamil anak Sean?

people says everyone's destiny is written by god even before we are born but no one knows whether it's true or not and if it's true then what I did that god wrote so much pain and suffering in my destiny....... standing in the cemetery near a grave dressed in all black Kyle cried out like a wounded wolf in the heavy rain that was pouring down from the last three days. It seems like the sky is also crying about the demise of Bella. A tall guy in black came quietly behind Kyle and put his hand on her shoulder and said in a deep Husky voice, "Are you really gonna marry him?? Do you know what are you doing Kai?? You are putting your life in danger for revenge and hatred." Kyle stayed silent for a while and then said with a faded tone to the guy, "I am leaving that little guy in your hands, and now you must keep him safe, and don't worry I will kill all of them before I hit the death bed." It's a glimpse of the story hope you liked it and gonna stay tuned till the last. Please try to ignore my grammatical mistakes if you find any and please show your love and what you think about the story through your comments 😊

Dirty South 2 is a tumultuous continuation of the happenings, mishaps, mayhems and the crazy affairs that characterized Dirty South and it's movers and shakers in the likes of Coco Kaave, Chief Kaave, Chief Onapuruagu, Detective Flynn, e.t.c When the news of Coco's dad, Chief Kaave's death, shook Dirty South, bringing to a close an era of revenge, betrayal, power tussle and a need for control; Coco quietly married Chief Onapuruagu, the man she loved and settled into the daily life of being a good wife with the thriving Empire, TRENDZ, which she fought and earned. Life never felt better for Coco... However good things never last and a heart breaking moment did shake her out of her blissful reverie when she suffered a forced miscarriage during her gender reveal party. Who could have poisoned the unpoisonable Coco? Coco leaves everyone and everything to seek solace in Kuje Island, now, everyone knows Dirty South is about to rain blood! Coco's soon to be born offspring was murdered and someone had to pay for it.

In a world where Omegas are killed at birth, Dawn managed to survive through the heartless law of the Pack with the help of her grandmother only for that peaceful life to end in bubbles when she was betrayed by her childhood friend due to jealousy that was deeper than love.  A coincidence that cost her life, which occurred on the happiest day of her life. The day she met her mate Alpha Dillon who was an agreement away from being betrothed to her childhood friend.  It was love at first sight for Alpha Dillon and he eagerly announced Dawn as his mate in the presence of his father, whose hatred for omegas is unmatched.  But the knot in his stomach tightened when he realised how reckless his act was. He regretted his decision, but it was too late. A decision that cost him the life of his mate, A decision that made him watch cowardly as his mate bathed in her own blood. A decision that cost Dawn's life.  Alpha Dillon was broken into pieces that he wished and prayed for a second chance. A sincere heart that snapped almost dead at the sight of Dawn's blood spiking like rain, he wished to rewrite his destiny and protect the love of his life.  His prayers were answered!  But can their bond remain the same? 

“If you want me to keep your secret, you have to do one thing for me in exchange,” he said, his lips curled up slightly. “What thing?” Aurora narrowed her eyes, alarmed at the direction of the conversation. “Never never share the same bed with my brother,” he demanded, his alpha dominance rolling off him in waves, making her want to bare her neck for submission. But Aurora straightened her back and challenged him head-on. “Why? I’m his wife,” Aurora stated with a neutral expression on her face. She and her husband were a fake couple, but he didn’t have to know that. The fewer people who knew, the more favorable the situation was to her. “I’m supposed to…” “You are mine!” he released a deep guttural growl. The possessiveness shown in his words and eyes made Aurora both startled and baffled. He stalked to her in calculated steps, his eyes glinting with a deep well of want and desire under the moonlight. Aurora started to retreat cautiously until her back hit a hard wall. In a flash, he was in front of her, his arms resting on the wall beside her head, caging her. He was so close to her. Too close. His lips almost touched hers. A smell mixed of rain and pine forests invaded her nose, making her dizzy. Her wolf perked up. Aurora quickly cleared her senses. “I’m nobody’s woman,” she declared, locking eyes with him. But she quickly regretted it because who wouldn’t lose herself in a pair of deep blue ocean-like eyes on a face carved out by the Moon Goddess herself? “Want a bet?” he smirked, “One day you will be mine.” The audacity of him!

I'm the ultimate predator, a bear shifter. I live by a code. Hunt or be hunted. Kill or be killed. Then I meet her. The second I catch her scent, I know she was meant for me. She was born to wear my mark and I was born to protect her. She belonged to my enemy until I took her. He wants her back. He'll wage war to get her, but no one's taking her from me. She's mine, and I'm not letting her go.

Spoilt and pampered,all Kyra Macpherson cared about was her looks but on her mother's death bed,she was told that at eighteen,he would come for her but who was he ? She didn't know and never bothered finding out but when he had come under the rain in the full glare of the moon to come take her away as his mate. She realizes that not only was she paying back some debt,she had a cold hearted heart to rekindle and an heir to bear.

` It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a larger room which seemed to be used as a living room and a dining room all at once. The whole house looked crowded, with the furniture in the living room all touching except for a small gap to walk through and the dining room was so close to the sofa, it could have been sitting on it. He stepped back into the shadows as he watched a young couple enter the kitchen. The wife was tall and slender, had strawberry blond hair formed around her face accenting her jaw-line and her deep blue eyes stopped your heart as you got lost in them. Her fair complexion was silky and complimented her soft face.

My husband, Hank, is dead.  On our wedding anniversary, he ventured out in the pouring rain to buy me a cake, only to be hit by a truck. His body was badly mangled in the crash.  My sister-in-law, Lyra, called me a killer, claiming that I did not deserve Hank’s inheritance.  My mother-in-law, Judy, kicked me out of the house.  Overwhelmed by grief and guilt, I often wondered if he would still be alive had I stopped him that day. Eventually, emotions gripped me, and I was diagnosed with cancer.  Judy came to visit me on my deathbed. “You’re an idiot to believe everything!”  She threw a family photo in my face.  The shock and anger were more than I could handle, and I breathed my last.  It turned out that Hank was never dead. He had a child with his old flame.  When I opened my eyes once more, I returned to the day my husband faked his death.